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Post by Remus on Oct 31, 2015 20:38:09 GMT -6
Honestly? Nayru was right. Remus wasn't a proud man...but he knew that his morals were right. They were in the right place, as was his heart. If he could manage to keep them intact, defending others wouldn't be so bad would it? Already, he'd felt better as the conversation progressed but now he felt whole once more. He did not wrestle internally with himself over the possibilities of a corrupt priest ascending through the Etrurian faith with the power to strike down others while keeping the wicked alive. No, there were enough of those already. If anything, he could aspire to counter that scale. Even out the injustice with purity.
When he tried to imagine himself as a bishop in the Etrurian faith, or even a Patriarch should his dreams aspire high enough, he did not see himself lounging in the luxurious churches surrounding the Saint's Tower. No, he saw himself on the streets. Assisting those who needed it most. Even if he never achieved a rank beyond Brother Remus, Priest of The Church of Saint Elimine, he'd likely be doing that for most of his life. That was the difference ultimately lay. Not with grumbling old men that spoke of sinners. Life was far too short for that. It's what Saint Elimine had done. Helped others as best she could. Was there any higher calling he could possibly support? no. No there wasn't.
However another matter drew his thoughts as Nayru attempted to excuse herself. A sly smile was all the warning she got before the priest chuckled and replied.
"Noooooooooooot so fast."
The priest was now standing, leaning on his staff with his mug resting on the box behind him. It was also drained of the hot coco within entirely. The blue haired priest leaned forward as he looked towards Nayru with nothing short of a genuinely happy smile. It was odd though, for a priest to make instances while smiling. He even slowly walked over to her side, almost every trace of fatigue briefly vanished from the priests complexion while he stood near the brown haired woman. He lightly tapped his staff twice against the ground before gesturing to her quietly with an outstretched arm, in the direction of the small crate piles he'd been sitting at and her standing near when speaking.
"I do believe, it is your turn. Yes?"
The priest nodded knowingly and walked back to his makeshift seat, a throne though to his weary body. As he moved his mug to the side and eased back into a sitting position, he gazed up at her expectantly. Quiet, and waiting. Nayru was smart enough to know what he was waiting on, and Remus would hold her to her word.
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Nov 1, 2015 11:58:33 GMT -6
Nayru cringed, shoulders rising and chin sinking down a bit as she reacted to Remus's ruthless evisceration of her brilliant escape plan. How had he known?! It had been foolproof, the perfect plan! "Fine," she sighed, her words melodramatic and overwrought, "but if Rocky dies from neglect, his death is on your hands, Remus." She lightly jabbed Remus's chest with her finger before acceding to his demands and wending her way over to the prison of wood and words, more commonly known as a box.
...And realized she had literally no idea how to approach this.
It wasn't even that she was THAT terrified of Remus knowing who or what she was at this point, Veigue and Hayle certainly knew and her judgement of Remus was that he probably wouldn't lose his crap - and even if he did, even if he went running for the town guard immediately, he had no proof and frankly speaking she could just kill all of them and leave for another country. And that was all assuming that things even escalated to that point; it was more likely that the villagers would be less than enthusiastic about even trying to do anything to the people who had saved their town so she could talk her way out of it fairly easily. Would just have to avoid Bern for a while; nothing new there, she hadn't been to Bern in decades anyways, and it was a pretty crappy vacation spot. So it wasn't really a question of practicality and pragmatism, not really.
No, the issue was that she had no idea how to actually broach the subject - that more than three hundred years of trying to keep secrets was incredibly difficult to overcome; that she had been conditioned, by self and setting, to never, ever speak of that truth. Even with Veigue and Hayle, they had found out by circumstance, and by the time she could address it in her right mind it was far too late to explain it away. It was her choice, she had been willing to sacrifice her friendship with them to save their lives and would do it again, but she had never really thought that they would actually be OK with it and still want to be friends.
That even if she thought she could trust Remus with that knowledge, she might still not be able to. It was a bit of a depressing thought. But Nayru was nothing if not as stubborn as ten mules and twice as ornery, so rather than giving up on the spot, she continued to try to consider it. "What... exactly do you want to know?" There was more than a little obvious hesitation in her voice, her words a little more muted than usual.
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Post by Remus on Nov 4, 2015 14:25:00 GMT -6
If rocky died. Right. He'd apologize to rocky afterwords for keeping her waiting, if that was what it took. The priest nodded his head quietly and inclined it towards her before speaking quietly, his palms pressing to his knees."Yes..well if it requires me to do such I shall personally apologize to rocky myself afterwords, but I'd find it quite unfair that you had me answer your questions without answering mine. So..ah...yes." Though that did certainly bring them back to square one so to speak.
