wayofvoice: (Feim Zii Gron + But we will escape it)
Paarthurnax ([personal profile] wayofvoice) wrote in [community profile] thebastion2015-03-09 10:45 am

Day 288

Who: Paarthurnax and you
Open: Open
When: 288
Where: About the Bastion in general
What: The daily life of a dragon
Format: Any
Warnings: None yet


Life goes on in the Bastion. Whether death, calamity, or simple misfortune, that is how things work. That is how it goes for Paarthurnax, as well.

In the morning, when the sun is still faint, he takes off to the Skyway and doesn't return for some hours, bringing back both shards stuck in his teeth and the meat of a mammoth to eat, or share.

In the noon and some hours following it, he teaches his class at the stone tablet with its letters in his own tongue, patient and careful for both new students and more practiced ones alike.

The only change to this seems to come in the evening. It's then that people might notice him at the Monument, drawn up high as he sits and inspects the device.

People are free to talk with him during any of these times. Paarthurnax has always made it known that he can be approached, after all.
cyan_maid: (Unsure over here)

[personal profile] cyan_maid 2015-03-10 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
One would think that Jane had seen Paarthurnax around herself - he's not hard to miss, after all, but then again, she hadn't been looking very hard. It's a little startling to hear him talk, but all that happens is Jane's mouth falls open, and she's silent as his words sink in.

"Um - oh - uh...n-no, I'm fine...but, erm, thank you. I just..."

She takes a moment to look him up and down.

"...Golly, you're really a dragon, aren't you? The genuine article and then some..."
cyan_maid: (Goodness gracious me!)

[personal profile] cyan_maid 2015-03-10 01:13 pm (UTC)(link)
That's really quite generous of him. If people were to attack Jane out of the blue, she wouldn't nearly be as forgiving. Then again, when you spend five months tormented by monolithic skeleton monsters, there's not much questioning to be had in hit first, ask questions later.

She nods, a little dumbfounded. "I-If you...don't mind."
cyan_maid: (What's that now?)

[personal profile] cyan_maid 2015-03-11 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
How very considerate of him. Jane draws a bit closer, just enough so she can make out his scales better and whatnot. It's not...too hard to accept that a dragon is in front of her, it's just somewhat overwhelming.

"...What's your name?" A pause. "I think it starts with a 'P', if I'm not mistaken, and it's long - er, sorry, Colin told it to me..."
cyan_maid: (Eerm)

[personal profile] cyan_maid 2015-03-11 01:10 pm (UTC)(link)
All that wear and tear certainly speaks for itself. what would the scales look like were Paar in his prime and undamaged? Jane can barely imagine it.

"Mister Paar, then," She says with a nod; it's an attempt to be respectful despite the nickname.
cyan_maid: (Huh?! With blush)

[personal profile] cyan_maid 2015-03-12 02:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Working him up is the last thing Jane wants to do.

Her mouth falls open in surprise. "How could you tell?"
cyan_maid: (What am I looking at here)

[personal profile] cyan_maid 2015-03-12 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
She blinks in the face of that puff of air, and then tugs curiously at the collar of her shirt. Did she really smell so much of...well, canned goods?

"Er...yes, actually. I was there most of the day. I usually am." Jane looks up at him. "And you're usually...in that field across the river, yes? I-It's just a guess."
cyan_maid: (What am I looking at here)

[personal profile] cyan_maid 2015-03-13 01:11 pm (UTC)(link)
That does seem interesting! But Jane sets that little bit aside for now, because she's digging in her pocket for something.

"I've actually been there before, on my own - um, not to invade your space or anything, I was just curious - and a fox there led me to something in the roots of a tree. I don't know if you knew it was there before, but I was wondering if you might know who it belongs to...and if it's yours, then I'd be more than happy to give it back."

With that, she pulls out the ring she found and holds it up for Paar to see. Yep, she's been carrying it around all this time, unsure what exactly to do with it. She could wear it, but, well, let's see if it isn't someone else's first.
cyan_maid: Jane is neutral or unsure (Um...)

[personal profile] cyan_maid 2015-03-15 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
She blinks, surprised, and brings it back down to look at it more closely herself. "A gift? But...why? And how would a fox know to do that?"
cyan_maid: (Mm...I dunno.)

[personal profile] cyan_maid 2015-03-16 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Jane frowns. If that was the case, then those foxes across the river couldn't be normal. A fox was a wild animal, not a gift-giver. Still, she sighs and decides to slide the ring on her finger.

Huh. It fits pretty well.

"I suppose I'll just keep it, then."
cyan_maid: (Aw shucks)

[personal profile] cyan_maid 2015-03-17 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"I suppose they don't," Jane says, and smiles. "Well, thank you for the reassurance. I truly wondered if someone had lost it."