Logs:Cheshire
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| RL Date: 20 February, 2015 |
| Who: Arekoth, Vrianth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: A little bit of dragons in the... fog. |
| Where: High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 22, Month 1, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: A blanket of cold, dense fog fills the bowl with its oppressive presence and obscures vision. |
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| She's a glitter in the heated air, glimpsed as though from the corner of one's eye in the fog: « Arekoth. » Arrrekoth. (To Arekoth from Vrianth) It's a wonder that fog doesn't turn to ice when Arekoth rouses from his focus. « Vrianth. » It's said in a curling smile, albeit without image. (To Vrianth from Arekoth) She gives it one: icy fangs, curling fangs, made the more dramatic for how undoubtedly they'd snap should those jaws ever shut. (To Arekoth from Vrianth) « Hmp. » A chuff of subdued, perhaps grudging laughter that sounds so much like those of the compact man to whom he's impressed. (To Vrianth from Arekoth) Speaking of... now the fangs become a moustache, and then a trailing beard. A beard that keeps growing. (To Arekoth from Vrianth) To Vrianth, Arekoth projects « Has a new beau, does she? » She scoffs, singed dark at the edges. She doesn't stop the ice-beard from growing, and growing, tendrils turning. Perhaps he needs a cage. (To Arekoth from Vrianth) « At least he's a local, » might be dry enough to sublimate some of that ice. (To Vrianth from Arekoth) It does, and with a not-unpleasant hiss. But then, she never liked cages anyway. « What have you done? Lately. » (To Arekoth from Vrianth) To Vrianth, Arekoth projects « Certainly not a bearded man. » She sighs. Heavily. Dramatically. Arekoth. (To Arekoth from Vrianth) « Vrianth. » Far too well pleased. (To Vrianth from Arekoth) With that she vanishes: slowly, slowly. Her fangs, and perhaps a gleam from her eyes, are the very last to go. (To Arekoth from Vrianth) |
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K'zin (15:03, 25 February 2015 (EST)) said...
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