He thought back to her earlier comments. As to..what exactly she was. When she described shooting lightning from her mouth, she mentioned thinking of it as pouring the ocean through a riverbed. Combining this with her saying about how close he'd been to guessing before, and he was wracking his brain to try and think of something. Anything, honestly. If she wasn't a thunder spirit, he honestly would've guessed some form of sentient magic weapon but..she had a persona. She had thoughts, feelings, vibrant emotions. So that was out the window. He knew she couldn't have been a monster. He just couldn't believe that as an actuality or even possible outcome. So that also found itself flying off the drawing board. She'd only shot lightning, so the chances of her being a dragon weren't really a thing because well..they were giant fire breathing death monsters. Though Amelia would've insisted upon this possibility. He also knew she wasn't a mage because mages seldom harmed themselves with their own element. They could get tired..but never bodily harm like she'd just displayed.
She hadn't seemed to be in control once it was discharged. It became wild. Like a force of nature. Remus looked to Nayru and blinked quietly in observation as he decided how best to word it. Without thought, he quietly reiterated something she herself had said when he guessed as to her being a thunder elemental. "..That guess was... more insightful than I know You say..." Insight didn't help him if he didn't have clarity behind it. The priest looked to her again before speaking up. "Well..if you could give me some context. What are you..that I was close to guessing without actually being accurate? I er..admit that I can't think of well..anything. Perhaps that is simply ignorance on my part and it is an obvious answer I am simply overlooking but well...yes. "
The somewhat stuffy half destroyed building was quiet after he stopped, waiting for her response. Through the beams of light breaching into holes in the ceiling and semi-torn down roof, traces of dust lingered slowly in the air. The priest sporting his bright blue shaded robes was certainly sticking out; but hadn't he always? His eyes rested on Nayru, and his mind hung on any word she spoke as he waited quietly with a warm smile. In the back of his head, he knew without needing to reassert, that he wouldn't think of her differently no matter what precisely she was. She was still his friend, and she was still the same person that'd saved his sorry self several times over. That wouldn't simply be..undone by some revaluation.
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Nov 4, 2015 23:59:32 GMT -6
Close to guessing...? Nayru wracked her brain for answers, trying to figure out what the good priest was speaking of. Was he referring to her self-flagellating comment about the insight about her being a weapon? THAT was not something he was going to get an explanation for even if he had an iron maiden handy, much less with mere words. "Don't worry about that." Nayru smiled wryly, unable to entirely face the truth. "Just a bit of... existential humor, I guess." It wasn't entirely honest, either to Remus or to herself, but that was about the best she could do.
Ah, failure. For when your best just wasn't good enough! "Well, you're right about one thing." The wolf in sheep's clothing giggled, significantly genuinely this time. She had often wondered how humans would react if they found out that dragons HAD walked among them ever since the Scouring, and that most of them - present company excluded - had done absolutely nothing wrong even cloaked by that veil of secrecy. Really might help to give a little perspective about the whole 'dragons are all murdering monsters' thing to find out that they've been there all along, trying not to bother anyone, just looking to live.
"The answer, as it so often does, lurks in plain sight." She wasn't... exactly... trying to be coy about it; Nayru's amusement was legitimate, born of centuries spent internalizing the ludicrous nature of Elibe's ecosystem. So many obvious truths hidden, not through the genius of those trying to do so, but by the blindness of those who simply chose not to see. Sometimes it was harmless, sometimes it was perhaps even for the better... and sometimes it was willful blindness to evil.
That served to neuter her joy pretty quickly, as the subject usually did, and Nayru's glow dimmed almost immediately. Probably for the best. This was a serious subject. "What if I told you that you knew exactly what I was, and just hadn't realized it yet? What if there was a world beyond the one you knew, a... masquerade, I suppose you could call it? What if the world wasn't quite as simple as you always thought it was - as you wanted it to be - and once you opened your eyes you could never close them to that truth again? Sometimes the truth isn't what you expected it to be, and it isn't what you wanted it to be."
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Post by Remus on Nov 5, 2015 18:32:02 GMT -6
Remus didn't know what prompted her to giggle. Perhaps an unknown knowledge to the very secret they discussed and the theories he mentioned? He felt warmth from it though. It laugh simply felt pure. It was comforting too, and helped disperse some of the ominous mystery hanging over this entire topic. He could tell Nayru was reluctant to a degree, and though his mind tried to rake for possibilities that would warrant that fear of hers. She kept alluding to what if she was a monster of sorts, or it was some dark terrible mystery yet well...he couldn't really imagine anything. Not a single thing to prompt this precaution of hers. Though that could've also been due to the innocence of his thought. Remus felt his curiosity raise when she mentioned that he wasn't entirely wrong. His left eyebrow inclined for a moment before he chuckled again and continued to quietly gaze her.
He leaned back a bit in his seat, hanging on her every word while observing her. The blue clad priest tilted his head a bit while pondering curiously as to what precisely it was. What if it was right under his nose all along? Something so obvious that it simply didn't occur. So overt, it was covert. Could that apply to Nayru? He had a sneaking suspicion it did though.
What if I told you that you knew exactly what I was, and just hadn't realized it yet?
