Flying with wyverns (Maddyn please) [Training]

[Skay Ravendi]

TS: In The First Cycle of The Month of Immanis in the
Season of Spring, of Era II of the Celestine Mandate (Current Pattern)
Era XI Post Fractum in the Age of the Darkening, the Mageocracy of Julos the Mad

A season passed from her last visit in the city called Frigid River. And it still sounded just as cold and just as rough as the first time she heard it. She passed through the gates more or less the same way she did a month ago. Even if the draconess didn't like giving her location and her name to anyone, there was no other way to get to the city. She feared more than anyone else possibly could, feared of being found by those who knew her as the previous her. She was a monster, a perversion of a dragon with the damnation of the great Cyraxians. Never could she accept this, a full era didn't help. She doubted that one more would. Not for a hundred more either.

She walked these streets, past the gates, with that same deep and silent gaze as she did before. This brightening she thought more than she usually did about her past. Maybe the spring's Winds blew that mood upon her scales and she could not have shaken it off. Wherever she turned her gaze, all she saw was humans, humans, a few unimportant figures and then more humans. Oh how she missed being a human or rather being in human form and being completely sure that you are one. An era passed and she still didn't know if she made the right decision that cold winter's brightening, when she chose to live as a draconess, instead of simply ignoring the lies, the truth and the other new possibility - to be dracon.

And then she shook her head. There was no need to think about the days when no one stared at you just for what you were, when no one called you names or did any of the things she had to face after the change, just because the way she looked changed. No, there was indeed no need to think about that. She gained more than she lost. She found Adamon and fell in love with him, or at least thought she did, saw and experienced so much. Maybe it was the biggest mistake she ever did, but so far she was learning, and only learning, to not look back. So far she failed.

No, there was no need to think about the present either. It was just as aeternian as the past. Ah... she needed to rest. After a candlemark, the draconess had her stallion placed in the stables, a room booked for a few brightenings in a tavern and a few good candlemarks left for herself and Faire. She walked to any place which resembled a park or just was a park. Any place in Telath which resembled something peaceful, or was something peaceful. And so it happened to be that Frigid River was chosen as that place. Having read almost no herald papers, the draconess cared little about any kind of wars or any other happenings. At worst she could find a peaceful corner even in the most chaotic place.

As soon as she found enough of fresh, dry, green grass and a tree to give a shade from the spring's sun, the draconess unattached the bell from her leather bracelet a little bit. A light shook of the bell which made almost no sound to a hearing which was not as great as an elf might have and her serpentine eyes looked up into the sky. She stood there a few moments, under the tree, simply waiting and hiding the small bell back into the leather bracelet so that it would not ring when she wouldn't need that. A minute passed and a wyvern flew above in the sky barely flapping his leathery wings, which carried his small body. Two yellow-green eyes watched it with envy. She would fly like Faire did sometime. Sometime she would. Soar across the skies and forget all troubles and trials which she was thrown.

A few elegant wing beats and the wyvern landed on the druidess's extended hand, wrapping his long tail around it so that he could hold on. Having no legs or arms did come as a discomfort most of the time, except when flying. "How's your mood, hmm, Faire?" The draconess asked her winged companion scratching his chin, who held the wings still spread to the side, closing the eyes at her touch in pure joy. The wyvern was tired just as she was after a long, but still early brightening. She lied down on the grass floor, in the shade of the tree, closing her eyes and letting the wyvern snooze on her as it liked to by crouching into a ball, with the tail under the head and the wings covering most of his body. It took a whole era till the draconess got used to snoozing on her back, with the wings being a discomfort. But they were weak and useless, one of them broken as well, so there wasn't any big deal. She was a failure Diantar.

A bit of Clara, a bit of Vis and Ara and with the closed eyes and the spring's suns still warming her obsidian black scales, the Magic Circle was cast around her and her companion who could fly... she would fly someday... she would get the wing healed... she would lift into the sky someday... lift and never come down... the draconess already started to drift in her dream world. As far as she knew, the circle should protect her from anyone who might want to have a prank while she would be sleeping. No one could actually see the shield either, so no attention drawned. Plus this was the most peaceful place she found in the whole city, so hopefully the Winds would allow her to fly for a candlemark or two, before she would get back to the real cruel world.

