Day 270 - Let me tell you about Skyrim

[wayofvoice]

Who: Paarthurnax
When: 270
Where: All throughout the Bastion
What: So Paarthurnax went shopping...
Format: I'll match


As the sun rises on the Bastion, it becomes increasingly clear to its residents that it is considerably more lively than the previous day had seen set on.

It's perhaps immediately obvious to any who venture near the lake. On the Bastion's side, there are enormous walrus-like creatures that seem to stick close to the water, either submerged in it or lounging on shore. Opposite of them, on the Dragonfield's side of things, are what appear to be rocks at a distance... But did that just move? It seems that Mudcrabs are also inhabiting the area.

Further along, in the trees of Dragonfield, foxes can be seen weaving in and out of trees with coats of brilliant red or eye-catching white. They seem playful enough, and seem to, for some strange reason, congregate near certain trees more than others... Did that branch creak? Did you see something move out of the corner of your eye? Don't worry about it. The Bastion's Spriggans are just shy. At least there are new juniper trees as well, available for harvesting. As for those who go out onto the Skyway and regularly pass the Mammoths, they'll see these massive beasts have newer and much smaller companions: elk which pass between the large legs with apparently little bother.

For any wondering where all these new creatures have come from, well, the answer is probably obvious. Paarthurnax is dwelling about Dragonfield, checking on the root-like plants which are growing over the rocks of the not-mountains and nosing the newest kind of Nirnroot which glows pale pink and sounds just a bit off compared to its greener cousin. Following him as he inspects his most recent purchases are a Dwarven Sphere and a Dwarven Spider, the latter balancing a jar of... Are those teeth?

Regardless. Feel free to speak to the old dragon as he goes about his business, or simply investigate all these fascinating new things.

Comments

[blackblooded]

It's not that the little one might hurt Crona. It's that Crona might hurt the little one. A creature like that's not something Crona's interacted with before, and Crona doesn't know how to deal with it. But Crona follows.

[wayofvoice]

Once Crona is close enough, the meister should be able to see that there's a plain amulet tangled up around the leaves of the Nirnroot. Once it's certain that Crona's seen it, the fox gives a cheerful yip and bounces off.

[blackblooded]

Crona gasps, startled by the fox's noise, and takes a few steps after the fox. But it's gone, running away before Crona can do anything. The meister doesn't know what to do for a moment, because what can you do when the thing you're following just runs off?

After a moment, the necklace finally catches Crona's eye, and the meister carefully picks it up. Maybe that's important, maybe someone dropped it.

[wayofvoice]

Maybe. But certainly if anyone would notice that happening, it'd be the person for whom the field is named. Paarthurnax is already settling in the middle of it, apparently having finished his inspection of everything that's been recently bought.

[blackblooded]

Crona holds the necklace carefully, just touching the cord, not the pendent itself. The meister doesn't feel safe with small things, or pretty things. Crona might ruin it. Crona looks up, and sees the dragon's giant form. He's a good target, a good strong constant support. He would know who the necklace belongs to, probably.

"Drem yol lok, Paarthurnax. I found a necklace."

[wayofvoice]

As Crona approaches, Paarthurnax raises his head and gives a nod in greeting. "Drem yol lok." At the glimmer in his student's hands, he adjusts himself to get a proper look. Ah- Nord make, of that much he's certain.

"It is a fine one. Where did you find such a thing?"

[blackblooded]

"There was, um... a... kitsune? With one tail. I followed it, and then I found this, but it ran away."

[wayofvoice]

"Kitsune?" Sorry, Crona. That's not in old viking dragon dictionary. He gives a tilt of his head curiously.

[blackblooded]

"Um..." Crona didn't know a fox-witch, just a kitsune-witch. So Crona doesn't know what a fox is.

"It's red. It has a fluffy tail."

[wayofvoice]

"Ah... That would be an ilit, a fox." With that mystery solved, Paarthurnax gives a small nod.

"They lead travelers and other such individuals to treasure."

[blackblooded]

"Oh." That explains so much about the little creature. "It did a good job. Um... does... does that mean this is mine? If the ilit found it and then showed me?"

[wayofvoice]

"Indeed." An amused puff of air ruffles Crona's hair. "It seems to have come to like you, if it was willing to show you something such as that."

[blackblooded]

"I was nice to it." Crona smiles, just a bit. Crona was nice, and the little one was nice in return.

[wayofvoice]

"Then that is all that matters." Another fond puff of air.

[blackblooded]

The meister fiddles with the necklace, carefully touching the silver and the stone.

"Um..." Crona takes a deep breath, because otherwise the meister might stop crying. "It... it's nice. It really is. I... I never had any nice things before I came here."

[wayofvoice]

With his usual care and gentleness, Paarthurnax leans in close.

"You are deserving of them."

help i wrote "stop" when i meant "start"

[blackblooded]

Crona looks up. Paarthurnax is someone Crona trusts, but the meister doesn't feel deserving.

"I don't know about that. I don't think that I deserve nice things."

typos are evil

[wayofvoice]

"Whether we deserve things or not," he explains patiently, "is sometimes not what we ourselves can decide. That is in the hands of others, for better or worse."

simply the worst

[blackblooded]

"I don't think I like that." Crona fiddles with the chain of the necklace. "I don't think I want people deciding that about me. Can't I decide that?"

[wayofvoice]

"Of course. You may decide things about yourself, and you may tell others these things. Yet it is still ultimately their choice in how they think on you."

[blackblooded]

"I don't like that." Crona knows that's how it is, but Crona doesn't like to think about that. Crona would rather be in a world where things are simple.

[wayofvoice]

"But you like the gift the fox bestowed?" Foxes don't take back gifts, after all. They're simple creatures like that, although Paarthurnax doesn't think that's a bad thing.

[blackblooded]

"Um... I like having things. I like gifts."