Day 288

[wayofvoice]

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.

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[wayofvoice]

Unfortunately he's not in his prime, so all his scales certainly show his age. They're battered and worn from a lifetime of living in the harsh climate of Skyrim, and there are plenty of scars that have been dug in deep from various fights and incidents. That's to say nothing of the state of his wings.

"Paarthurnax," he answers patiently, nodding again. "There are those who refer to me simply as 'Paar', if that would help. I believe it was Colin who started such a thing."

[cyan_maid]

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.

[wayofvoice]

"As you wish." Truly, he is not particularly picky when it comes to these sort of things. It takes a bit to get him worked up in his old age.

"Have you been at work in the cannery, then?"

[cyan_maid]

Working him up is the last thing Jane wants to do.

Her mouth falls open in surprise. "How could you tell?"

[wayofvoice]

A low rumble of a laugh comes forth from his throat.

"You smell of it." There's a puff of air that washes over her from his nostrils. "With how heavy the scent is, I would say that you were there for some time."

[cyan_maid]

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."

[wayofvoice]

"Indeed." He nods to the stone that's propped up along the riverbank.

"I teach lessons in my tongue. It is something that some in the Bastion have been interested in."

[cyan_maid]

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.

[wayofvoice]

He lowers his head down to look at it, although he doesn't doubt he knows what he'll find.

"If it was a fox that lead you to find it, then it is the fox's gift to you. That is what they do, with travelers or those they have become fond of- they lead them to treasure and gifts."

[cyan_maid]

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?"

[wayofvoice]

"Only the fox could know that." An amused chuff, this time. "It is simply their way. It is what they have always done, for as long as I can recall."

And that's not saying things lightly, considering his age.

[cyan_maid]

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."

[wayofvoice]

"It is not as though the foxes have need of it." He chuckles, or at least the best equivalent he can manage.

"They simply have the talent for finding such things."

[cyan_maid]

"I suppose they don't," Jane says, and smiles. "Well, thank you for the reassurance. I truly wondered if someone had lost it."