OOC: Didn't know how to start, so hope this is ok

[Maddyn]

There was few parks in Frigid River, and so where Skay found herself was in actuality someone's garden. The retreat of Lady Ameilia Natalyi, not that she was home at the moment. The ground itself even in spring was covered in snow given Frigid River's proximity to the Great Mountains and a pond was covered in ice. Evergreen tree's framed the edge of the garden along with various adornments such as an old granite and steel sundial. t wasn't really Skay's fault about the mistake though, the land wasn't closed off in any way at all... the people of Frigid River were allowed to make use of it after requesting the Lady de Lylles own permission but so few did except for children wanting to make snowmen or climb the tree's.

But Skay's thoughts weren't quite true, while few could see the Circle of magic that Skay created about herself and her pet Wyvern she failed to take a few things into account. For all Frigid River apparently lacking in Mages with the exception of the Gnomish Sorceror Mc'Phearson and showing a detest to any others within the city - there was many a Mage in hiding. There was Lady Ameilia Natalyi de Lylles, the head of the City Council who was a proficient Mysticist. There was Thane Pirvan Kaldres who likewise could claim such accomplishments. Lord Heron was rather Heronythys the Gold. Rosencrantz de Milo the Elementalist Vampyre in the sewers and adjacent catacombs beneath the city and finally one other...

And this one was having the time of his life prodding Skay's 'Circle' with his little stubby fingers so that the air itse;f shimmered about the sleeping Dracon to show a metallic green light sweeping where his fingers were repelled by the 'Circle'. It was a Faerie Boy, no more than six inches in height and apparently about twelve patterns old. His skin was bronzed by the sun and he had a thing against unnecessary clothing which meant the only thing preserving modesty was a white hipwrap about his well, hips. Hair of messy hair brown with a wavy touch and eyes of pure ameythyst in colouring. Behind his right ear was a tiny little flower.

His name was Willow de Wisp, Master Druid. General of the Snowman Army that'd so recently attacked Frigid River. The personal annoyer of Queen Sharinya S'Alvia, morning Cubori of Avanthar Dra'Aran and general pain in the rear. Oh, and someone interested in Vlad's 'artwork'.

Because the Circle of Magic was arcana, it was visible to every single Mage inside a state of Clarity who was equal to Skay's own casting strength or a more potent Mage. While she might've been able to hide the weave from an Initiate, that wasn't exactly a hard feat to accomplish.

Prodding at it for a while, it was tempting just to break the Circle given it wouldn't really take that long. The warding itself was a suitable measure, a standardised defensive spell that any Apprentice could use across the range of Spheres as far as Willow knew. Ikos and Song were outside his range of experiences though. Because of this, only really an Apprentice spell would knock the 'Circle' out unless Skay kept feeding her Vis to reinforce the weave until she couldn't retain it's integrity any longer. "Wakey wakey!" Willow cried, rapping his knuckles on the edge of the 'Circle' like it was a door.

[Skay Ravendi]

Some cities like Frigid River, were suppose to have some hot springs and be close to active or dormant volcanoes that provide warmth and more pleasant climate. Well at leasts that was what the draconess remembered from her old classes about the Empire. Maybe her uncle was wrong when he taught her that and well it seemed he was, since no matter if it was spring and the winter had been short it was still quite... cold and snowy here. Not a surprise that he taught her wrong. Damn him, the druidess almost hated the dracon after this summer's interesting journey through the mountains.

That someone could actually see her Circle in Clara and dispell it, didn't bother the draconess more than a possibility of a meteor crashing right next to her. Sure it was possible, but not expected. Either way, even if it was possible and she never denied that, then it would be same as sleeping with no Circle against a powerful mage. What she wanted to protect herself from was not something powerful or clever, vice versa, it was kids, merchants and all other creatures which served no better purpose than to annoy others.

Faire was the first one to raise his head at the oversized butterfly. Unlike Skay, he didn't manage to fall asleep yet and even if he would have, he would have been waken by the Wisp. The wyvern watched the butterfly thinking of food. Normally he didn't hunt anything that knew how to fly, but this one seemed to be quite fitting. A little bit too thin though perhaps. But then again he didn't need much meat and this thing might provide a good fun chase. So the wyvern just stayed there, resting his wings on his mistress, with the head raised to the faerie.

As the fae started shouting and the draconess heard him just as a dream background, the wyvern lost his patience. Now, how to wake his mistress... He raised his long tail and thwacked the draconess on her shoulder. "Ow!" Now that was not the most desired way to wake up. And it was the third time that Faire woke her like that. However this time even Faire ended up worse as he was hurled from Skay's chest to her knees. A disapproving snort and the wyvern wrapped his tail around the arm of the draconess, so that Skay would have to lift him too when she would stand up. Since well starting to fly from the ground when you have no legs whatsoever was quite difficult.

