The Wandering Paladin
Log Info
- Title: The Wandering Paladin
- Emitter: Cryosanthia
- Characters: Cryosanthia, Zeke, Seyardu, Aryia, Acedia
- Place: A10: Temple of Daeus
- Time: Tuesday, September 21, 2021, 2:53 PM
- Summary: Aryia come to visit Cryosanthia. Sneaking in behind her, is Acedia, who has heard that she is injured. She's shocked at the changes, which Cryo explains as being from the Sea of Mana. Aryia has brought a white blanket for Cryo, including her name, and gives it, along with a sweet note. Lily's fate is shared, and the topic changes quickly. Cryo teases Aryia about her new sweetie, which gets the whitescale to share her somewhat fanciful understanding of softskin courtship, the important of bodices, and ripping them off. Seyardu is upset Cryo suggested she might like Boaz also, and the whitescale replies that she thought the silverscale was in season, and her childhood friend is wonderful. Embarrassment and a strong dose of sedation tea occur.
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The temple of the Sun Lord glitters golden beneath the same. Rather than walls, the majority of the temple is composed of what appears at first blush to be a raised round platform made of one of the largest slabs of marble likely in existence. Columns rise into the air as if to hold some massive ceiling, though instead of a normal ceiling, one finds the deep blue sky, studded by a disconcertingly close canopy of bright stars. One should not worry, however, as the rain never falls, and the wind never blows on this particular temple, but for a gentle breeze, whatever the weather outside may be.
Despite the austerity of the columns, warmth suffuses the grounds. A grand, marble statue of the Shining Knight stands a the center, a hand outstretched in benediction. Beside Him, the statue of Althea, their hands clasped in love. The central position of the temple to the others gives view to all of their children, and the two look upon one another with the solemnity of love that has been the center of so many tales and legends.
Masterfully designed mana lamps provide further soft, golden lightning where needed, their pedestals carved in the form of the Dragons of Light, over which Daeus is said to have dominion in His form of Draco Solis. Majesty, justice, and welcome suffuse the temple grounds. Around the central temple are a series of smaller buildings, each with a simple function and form. One houses the sacred book depicting some of the earliest known translations of the Laws of Light, which pilgrims from near and far come to visit. Another houses the well-appointed quarters of the Sunguards, and among all the ground bristle the Sunblades.
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Appearing, in Order -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Cryosanthia 7'2" 391 Lb Dragon Female A sickly, white dragon with a crippled wing and tail. Seyardu 5'6" 150 Lb Sith-Makar Female A friendly silver sith-makar with a perpetual squint. Zeke 6'8" 239 Lb Sith-Makar Male A blue-scaled sith-makar in white Daeus vestments. Aryia 4'8" 110 Lb Shadow Elf Female A heavily scarred mul with a resolved look about her. Acedia 3'4" 39 Lb Goblin Female An ebon-skinned Goblin in leather armor. -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=
Cryosanthia's recovery room in one of the Temple Complex Buildings.
More time has passed. The little white dragon has been getting a lot of sleep, sedated tea will do that. 'Little' and 'White' are misnomers to a degree. Cryo is bigger than she was as a Sith'Makari, although not so much she's as big as a horse, more a large dog or puma. A very slayable size, as dragons go. She's also a dirty grey, that continually darkens until her scales turn black, burn up and slough off.
She has spent most of the day asleep, excepting an hour in the morning when she was doing things, and a few in the night where she pretended. Her tea has worn off again and she's awake, although still lying there.
"This one... might have had enough consciousness. Can you make some more Oblivioolong?"
They had been so busy, she hadn't the time to even visit. And she had to make it up to Cryo. Navigating the Temple was a complex endeavor. So many rooms, hallways. She didn't even like being in here. Through some gesturing, and written words, finally, she was able to find the right door. With a large bundle in hand, a scarred, grey hand gently knocks on the door. Not too loud. She's dealt with the others like this before.
Zeke rises at the sound of the door being knocked upon, nodding to Cryosanthia's question. "Thisss one will make you sssome more tea, but let thisss one get the door firsst." He makes his way to the door, and opens it, nodding to the woman on the other side and opening the door somewhat wider to allow her entry, or at least enough to see the white-scaled dragon-sith laying in her bed. "Peasssce on your nessst. You have come to sssee Cryosssanthia?"
The Gobbo silently sidles up to the door while the woman and Zeke speak. She seems content to wait and eavesdrop on what they speak on.
