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.

Comments

[fireburn]

Have you been able to make much progress?

[wayofvoice]

What would you define as such? [He tilts his head, curious.] Everyone here has different ideas on how we might thrive.

[Which is why they have donut trees.]

[fireburn]

If the point is to work together, shouldn't we have a common goal?

[wayofvoice]

Yet there are many different paths to one goal. Some, such as Colin, believe that technology is the answer. Others believe that it is best to rely on purely the Bastion.

[fireburn]

True enough, but some don't think getting home is an option, others believe we can put everything back together, and others still think this could be a different reality entirely.

[wayofvoice]

And perhaps all three could be true. [A low puff of air.] Either way, it is a difficult thing to wrap one's mind around.

Yet for now, until more things come to light, focusing on survival of the short term seems to be that which most here focus on.

[fireburn]

I heard that the bastion was safe, as a fortress. What are we lacking?

[wayofvoice]

Proper defenses that rely not only upon the skills of our fighters or the Monument's effect.

Of course, perhaps even more than that... We require proper healers, whether those of magic or those of simple physical skill.

[fireburn]

A man named Rob seemed interested in that art.

[wayofvoice]

Rob is an ambitious man. There is much he wishes to accomplish. I simply hope he does not take more than he is capable of.

[fireburn]

Is he the only one working on healing?

[wayofvoice]

Ghaleon is the most experienced amongst our number, and I have seen Otoha visit the hospital as well... But in times such as these, more than that is needed.

[fireburn]

I would offer, but my powers are all based in destruction.

[wayofvoice]

There are ways to learn the art of healing without the use of magic, or other such things. Both could be used here.

[fireburn]

Do you really think I could?

[wayofvoice]

Is there a reason you could not?

[fireburn]

It just seems so much different than anything I've done.

[wayofvoice]

I know the feeling well. I have gone quite a different road than how I was in my youth... But I have found it more preferable.

Perhaps by trying that which seems foreign to you, you will learn more of yourself as well.

[fireburn]

[that is actually....really good advice. she was not expecting this.]

I will...look into it.

[wayofvoice]

I wish you the best of fortune in your endeavor, then. Should you wish to speak again, then I reside in the field across the river.

[Thus 'Dragonfield'.]