"Awake, awake." The draconess answered standing up unwillingly. Why did this always have to happen? Here she was trying to rest a little bit, to daydream on the snow which was suppose to melt. And here was the flying annoyance waking her and her wyvern. Lovely. Maybe a meteor really would crash. She let Faire wrap his tail around her neck instead. He liked being more there than on the arm, plus then he was sitting on her shoulders and not strangling her, the draconess didn't need to hold her hand extended.

Now whenever her Clara would be ready once again, she would dispell the Circle, unless of course it would be dispelled faster. "So...? Why do you need me awake?" Skay asked rubbing one of her eyes and trying to get over the lack of sleep. No surprise if the fae would just fly away now that he woke her. Another prank from which the circle was suppose to save her. Most probably the overgrown butterfly just bumped into her magic wall while it was flying. That's it, next time she would sleep in the tavern's room or buy a house.

[Maddyn]

Watching as Skay awoke, it was dreadfully tempting just to fashion a snowball and throw it at the funny looking Dracon but for the knowledge that any snowball he made was going to be extremely tiny. Unless he cheated of course. But since he'd mustered the army of snowmen to assult Frigid River the Faerie-Boy had kind of being trying to lie low lest someone else try and cuff him about the ears for a bad display of manners. People were always mean like that, being so dreadfully serious and naughty when a little laughter and play could be ever so much funner.

Rapping his knuckled against the Circle of Magic, it was as the Wyvern roused Skay that Willow drew upon a respectable amount of his own Vis. Claiming the Ara about him and forcing the two together; the reaction that was formed by the Faerie was called Arcalysis - to create Mana. That same Mana though belonged in one of the Planar Planes, Nature in the case of Druids and Druidess's though some few could probably draw from Nature's Anti-Realm of Kel'rondar where Leprechauns, Centaurs, Fawns, Faeries and Faerie Dragons resided. Drawing upon that aspect of Nature that used Earth; Willow's tiny little fist was momentarily covered inan iron like ore before the spell was 'Altered' from the field about his hand to also contain Air. Lightning crackled as Skay stumbled upwards.

Punching the edge of the Circle of Magic, Willow's version of 'Elemental Grasp' using Earth and Air easily punched a hole int he Circle's rim. Breaking apart like a glass window, Skay's circle flared green but once befroe each 'broken plane' of Mana began to dissipitate and return into being Ara once again now that the spell had been destroyed.

"Because its daytime and you shouldn't sleep then?" Willow offered innocently, looking up at Skay with a happy grin that belied the innocence that shone in his purple eyes. The eyes and Faeries body were that of a child-like angel whereas the grin had a disturbing touch to it. Like all the Daemons in Aeternia would've given a right hand (someone elses, no point wasting their own) to be able to grin just like that. It wasn't malice, but undiluted mischief. "What's with the funny little lizard... and no, not you... the other funny lookin' one on your arm. Does he bite... s'not a Dragon is it? They're usually much bigger and funner to be with. Did'ja know Dragon boogies taste like suger? Does! When I was being with Miss Queen Sharinya; Mister Bink and I tested it out and it was nummmy!"

[Skay Ravendi]

What the... two big wings moved a little bit and stopped half spread. This was not exactly a nice situation. It was not the draconess who broke the Circle of Magic, she knew that much. And that could only have been the fae since that thing didn't even look surprised after this thing occurred. Great... so she was dealing with a mage of... totally small size. Could things get any weirder this brightening? Probably they could and probably they will since this particular fae thing seemed to be interested in the draconess for some unexplainable reason.

"Yes... I guess you're right." Sleeping in daytime was truly not so wise, but there was not so much to do, plus she was still a little bit tired and majorly bored. However perhaps even the fae could feel that there was a bit of annoyance in that answer. The draconess was not used to being waken by something like this and by a mage who could do who knows what. That grin only made Skay munch over the air in her mouth in disapproving. Faes... she would never understand these butterfly things. She would not understand gnomes even greater though.