Seyardu was ever present in the temple it felt like, and much of that time was spent in the recovery room of the white makari. She spent much of this time reading, and looked up when Cryosanthia spoke, and the door was knocked on.
"And then you can both get some sleep once the tea is made." She states, closing her book. Seeing the door however, she immediately perks up and waves, and smells pleased. "Peace on your nest, Aryia. This one hopes you are well."
"What?" You're on stage. Cryo closes her eyes, inhales, concentrates. Smile. The edges of her mouth curl, her eyes open, dull at first, then with a second blink a surge of energy and a sparkle. She turns her head to look at the door. "Aryia?"
"Who is behind you?"
Aryia blinks as she's face to face with Zeke, her tilting her head back to look up at him. Her visage softens, and she gives a slight nod, shimmering eyes glancing past him to settle her gaze on the figure in bed. She stills.
They weren't kidding. Maybe this thing wasn't big enough...? Well, shit.
Stepping through the threshold with a thankful nod to Zeke was a familiar, yet, at the same time, unfamiliar sight. So very different from the way she held herself all those weeks ago was a scarred mul'neissa, in black slacks, a silvery vest, and a white button up shirt. A pair of well made silver shades rest on the collar of her shirt, and silver clasps adorn the outer edges of her long ears. In her hands, a white cloth bundle, a folded note atop it. She raises a hand in greeting to Seyardu. "P-s - - n-st," she hisses softly to all, smiling faintly, juuuuust missing the small, eavesdropping figure that slipped up behind her as she steps in. She glances behind her, sees nothing, then raises a brow and shakes her head with a shrug.
Aryia might not notice the goblin, but Zeke certainly does, and he thumps his tail quietly behind him at the sight of her. "Ascedia?" He sounds suprised and pleased, trying to get a good look at the goblin. "What are you doing here?" He looks from her to the basket that Aryia is holding, it gets a suspicious but subtle scenting, and Zeke moves to close the door behind the mul'niessa woman.
The Gobbo blinks at Zeke a few times. Her attire is not much changed from her days as a roaming minstrel, however, a breastplate of shining mithril adorns her torso, and a fancy blue cape with silver trim hangs from her shoulders. She grins then, all toothy-like, and shuffles closer to Zeke.
"I heard you were here, and also, that Cryosanthia is recovering from ... recent adventures?" Acedia cants her head slightly, attempting to peek past the taller-yet-short Sith.
"You certainly look like you are doing well Aryia. The new sunglasses, and the, earrings? Both look nice." She notes while stepping off to the side. "You brought a gift for Cryosanthia? That is kind of you to do so."
She looks to the goblin, giving them a nod of recognition. "Peace on your nest, Acedia. You are not here seeking asylum from a prank, are you? Guards knocking at the door are not conducive for proper rest."
"The Sea of Mana. We had to enact a seal, like the gods did, to push a void entity back into nothingness." Cryosanthia replies, "the power scarred us all, Seldan is still affected, this one hasn't seen Serene. Cesran has strange scars. Aya... is aya. Merek died."
"He got better."
The full glow of her cheerfulness is turned on Aryia, "Aryia! This one did not expect to see you. Seyardu is correct. Your clothing choices are excellent. You are very striking." She starts to stand to turn around and reorient on the visitors.
Aryia raises a brow, her watching the Gobbo from within the room. The others seem lax, so she didn't question it, just a nod of acknowledgement. She smiles at Seyardu, her unable to give a proper thank you as the bundle was a bit cumbersome for her size, but, she nods deeper in appreciation towards her.
The shadow elf's face turns a bit crimson at the compliments, a breathy huff of a silent of laugh. She moves to the bed, sets the cloth bundle down, and- ah, Cryo was moving? Shouldn't she be..? She holds up her hands to get her to settle back down, a wan smile on her lips. Of the other's she's seen with this sickness, moving about didn't seem the best of ideas.
Shaking her head, she removes the note off the top of the bundle, and unfurls the cloth. It unravels, hitting the floor, and slowly coming to a stop some ways away. It's a simple thing, a white blanket. With a little black thread that read "Cryosanthia" in Sildanyari embroidered on the edge. She offers it, head ducked a bit and looking away.
Zeke shifts his tail back and forth at Aceida. "You are looking well. Yesss, Cryossanthia isss recovering." He hardly needs to explain further as Cryosanthia does it for him, but he quickly makes his way to her bedside as she tries to rise. His own efforts added to Aryia's in getting the white-scaled female to settle back down. "Be ssstill Cryosssanthia. Thiss one makess your tea for you."
