On the fifth Daein | For the Hoard

[maidaein]

[[Genessia Library | Video ]]

[ The video feed flicks on to a view of the Genessia library. Micaiah's feed seems surrounded by books, most of them neat but at least a few with open, messy pages. And then suddenly, a scaly, clawed hand slams onto one (somehow without damaging the book's pages). And then another. The video gives way to Micaiah, now sporting draconic horns, mouth glistening with the heat of flames yet to be released. She lets out a proud roar!

...actually no, she's just yawning. ]

It seems I've become a draconic laguz for a while. I've at least heard some announcements that this is temporary... [ Micaiah now steadies herself and leans back onto a couch. A bowl of fruit is on a table nearby.  ] ...but more concerning is that I can't stop collecting books. It seems unfair to the other patrons, but an angry, protective feeling swells within me every time I see someone check out a book. I can't bear to do any unjustified violence, so I've wound up holing up here every night, collecting enough of a mass of books until I'm satisfied. I've at least read a few.

[ She gives a sigh. ]

Until I confirmed that this was just a temporary thing, I was looking for a possible means to keep my impulses under control, but I just kept looking and looking...

At least the library staff has been understanding of my afflictions...

[[While this is mostly a video post, you can also have action with Dragon Micaiah if you visit her here in the Library or at her job at Genessia Theater's reception area.]]

Comments

Re: Action

[maidaein]

I ummm… let’s not do that.

[ Micaiah actually giggles a bit, just as likely to disarm her own worries as it did for him. ]

No offense, but I don’t think my heart is ready for romance.

For now, let’s move.

Re: Action

[youfool]

None taken, though you certainly look the part. Your hair is so white and lovely; happy's the man who has it. Well, as you wish.

[Happily he continues to pace towards Fayren, happy ending well in hand. So happy, in fact, he's bidden to verse in the rain.]

‘Nearly they stood who fall;
Themselves as they look back
See always in the track
The one false step, where all
Even yet, by lightest swerve
Of foot not yet enslaved,
By smallest tremor of the smallest nerve,
Might have been saved.

‘Nearly they fell who stand,
And with cold after fear
Look back to mark how near
They grazed the Sirens’ land,
Wondering that subtle fate,
By threads so spidery fine,
The choice of ways so small, the event so great,
Should thus entwine.

‘Therefore oh, man, have fear
Lest oldest fears be true,
Lest thou too far pursue
The road that seems so clear,
And step, secure, a hair’s
Breadth past the hair-breadth bourne,
Which, being once crossed forever unawares,
Denies return.’

[All sang in the cheeriest werewolf baritone she can stand.]

Action

[maidaein]

[ He's... he's singing?

Oh my goodness he's singing. Is this how Ted the Wolf Man howls? Micaiah feels embarrassed, but less of Ted's behavior and more that she doesn't have her own odd showy means of dragon. Why couldn't she have hoarded fruit or had Thani breath?

...on second thought, Micaiah was thankful she wasn't that crazy.

It's in Fayren that Micaiah dares speak again. ]

It's been a while since I last came here. Where is that place you spoke of?

Re: Action

[youfool]

[No that's normal for him. No shame is being not dragonish, says Ted. Quite the opposite, really. He's never known any good that belonged to them exclusively.

He took her query as a motion to hurry.]

Oh, it's this way! Follow me!

[Then he's off, dashing through the wheat fields of an outlying farm before pounding through cobblestone streets, deftly swerving through the medieval town, giving the citizen no small shock; a werewolf on a tear rarely bodes well. But if Micaiah wants haste, who is he to refuse? Dragons are fast and flighty too, aren't they?

Once the knightly authorities are brought to bear--and gently pacified again--he skids to a stop in front a modestly sized book store.]

Here we are: Scribes and Scripts.

[Why not wax sentimental while he's at it?]

Levy, one dear to me who worked beside me in halcyon days, was the one who made it. A nostalgic pang affects whenever I pass. Well, ladies first. You'll see what I mean in a moment.

[Like most things in Fayren, it's quaint and old-fashioned, as though the wooden shelves were living oaks whose leaves were the shop's namesake. It had an inside almost as natural as the outside. Ted sniffed the air and caught a whiff of birch and ash.]

Cozy place, eh? Well, if you're looking for work, that might be the thing.

[He'd fatefully point to the sign at the front counter: "Book Hunters".]

If ever your greed could produce a good, I think that would be the best avenue.