"This is Faire." Skay introduced her friend who sat comfortably on her shoulder with the long tail wrapped around her neck. "He's a hand-wyvern. A wonderful being at that. And he's friendly and playful as long as you don't tease him. Aren't you?" Two serpentine eyes looked at the wyvern and it nodded in approval. Even if the wyvern could not understand everything, nor speak in general, he was still one of the wisest creatures upon Telath. Faire however was with Skay just for a few cycles, just one pattern old and needed a lot of training to do till the draconess could be truly proud of him.

"I would not know how dragons look like and I'm sorry to think that neither do you. As for them being fun to be with... I would not believe that for the life of me." Some sort of sadness flashed in the eyes of the draconess at that moment and she looked away from the fae boy. Some things were better left unreminded but that was rarely the case for her. "On the more real part, who are you mr. fae, if this funny lizard, and in this case me, is allowed to ask?" Skay finally asked looking back at the oversized butterfly with the wyvern still patiently sitting and watching the conversation.

[Maddyn]

Oh things could always get much weirder than this, this was after all none other than Willow de Wisp. Infamous throughout the Pegasi Woods as someone to avoid at all costs lest disaster befall oneself. It was never exactly Willow's fault it happened, but more of an effect that 'coincidently' occured whenever he showed up. Kind of like the giagantic snowmen that'd assailed Frigid River, never would Willow think he was to blame for the potential disaster. It was just something that happened.

That he was the one who'd made the snowmen would've been brushed aside as that silly 'logik' thing-a-ma-gig.

"Of cause I am, thbtsss~~~!" Willow replied happily, sticking his tongue out and blowing a rasberry as the words ended. Looking rather pleased with himself in general. "Always right, sleeping in the daytime is bad unless it's two candlemarks past midday - then you're allowed a little naptime if you're reeeallly sleepy. But then you go grab a blankie and a pillow and stay indoors rather than out here where someone might go and prod you with a stick mhmm!" Willow continued; the idea that he might stop to pause long enough to draw breath never having occured to the Faerie.

This however gave the Faerie-Boy a rather flushed appearance as he persisted onwards. The Wyvern providing the perfect distraction for Willow as he shot forwards and started to sway from side to side with an 'OOoooooohhhh.... purty!" escaping his tiny mouth as he watched the funny looking lizard with wings over; and the smaller Wyvern.

It was perhaps a bad idea though to say Willow hadn't seen Dragons, he'd seen heeeaps! Well... one. But that was more than most people got to see and well it was unsuprising how rare they were. If word got out that their boogers tasted a lot like suger to the Faerie well... there'd be a mass exodus from Kel'rondar to hunt down and seek out the Dragons in a way that would've made the Age of Chivalry pale in comparison surely. Instead of being hunted down by mage and Knight for glory and arcana - by Faeries for well... booger, lacked the same charisma and story Bards and Minstrils fortold.

"Willow de Wisp." Willow stated simply as a nimbus of green light wrapped about the Faerie... and in a split second a second funny looking lizard with wings was right before Skay and Faire. About the size of a puppy dog, there was now a small Dragon with emerald scales and golden eyes; spikes of bone white running along the back and tail and little sharp pointy teeth being revealed in a grimace as it spoke. "Hmph! Mister Aaaaaaaaaahhh!!! though was way bigger than this one but there! You're wrong and I'm right so neer!" the little Emerald Dragon/Faerie Boy stated happily.

[Skay Ravendi]

"Try living with a vampire and then tell me when to sleep." The draconess wanted to answer but simply kept quiet with a barely visible smile playing on her face. No, this summer messed up with her sleeping habits totally. While she could walk the streets day and night, Adamon could only during the dark hours and she wanted to go out a few times with him, not only spend the time inside the house which he had in Archadoon. Even more so the vampire was usually asleep in the daytime so in order to spend some time with him, the draconess had to be awake in the darkness with him. Sure sometimes, he left her and disappeared hunting, while she never followed in such times. And then there was autumn, last autumn that she left Archadoon and the vampire behind, trying to get free from it all. Ending up... half asleep, half awake.

Faire rose more from the shoulder of the draconess and spread its blue wings, with the head following the overgrown butterfly and eyes which almost begged to play. The wyvern loved to play all sorts of games, though he was just learning most of them for now. Like playing fetch, when he caught things in the air needed a lot more practise for now. Still a little bit more of such swaying in the air of the fae and Faire would learn to play tag. Nothing better than that, especially with a smart enough companion to catch and run or rather fly from.