He quickly sets about doing this as Aryia unwraps her gift to Cryosanthia, and he nods his approval at the sight of it. It's a lovely gift.
"Oh Aryia! That's beautiful, and my name is inscribed just the way I like it!" Cryo says, full of momentary energy and reluctantly lying back down. She leans her head over the side of her bed to examine the blanket further. "That's a nice dense weave, looks tight, should not catch on scales at all. That's very thoughtful, thank you!"
The Gobbo will shut the door behind her, and follow Zeke. "You, too, seem to be in good health and spirits. You have changed greatly from the Zeke of old." She rubs at her cheek, and offers Seyardu and Aryia a curtsey.
"Cryosanthia? Erm, it seems as though you have colouring and erm... size differences. Are you doing well?" Acedia shuffles to the bed, to get a closer look at the formerly icy, Sith-shaped Sith.
"Ah, that is a very nice looking blanket, Aryia! You have been quite busy, it seems." Seyardu replies, letting the others settle Cryosanthia back down.
"It is unknown if it is result of the mana saturation or the transformation, or a combination of the two. But it is slowing down it seems, which is a good sign." The silver makari offers in explanation.
"Oh Aryia! That's beautiful, and my name is inscribed just the way I like it!" Cryo says, full of momentary energy and reluctantly lying back down. She leans her head over the side of her bed to examine the blanket further. "That's a nice dense weave, looks tight, should not catch on scales at all. That's very thoughtful, thank you!"
"I should get a match..." Her voice cuts off suddenly. She goes still. Her eyes fix on nothing on the wall. Her smile wavess momentarily, then returns.
"I greatly appreciate it Aryia. Thank you."
She faces the gobbo, "This one has not seen you in forever, Acedia. This one has more friends, this is Aryia, and the silverscale is Seyardu."
Cryo chuffs, laughing awkwardly. The air is cooler in her presence. Her scales are white-ish, gritty, dirty, like melting snow or a rotting onion. "This one is stuck in a costume and it is not wearing well, and not ok. This one wants to know how you are? Zeke is magnificent, isn't he? And he returned for this one. It has been a great comfort. What have you been up to?"
Aryia's timid stance loosens as Cryo lavishes it in praise. She smiles and nods, picking up the note and fidgeting with it in her hands. Though, being so close, she notes the pause, the slip up. The issue.
She reaches forward with a calloused hand, placing it on the side of the large dragon-sith's face. Shimmering milky eyes harden, and she gives a small nod. Nothing needed to be said.
She quietly unfolds the note and hands it over to Cryosanthia. Aryia turns to Acedia, her raising a hand in greeting, but saying nothing more as her scarred throat bobs.
The note. In much cleaner handwriting than the whitescale had seen before, it reads in Tradespeak:
"Hello Cryo. I hope you're doing well. I'm sorry I couldn't come to visit sooner. I've been very busy lately. I've gotten a lot better since we've last talked, and have gotten more used to being past that line."
"I've been trying to get into making something with my hands, and I hope this works okay. It probably won't last very long, I'm not used to stitching things this small. I'm also not good with words. You already know that. Just know that I am here. I am better having met you. Thank you. Please get better."
"-Aryia"
Zeke settles into his seat as he finishes with the tea, holding it in his lap as everyone talks to Cryosanthia and one another. He seems quietly pleased. Everyone is in a fine mood, and though there have been some minor incidents of memory, it... is getting better. "Would you like your tea Cryosssanthia?" He asks quietly when there's a moment.
Acedia's lips form a frown, and she rubs at her cheek a moment, and fusses with an ear. "Seldan is wounded too?", she wonders, softly, her expression filling slowly with worry and pain. Though, it suddenly grows cold. "Merek survived again? Despite his best efforts, I suppose?" Her frown deepens, and she lets out a huff of breath, before a smile is forced.
"I am doing well enough, Cryo. Playing my trades as both a paladin and a wandering minstrel."
The Gobbo snorts and her smile becomes honest. "Yes, Zeke is magnificent. I am happy he has returned. Perhaps things can never be the way they used to be, but his presence lends a sense of ... normality. A small taste of what used to be."
The wee Gobbo moves to Zeke's side and reaches up to clutch at one of his hands.
