capeandcowl | 2 fragile wings: video

I have seen much of this world now, and it is quite amazing. I do have to say that. There are things here of which no Pernese man has ever dreamed. Perhaps we never will. Our lives have been shaped by different forces. I can - and do - accept this.

But no place we have gone on Earth can take away our loneliness. There are no Pernese dragons for Lioth to speak with, and I find it difficult to adjust to the lack of Thread after 12 Turns of fighting. In fact, I believe I almost understand the Oldtimers in that.

Still, I should thank the Porter. Lioth has found his flame, and with no need for firestone.

[That laugh isn't quite as happy as his usual kind. At least he's trying.]

I can see that I am not the only one drowning in his own sorrows, today. There must be something to ease the sting of recent events.

Perhaps this City should arrange a Gather?

[And now, a couple of personal messages, because he's had time to learn how to make them:]

Good day, Lord Mitchell. I trust you are well. If I could impose on your time?

Are you still here, girl? We are prepared to take you a-dragonback, if it would please you.

And how are you doing, dear black dragon?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Resting his chin on one hand.]

Surely there would be something to interest you. A plate of well-roasted herdbeast? A pair of sturdy new boots? The one late-night brawl that the guards never quite manage to stop?

[Such a grin. He's trying to figure Geddoe out.]

[you're lucky you give off the air of a well-traveled fighter, N'ton]

A tankard of ale wouldn't be terrible.

[Good luck tends to be his lot in life. N'ton bangs his fist on his knee in triumph.]

Aha! There you are, then. I've never known a wise man to turn down a good bit of Telgar.

[Mock-rueful]

A pity this world doesn't have its equal! But no doubt there's a passable beer to be found somewhere.

[expressionless as ever] ...yes and no. Much of what the taverns here sell is watery and bland, but once in a while I can find something decent. Expensive, but heartier.

[One day, Geddoe. One day, he will get you to make some kind of face. Other than, y'know. Sick.]

I've not had so much luck. Any suggestions?

There is a pub about ten minutes' walk from the MAC building where I frequent, the owner lets me carry my sword. He keeps a number of, what did he call them... 'microbrews?' He knows what I like, anyway.

I will have to visit. You've my thanks, man.

I may see you there, then. Don't take any lip from the patrons, either. Things seem to have taken a turn in the last week, a few more icy stares, but the owner owes me gratitude for protecting his pub during some of the incidents around here.

[A small display of dark humor? My, yes.]

Don't worry. A wise man never insults a dragonrider more than once.

[...And a foolish one never has a second chance.]

[the smallest smirk of humor in return]

I'll have to be sure to be there to witness this.

[Progress!]

Yes, I think you will.

2 fragile wings: video

[video]

[video]

[video]

[video]

[video]

[video]

[video]

[video]

[video]

[video]

[video]