Now that Willow turned into a... miniature dragon, the draconess simply took a step back. Ok so it got weirder. Interesting indeed. Even more so beautiful. Even after so many patterns the draconess wasn't sure who had burned the house in which her parents had been. She had been only a young dracling then and had seen something big and red in the sky, breathing fire onto a house where her parents had been. The house and the sky creature were too far for her to see exactly, so her young mind saw that only as a dragon. Never knew for certain even now. But it was convincing enough. Dragons hated dracons, her parents had been Diantar dracons. Nothing she could do about it anymore. So this was interesting very much so. But...

"Doesn't prove anything. Technically you should be just as large as that dragon of yours or then if you can shape your form, then you might as well have done that from a different animal. Like a wyvern. One with legs or maybe even without. So doesn't prove anything. Neer back at ya." Skay stated back happily enough as the fae-dragon-butterfly thing. She had learned just a tiny little in mana reshaping, which changed the effects of the spell quite a bit. She had seen a wyvern, one which was not like Faire, but one which was well... the size of a dragon more or less and looked like one, with legs, fangs and wings, except for the intelligent glow in the eyes. So if she was ever to rival Willow, then she could be a dragon just as much as him. Hopefully. With a huge percentage of being absolutely wrong.

"I haven't been with a dragon and again I doubt that you have. If I would be promoted into Adept, I could do the same thing you did now, without ever being touched by a dragon, quite soon I suppose if I would have a Master. So neneer." Well that was a bit of a stupid thing to say and the druidess soon felt that she was getting herself into more trouble and even a bigger argument with the Wisp. Well truly, huge mistake, should have kept her scaly mouth shut, but now the responses would follow. Well wonderful, this would indeed be one of the most restless brightenings in the cycle. Maybe Willow was right after all, sleeping indoors proved to be easier. But trouble brought good things in the end. Usually. Hmmpf. This one looked like one of the rare ones.

[Maddyn]

Probably didn't help that Willow knew Vampyres too for that matter, though his idea of greeting them was grabbing a sharp pointy stick and then piercing their ears (without permission) until they shoo'd away. Willow was the kind of Faerie, that probably should've been placed in a straight jacket and locked away within a padded room at a very young age, it at least would've kept him out of most kinds of trouble. But it did make for a very interesting, if not unusual life that few people could ever hope for. Mostly because they had a shred of common sense.

As if to retort Skay's elegant arguement though, Willow bared his little fangs in what was probably a grin before a tiny puff of emerald smoke drifted from his nostrils followed by a tiny gout of green touched flame. "Puff the Magic Dragon! Ha! Shows what you know then doesn't it silly Dracon. Bet you couldn't turn yourself into a Dragon now could jooo so neer times two and a third!" Willow replied, grinning all the while as his emerald scaled wings flapped along his side, twisting every now and again to stay afloat.

It was perhaps a mistake though for Skay to so blindly profess her own capabilities if only her arcane limitations weren't quite as profound as they were. Sticking out his tongue in a rather iindignant fashion - it seemed Willow de Wisp was just going to have to prove Skay wrong. Oh so very mature, but what could one expect from the boy? It was just jis nature. "Prove you wrong, and I'll show you... hop along, or flap... and we'll go get Dalla and my other f'wend and you can then go and fail at looking like a purty Dragon cause you can't. Come along!" Willow started, the toothy grin continuing as he turned and started out of the Lady Ameilia Natalyi of the de Lylles Garden and started to move down the streets...

If Skay chose to follow though, she'd find herself near a familar buildng:

The building had been around for some time now, likely a good four or five Era's at the very least if not more - sometimes it was hard for people to remember the small details about this place as if it was trying to evade detection just in case the wrong sort of person began to pay too much attention to it. Rather, it didn't quite seem to have been built, but rather just having appeared...surely..the place had always existed...hadn't it? Any attempts to figure otherwise were always met with vague doubts and a certain notion that they might have left the stove on or lost their housekey and so quickly became otherwise distracted.

Small, quiet and inconspicious to the point where it was suspicious, like a big "Don't look here!" sign pointed directly at the place, but written in another language and so important...but foreign. Weird. Built from grey hewn granite and constructed into two stories, the place beheld the usual architexutal designs found within Frigid River and yet, there was something Archadoonian about it - a gothic feel as hideous gargoyles that appeared far too real seemed to watch every moment that was made about them. What was a little odd, was that one of them seemed to be facing the opposite direction than before.

If she didn't, well Skay did find herself in a position to at least go and continue her nap in the garden. Not that Willow was going to let up quite so easily just yet.