"Everyone is recovering." Seyardu nods as she gives space near to the bed. "And Cryosanthia will be well."
"This is good to hear that you are doing well Acedia. And is also glad for Zeke's return."
Cryo rubs her cheek against Aryia's touch, her scales rough, not their typical smoothness. She takes the note, holds it where she can focus with one eye, and reads it. "This small? Do you make sails usu... oh yes, this one remembers, you do."
She smiles at the Mul, "this one will treasure it for as long as it lasts." A teasing lilt drifts into her voice, "this one hears you have a sweetie?"
A huge grin for Aryia, switching to a sombre one for Acedia, "Seldan is. Zeke can speak to the condition of his kin, this one heard him discussed earlier, but has not seen him since. You should visit, Acedia, you're the only one he still truly trusts and likes. Tales of a wandering paladin are sure to delight."
"Or... he's getting better, like Seyardu says. This one would like more tea, yes Zeke. Even if there are visitors." The best gatherings are the ones where the hostess faints halfway through.
Aryia gives a nod at Cryo's memory. She did make sails. Mostly repair, but it was the same. She smiles more, her folding her hands in front of herself.
Though the tease makes her still. And with eight simple words, Aryia's scarred grey face floods crimson. Or, a shadow in the corner. Only two people knew! Who could have... She glances away, squinting at the air. Or the shadow in the corner. "...s-st-r..." she hisses out in one of her native tongues. How dare! She would certainly have to get her back for that!
The mul'neissa glances back to Cryosanthia, to Seyardu, then back to Cryo before giving the smallest. Faintest. Hint of a nod. <Sildanyari>
Zeke is not sure... "What issss a sssweetie?" He asks, noticing the nod which indicates a 'yes' answer but... The question remains as to what one is. He holds the tea up for Cryosanthia to drink with one hand while allowing Aceida to hold the other. This is far from the norm for him, but it is something which he can offer now.
Acedia tugs lightly on Zeke's hand, eyeing him curiously. "I remember you being furious with me, because I kept bumping you, back in the Soldier's Defense." She giggles lightly, moving his hand to her hair, and carefully making him pat her head. "I have waited ages." She looks to Cryo, nodding lightly as she speaks. "I... do you know where he is recuperating? Seldan, I mean? I can seek him out, and inquire as to his condition. And the tales of a wandering paladin are not too different from that of a wandering skald. Perhaps only more politely told."
The Gobbo's eyes widen slightly, and she glances at Aryia, her pupils dilating wide. "Oh. I understood that.", she says, with a grin. She blinks then, and peers at Seyardu. "How have you been settling, here? Is the city to your liking?"
"It is a softskin thing." Seyardu explains to Zeke. When they are overheated due to overexertion, sickness, or just heat, they leak water from their skin to cool down."
The silverscale squints at Aryia now. "But Aryia is not. Just, it looks like blushing from embarrassment"
Seyardu chuffs, and turns her attention to the goblin. "This one, has not settled here well. But it is how things are, and this one, attempts to make the best of matters."
Cryo's head turns as Aryia stares at a corner. One she has been focusing on a lot lately. She slowly returns to watching Aryia, then glances at Zeke and Seyardu, noting their reactions. They aren't. She forces herself to relax also.
She follows this by a very long slurp on the straw, draining half the tea. She's been taking fluids well, at least, even if she refuses most food with the excuse her stomach is upset and she isn't hungry.
"Oh Zeke! It is one of the first levels of softskins negotiating whether they will make cihuaa. There is sweetie, beau, couple, squeeze, soul-mate, life-partner, spouse which is cihuaa, for us, then prestige classes of better-half, ball-and-chain, and old."
"Sweetie is so named because the softskins roll one another around in sugar, then lick it off." Cryo grins madly at Aryia, "You must get a bodice! There is always a bodice-ripping before coupling if the Crimson Pen is to be believed."
This is followed by a throaty rumble at Zeke, "you know, this one has a bodice... somewhere. I think." She wriggles on the bed, kneading with her hands... forepaws... massive talon-claw-thingys.
"Seldan is... no he would not go there. In Althea's temple? Eluna's? Zeke or Seyardu would know. The city has... not settled, Acedia. It has not been welcoming to newcomers. There is corruption amongst the nobles. Infernal presences. Seyardu has been throwing herself at many things, and there are many more still."