[Skay Ravendi]

"Fourth." Was what Skay replied completely calm watching the display of arcana being cast aside for now. It was of course playing a game, but this was spring, a time when cold and winter was disappearing, this was Frigid River with all the crazy snowmen and no vampires to torment Skay in her thoughts, or at least not as much. So she smiled and played this little game. It wasn't as if she had anything better to do anyway. This city or town rather was ever so distant to the draconess as Midpoint and Taralon. And she was definitely not going back to Taralon for a while. She was staying in Frigid River and proving that frigid did not suit this place.

Seeing the little butterfly get annoyed was quite amusing and almost seemed like a feat. For some strange reason Skay pictured Wisp annoying everyone else instead of being annoyed himself. And if that was the truth, then this was quite a feat indeed. Even the wyvern seemed to be happy watching this whole situation even if he could not say it in words, nor by sounds, for wyverns rarely ever could make any sounds. Still Faire opened its big dragon looking mouth and yawned a big yawn. If this place had been close to the sea, he would have been flying now for hours without landing to rest. But as it wasn't, sitting on Skay's shoulder seemed good enough for the moment.

As the oversized butterfly simply turned and started flying away and to Winds knew where, Skay hesitated for a moment. Surely it could be worth following, but then again it just might lead her into more trouble and at the moment she did not want trouble for she had just about enough in Arakmat and all the times before. The draconess rarely ever blamed anyone for such happenings though. It was her fault that she didn't hold her tongue when coming into Archadoon and telling the guard that she was from Tirisfal, which got her into the bloody Asylum just for thinking that she might have had the pox. All that she saw in there was enough for more than an era of nightmares.

But now... she felt the urge to follow Willow. Just like she felt the urge to go into a shack which had been surrounded by a crimson aura, or go drake hunting with a dwarf named Ale, not to mention getting a book which spoke about Patrius Tree and going in search for it only to end up in front of some sort of Patrius Spirit who told her she would be called. It was always the curiosity, the wish to know and learn new things which should not be know by mortals. And she paid for that curiosity dearly.

And yet she was doing this again, step after step, the draconess followed the flying creature with only half of a guess why she had to follow him and meet some other fae probably. Surely another fae would just lecture her again about dragons and all that. Maybe this time she would even learn something about them, instead of ending up in a huge wyvern's claw. Sure, her uncle had taught her ever so much about dragons and that she should respect them for it was to them that she owed her life. But the times had changed, her uncle was gone and she was no longer a blind child. Now she could see that dragons were no good and definitely not purty as the fae described them. It had been a dragon that burned her parents alive and it was them that Skay unwillingly learned to despite lately. Maybe this time she would actually get rid of one, instead of having it hurt her.

As they came closer to the building where Skay met an ever annoying gnome, her wings tugged in closer to her back and two serpentine eyes kept a good look on the building. They weren't going back in there, were they now? They were suppose to meet some Dalla and not a Macsomething as far as the ebony scaled one could remember. Whoever just not the gnome, for that would just prove to be a major annoyance of a brightening. "So... who's Dalla?" Skay finally decided to ask as they came ever closer to that building. If this was some fourth name of that gnome, then even the Winds could not save her.

[Maddyn]

Oh Willow didn't get annoyed all that easily, it really did take quite a lot to phase the little Faerie as he suddenly vanished in a puff of green smoke and came out again looking like his same usual Faerie self. No, Willow didn't care what anyone (except Dalla that was) thought of him with the singular exception that like a lot of people in Telath the Faerie-Boy didn't like being accused of lying. It just never made sense to the Fae, and so he didn't... and people who accused himself of such were always considered a few slices short of a loaf of bread in not being able to accept the truth spoken or shown to them.

But then Skay was a Dracon, so perhaps, just perhaps Willow was willing to concede that this case of bad manners and general stupity was the result of the icky Cyraxians presence. No, the purty Dragons had never been this rude to him and accuse the Fae of lying. Glancing over his shoulder with a boyish smile, it really wasn't Skay's fault she was dumb, not in the slightest. Perhaps when her Druidism was done and Willow was proven right - he could fix her insides and undo a little of the stupidity taint so she'd be able to use the contents in her head.

Hopefully!

Pushing open the door, it seemed that hunting down Dallandra wasn't going to be a requirement at all as Skay found within the shop a little trio. Willow the Faerie, Eimile the Gnome with a penchant for kilts, and Dallandra ap'Tindomerel, missing Duchess of the Province of Prime just near Lysandria, Archmage of Mysticism... and generally, a little bloody troublemaker with a ready innocent smile and an escape route planned in her head just waiting for fullfillment.

As ever seemed the case though, Dallandra looked just a little bit different to each and every person who say her. There was a logical reason to this, but it was one that the little Elfin girl clutched close to her. Probably about four foot high, and no more than fourty patterns in appearance as an Elf with long thick black hair with a sunflower behind her pointed right ear. Purple eyes, adorable in a sickly way that almost begged she be sat on a lap and told stories. Her dress was a light blue smock and she was without shoes.
Willow was sitting on her shoulder whispering in her ear as she glanced at Skay with a curious smile. "You know, you really should think things through before accusing one of lying Miss Ravendi - things have a habit of blowing up in your face . Lover of Vampyres, Cyraxian Spawn, Aeternian...

"Jorel's bitch mayhaps? Well no matter, each to their own though I'm sure he must give some terrible hickey's... nevermind your scales..."

[Skay Ravendi]

She was not smiling as she followed the gnome. For some reason he refused to answer her question and the draconess doubted if going to the shop of the gnome would be such a good idea. Still she went in as there was not much else that she could have done, except for turning around perhaps, but then she didn't have a good enough reason to do that except for the bad feeling that she had. This would really be a long brightening. And unfortunately the long brightenings were the bad ones, for good things went in huge speed.

Her eyes first lingered onto the gnome, the ever familiar gnome. The to the elf girl, seemingly a young one too. Whatever young meant in elven patterns. "Serale." Skay said calmly with a nod to the gnome. Saying that one word was never hard for her. Giving her name was a completely different thing, for she did not want anyone to know where she was. Did not want Adamon to know where she was. It was even harder to talk about the things that were private or simply thinking and perhaps, just perhaps, Charo was the only one who was able to make Skay talk about her views on Gods and other related subjects.

This was perhaps why Skay hated the whole situation she was in. For the draconess was never chatty, rarely ever judged others and rarely ever forgave for digging in her mind. Even the Archprelatess was not forgiven for reading her mind, her thoughts and her memories as if she was some sort of a toy. The draconess wasn't sure what was worse, people digging in other's minds and then speaking openly about it or people who did that but kept quiet, never known for their actions they took upon the other. Either way both earned disrespect from the obsidian scaled one.

The tail stopped swishing and now laid still on the floor. The wyvern yawned one more time. And the draconess watched the elven girl with despondency in her eyes. There were a few things that the draconess did not pay attention to. Such like insults that she was a Cyraxian spawn, a monster and the like. She agreed with that and did not consider them by the slightest. It was however private things that when touched saddened her. Now she wondered if the elf had any right to talk about them in the first place. People of Frigid River. Maybe it was frigid after all. The people at least seemed like that. First the gnome who found it mighty amusing yelling at her, then the fae who didn't act too well either and now this. The last bit was a bit hard to describe as it was simply too harsh.

Two yellow-green eyes traveled onto ones of the fae and then the gnome, curious as to what they thought about the words of the elf. They probably all agreed and were having a hell of a good time. She looked at the fae the longest, truly wanting to see his emotions. Only she tried to see them instead of simply reveal them with spells. And then her eyes snapped back at the elf with the tail rising from the ground in a fast and shift motion. "There is a difference between saying that I don't think he saw one and saying that he lies about seeing one. Similar perhaps, but not the same. But you're a mystic as I see, so I'm sure you know better, without considering anything and relying on what the spells tell you."

The seemingly dead voice spoke from the scaly snout, watching the elf and not wondering so much as to how deep her mind was searched. That was done a few times already for the games of others. She never found that amusing, but then again not so many good things happened to her. Adamon was perhaps the only good thing and even he was something the draconess could not fully accept for he was a vampire, one who murdered every cycle. She felt guilt and sorrow in almost every step. Only at night did the draconess forget most of it all and simply gaze into the stars, dream of flying and no broken wings, be with the one who was not a murderer.

"Perhaps I am what you described me. I shall not try to persuade you otherwise, since you know what I am and there is nothing else I could tell you that would let you know me better. Except for one thing which you should know perhaps. Do not associate me with Jorel. Do not." There came another yawn from the wyvern who sat on Skay's shoulder unable to understand the conversation at all. He might have picked up the irritation coming from the draconess, even that sadness that returned too early this brightening, but other than that, he knew nothing. Being so close to the door, almost having its master's back lean onto it, and not near the fae was a bit annoying though. Since while Willow was near, Faire could have found something interesting in trying to catch him.