Aryia glances between all, her tuning out the talk about Seldan and his location. She wasn't here for that. Really, she was just here to drop this off. But now she was locked in, shimmering gaze behind a ruby visage bouncing between all the sith-makar in the room. Oh thank goodness, Seyardu didn't catch what was being talked abo-
The mul'neissa slooooowly turns to Cryosanthia as she explains, like that of a statue being turned on its base. She staggers back a step, holds up her hands and... they fly through a series of motions. More flailing than anything.
"WHAT?! NO! WE DON'T DO THAT! THERE IS NO SUGAR INVOLVED! AND I WOULD NEVER BE CAUGHT DEAD WEARING ONE OF THOSE!" she gestures briskly, quickly, and above all, flustered. <Handspeech>
"That is ssweating, not ssweetie Ssseyardu. Thisss one knowsss what ssweating isss. Sssick sssoft-ssskinsss do it all the time." He nods firmly and then nods in further understanding as Cryosanthia explains. THAT makes much more sense! Though why they would go through all the trouble... No one ever said that understanding them was /easy/. "Ssso many namess for the processs!"
He looks at Aryia curiously, unfortunately for her, Zeke has no idea what her hand-waving means. "Thisss one wisshesss you luck in your mating-ritualssss." He glances at Cryosanthia, smelling embarrassed himself. "Thisss one iss not sssure that thisss one wissshess to try thisss bodice-ripping however. What isss a bodice? Iss it sssome-thing we ssshould dissscusss privately?"
While he tries to figure this out, he allows Acedia to help him pet her, but unfortunately she does not get an explanation of the shift in his demenor... not yet. He is too distracted by soft-skin mating rituals.
Acedia's expression slowly falls, until her mouth is part-way hanging open, at what comes out of Cryosanthia's mouth. The colour of her cheeks does change, though it is difficult to see the spreading blush on her ebony skin. She blinks several times, and then seems relieved and amused at Aryia's flustered reaction.
"It is a piece of clothing ladies wear to keep their uh... bobbly bits contained.", the Gobbo explains to Zeke. "The uhm. Bits that Sith ladies don't have. So you might not know of them. I uhm profess that I to not know why once would tear them. They seem to be expensive. Not that I would know."
Acedia tugs at Zeke's hand once more, placing it upon her head... and looks to him expectantly. She huffs, and glances to Seyardu, and then Cryo, and back again. "Oh, I am sorry that it has been trying. The city has uhm faced a few upheavals the past few years, but then, I guess you probably already have seen that." To Cryo, Ace nods, "I shall seek him out in the temples, then."
Seyardu was listening, and her confusion only grew at so many new terms. Looking away at mentions of bodices, she watches the rapid flurry of movement from the monk not directed at punching anyone. At least not yet. Then, there was a look of realization, flawed or otherwise. The silver sith-makar squints at Cryosanthia and crosses her arms, with a scent of embarrassment. Their next words in the hissing tongue of the jungle.
"Cryosanthia. Just because this one gives a compliment to someone, does not mean this one wishes to, or has stayed the night with them." She speaks quickly, before she chuffs, and turns her attention to Acdedia. "Yes, there is much unpleasant in the city. This one wishes she could tell you more about Seldan, but it is for the best that they are left while they recover." <Draconic>
Cryo, likewise, doesn't comprehend Aryia's handspeech. She interprets as best she can. Vigorous, very vigorous waving, possible negation gestures. There can be only one conclusion, "Oh! You're not ready yet! You don't know how. This one understands, it was never explained to you."
"Yes Zeke, it supports the milk producing glands of the females. It also slims the waist."
"Aryia, the most popular version is in 'Lady Penelope's Perditions'. Almost any one has the sugar application scene, although 'the Grand Ball' is a seminal one, where she spills an entire sugar bowl down her empire dress. Although, that is often considered very lurid. In other versions, she keeps a supply of sugar in her fascinator, and 'accidentally' fumbles while removing it, thus causing the spills upon her self. A simple sleight of hand accomplishes that."
The palescale purrs, lower her voice, "this one can make other recommendations of approach when we are alone."
After all, Aryia was raised in charn, raptor flight and pollination were likely never provided.
Her cihuaa gets a dreamy smile, "we should too. Discuss it privately..." Wrrrp.
Followed by blinking at Seyardu, and some hissing, "Of course, you would have to be in season, even then you would negotiate. Not nearly as much as softskins. They are incredibly complex about it.."