[Maddyn]

Tilting her head ever so slightly to the side, Dallandra's eyes for a moment seeme to shift away from Elvish and undertake a distinct reptillian, Draconian appearance with the colouring a brilliant bronze. Even her body seemed to show scales underneath, a hazy image of a tail and two great wings behind her... not quite a true illusion of a Dracon with snow white scales and a blue underside but rather an etheral shadowing over her real body. "Dracon, Jorel-Spawn is what you are Ravendi and it is what your parents were, your grandparents... and if you're playing with Vampyres you at least have the blessing of this little prophecy Jorel-Spawn."

'You'll never bear a child of the Dark Planetar's Filth." she continued, flashing a rather peaceful grin as the shadowing of a Draconian appearance faded and instead left Skay with a sensation like someone had just plucked each and every scale from her body before glueing them back on again in a haphazard fashion. Like she really needed a bath. "I'll associate you with what you are Dracon-Spawn, child of Aeternia and the visage of the corrupted Dragon. Saved by Diana the Goddess of Thieves and pawned off to Telath... pawned off and unwanted Dianter for the Thief Goddess made a mistake. Salvation and choice? Ha! She just couldn't find a buyer in Aetheria who'd actually want such Aeternia Tainted beings."

It was odd, while Dallandra's voice was so utterly sweet and the Elvish girl didn't even so much as batt an eye at the words she spoke. The words themselves contained a poison like someone had went and dipped a few cupcakes in cyanide. "Perspective though is the key Jorel-Spawn, you lied to Willow in his eyes because he can't percieve the difference between how you understand things and how he see's things - your failure to elaborate and taking his honesty for granted Cyraxian-Child is where you lie. Where you prove ever the Dracon and decieve an innocent willing to bring aide simply because you can't understand what's being offered... not truely."

"Dalla... she's... not that bad?" Willow offered, Emilie chuckling softly as he watched the proceedings.

"No, she isn't. But she is decieving herself if Ravendi here thinks she's not Jorel-Spawn. " Dalla replied happily, turning back from the rather confused looking Faerie. "But, just because you're born and marked by Aeternia doesn't mean you do Aeternia's work. That is the Thief Goddess' blessing, she pawned you off because none would buy your Races services for the corruption born within you and your Kind. You can remain in the garbage heap of life, or dust yourself off and seek to make amends... no better than a Vysstichi or Esh'lahier, Aeternia Corrupted... but there's always Choice."

Rather than continuing further though, and though Skay might'e turned to leave some time ago her feet absolutely refused to obey her. Skay was forced to listen to everything Dallandra said, right up until she...

Whooomp!

The sound crashed through Skay's mind without bypassing her ears, her eyes suddenly flaring with a piercing blue light that stung. A crackle, her body spasming and failing to be allowed to do anything other than be pinned there beneath Dallandra's spinn like a butterfly with a pin driven through her insides. A softer 'Ting!' and a metallic 'Smuffle...' as a purple light and a green joined to make a disgusting brownish light in Skay's mind. And then... Skay's Vis completely collapsed on her, opening up like a floodgate as she was Promoted to that of an Adept Druidess with Willow throwing in an Imparting of the spells and knowledge that Skay'd have to revise and study in detail for each step.

And then... Skay was released from the spell, her eyes revealing the three Mages grinning as if just having experienced one great big jest.

[Skay Ravendi]

"I know nothing of prophesies. Nor do I believe in any. As for my parents and grandparents, I do not know them. Perhaps I am a spawn, probably. Enjoy that fact if you like it so much, can't say I care. But again, there is a difference between a spawn and a bitch. Perhaps you are too young to see it. Maybe you should be in school instead of wasting your time like this on such a brightening?" The draconess inquired, knowing that her words would be turned over again and that the girl would simply mock her more. But she did not care all so much as long as the truth was spoken, no matter how insulting and chilly it was. As long as the little few who mattered to her were kept out of this and the few most private thoughts were not known or at least said out loud.

The black and gold draconess simply raised a scaly eyebrow at the planetar's child comment, totally missing the point of it. She did however refuse to ask about it and was about to move to a better position. That was when a realization that her legs were chained to the floor struck her. The gnome, fae and the most annoying of the trio - the elf, seemed to really enjoy Skay's presence and wanted to keep her here this m