Aryia pauses to listen, halfway ready to shut it down again despite the one-way communication barrier. Though she blinks. Purses her lips until nothing but a thin line remains. And the red creeps down her neck. She hisses nothing. Gestures nothing. And yet with nothing, she says it all.
She's read them.
Zeke cheers up significantly at Cryosanthia's and Acedia's explanation. "Ah! The mammariesss! Thisss one knowsss about them. Thisss one learned rescently in thisss onesss sstudiesss at a temple. They are usssed for the feeding of hatchlingsss." He seems pleased with himself for knowing this much, and now that he understands what they are he knows what a bodice is! It all fits nicely together. His cihuaa explains the details to Aryia and she makes no further gestures of negation, so it seems likely that everything is fitted into place. Satisfied he thumps his tail and returns his attention to Aceida.
"Sseldan left the scity to tend hisss woundsss. He will return when he isss well, but not a moment before. Thisss one ssecured hisss word on the matter." Zeke nods seriously and pets Aceida. "Thisss one issss sssorry to sssay that you will not likely find him until he is completely recoversss."
Acedia's ears rise up at the use of Draconic, and she glances back and forth between the Sith. But at Zeke's words about Seldan, the Gobbo huffs, her mouth forming a frown. Several teeth find a way to stick out while she does this. "Hmmph. Some trust, if he can disappear and not breath a word of it to me." She thumps one of her little feet upon the floor. "I am getting awfully tired of this, Zeke." She hmmphs again, and crosses her arms, turning away from those in the room.
Seyardu was turning her attention away from the talk out of embarrassment, stopping to look down to the stool she had been sitting on. A foot shoves it against a wall.
"It was sudden Acedia, and for his safety it was not brought up much, I am sorry." Seyardu responds with another sigh. "I am sure that they wish they could have let you know, Acedia."
And then the gray-white-scale hisses something back. She looks back, squinting again. "This is not what I mean either, Cryosanthia. Whether this one has or has not is irrelevant. This one is offering a compliment because this one saw softskins doing such when they meet with friends wearing well made, new clothes." <Draconic>
Cryo finishes the rest of her tea, which has already had an influence. She hisses at Seyardu, somewhat quickly, "This one cannot sing praises of other males in front of her cihuaa, it is most rude, but Vathasithas is a wonderful childhood friend of this one and you should get to know him better!"
"This one thought she recognized the seasonal scent!"
To Zeke, she bobs her head. The male comprehends the need for the constricting clothing. The pieces have fallen into place. She must also point out the obvious, "She wants a hug."
Her attention drifts to the corner again, and remains there as she sighs. She reaches out with her arm, carefully sliding it around Aryia and pulling her closer to her bed. The dirty whitescale's eyes drift closed as the sedation hits, and she exhales into sleep, maintaining the hug.
Aryia looks between the hissing sith-makar, her shooting a glance over to Acedia and raising a brow along with both of her shoulders in a shrug. Thankfully, the color was returning to her features. And perhaps now would be a good time to take her lea-
A dragon paw reaches out. And claims its prize. Aryia looks down, confused for a brief moment before- "... th- f-c...?-" she is dragged over to the bed.
Aryia is not her sister. She cannot vanish into shadow. She is now akin to a stuffed animal, loosely hugging the whitescale in sheer perplexion.
And Cryo fell into sleep. She sighs, rolls her shimmering eyes back, and accepts her fate.
With Cryosanthia asleep, Zeke can put his full attention on Acedia. "There wasss no inssult meant Ascedia. Come, thisss one will explain all to you asss thisss one can." He rises to his feet and heads toward the door. Leading Aceida out and leaving Cryosanthia with her friends.
The Gobbo blinks, and huffs, being led away with a minimum of fuss. Mostly.
Seyardu squints at Cryosanthia. Even moreso at the second comment. Realization hits.
Blink.
Blink. The embarrassment was almost enough to fill the air.
"Celestial mother preserve me." The silverscale chuffs. Or, should she even be saying that? It was supposed to be something Althea knew about.
"Peace on your nest, Acedia, Zeke. I am sure Acedia would not mind a hug, yes." She offers in parting, chuckling just a bit upon seeing Aryia. "It should not be too long, Aryia, her hug will not last once the tea kicks in fully. This one is glad to see you doing so well. You did not tell me about this 'Sweetie', perhaps you could tell more now, or another time?"
This is the last the little white dragon hears as she sinks deeper into sleep.
Though she is very good at holding onto Aryia. Extricating the Mul from her hug takes some doing.