That first line grabbed his attention more than anything. The priest gazed for a moment before slowly easing himself off the box. He stood quietly, seeming more like an elderly man leaving a rocking chair than a young teenager still finding his place in the world. He tapped his staff lightly to the wooden planks that serviced as flooring before taking a few steps to quietly pace in thought. He briefly reiterated her phrase before commenting. "What if I hadn't realized it yet? Well..I should hardly think it is anything to prompt worry then if I haven't realized it. I would've thought of it by now and lined it up. "
A world beyond the one he knew. A masquerade? A place where things were different from expectation and unlike how he wanted the world to work, though a truth he couldn't realize yet and wouldn't unlearn once knowing. Remus chuckled once more before turning to smile warmly at Nayru before shaking his head. "Ahh..but Nayru. The world is already as I wish it not to be. It wouldn't be much of a surprise to learn it's further from what I'd want it to be. Though..I honestly think this mystery you seem to err..well quite secretively shield? If it was something horrible, I imagine I would've been suspicious of you by now. So, well, I think I can handle this truth you speak of Nayru."
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Nov 16, 2015 8:33:56 GMT -6
"Yeah..." Nayru reached up and scratched the back of her head sheepishly, feeling her fingers running through her hair as if focusing on the sensation would somehow solve the issue for her. "Well, at least it can't go worse than the last time, so I got that going for me at least." She laughed, but it was nervous, clearly forced, and ended quickly. It was true though. Last time the whole 'btw im a durrgon' subject came up, she was two stories tall, covered in lightning, completely berserk, and trying to eat Veigue. So by those standards, even if Remus ran away screaming like a little girl, it was still a relatively good result!
Despite her false bravado as she tried to talk herself up, though, the young(ish) dragon could only curse at herself for making this so much bigger of a deal than it... well, ok, honestly it probably was a pretty big deal, but she really could have gone about this so much more suavely to avoid the awkwardness. Something else she needed to work on. Assuming she wasn't dead in a week. She really enjoyed that perspective - knowing you were probably going to screw up and die horribly in the near future made minor things like being more awkward than a human teenager asking out her date to the school ball relatively minor in the grand scheme of things. Or, er, something like that. That was an oddly... specific simile, and she wasn't quite sure where it had come from.
Not that it really mattered, she supposed. Nayru eyed Remus again, still not really sure if this was a good idea or going to lead to a truly impressive debacle even by her standards, and not for the first time, cursed how easy the priest was to confide in. It was like with Elly, say and do a few things you didn't quite mean to and somehow it comes out you're a couple hundred years old. She did, admittedly, smile about that one. Elly had taken it in stride, completely convinced she was a superhero. "Haha... sorry. Still kinda new to this. Opening up to people isn't my forte... both a personal failing and by necessity." Crikey, that even SOUNDED lame. 'yeah I'm just a raging autist' np np.
"So... where to start?" What about the part where she had a history of killing countless innocent humans every time she transformed and went berserk? Ooh, or maybe the part where she ditched her mother figure in a fit of childish picque, that would be fun. Maybe the thing where after running from fights for a few hundred years, the last few months seemed to be turning her into a regular battle maniac?
"I'm a dragon," she blurted out when her mouth took over for her brain, simplifying matters enormously.
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Post by Remus on Nov 23, 2015 16:53:29 GMT -6
Worse than last time? So he was not the first to know her mystery. Though, given that she had mentioned having close comrades; should he really be surprised that terribly by it? She'd mentioned a few names passingly..though his memory wasn't the greatest so he couldn't precisely recall them. The lapis haired priest stirred a bit though, quietly shifting in place as he let his gaze linger on Nayru with palpable anticipation. There had always been a certain "air" of sorts around Nayru of mystery. He couldn't precisely fault her for her caution though if it was something so terrible. That was the question though wasn't it? Was it terrible?
A moment later, Nayru blurted out what was supposedly the fact. Remus smiled brightly as he began to respond on key, as per usual, speaking simply his thoughts on the matter. "Ah! I see! Well that's not so big a-..er...wait..what?" The priest's smile fell for a moment as shock value became what it was. The priest blinked quietly. Clearly trying to process it. He wiggled his nose before wrinkling it and leaning forwards. He balled his fist and covered his mouth as if to cough into it and began to feel slightly dizzy, perhaps out of the fact that he trusted her so much he internally couldn't deny it. This led however to him at odds naturally as he tried to deny it and began to ponder what it meant. Surely she didn't mean..a dragon as in..a dragon dragon. Yet he heard her voice already in his head if he blurted out such. No, I meant the other type of dragon obviously. The friendly frilly kind that eats cake and treats and ..well I mean I do eat those but..you know what I meant! Not one to disagree with the nayru in his head, and now fully believing his insanity had obviously set in as he just opted to listen to a manifestation of someone speaking within his head..., Remus looked up at her. He squared his shoulders and inhaled a bit as if to speak. They instantly crumpled again as he looked at her confused.
"Yes I um..wait..a what?"
The sheer magnitude of this was hard for him to grasp. Where were her wings? Her fangs. Her tail. Scales.
Remus huffed and bit at his lower lip chewing on it in thought as the priest idly scratched at the side of his scruffy blue mop of hair; lost in this before looking at her again blinking a few times once more. "Yes ah...perhaps you could say that again? I don't know that I heard you accurately. "
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Nov 24, 2015 12:35:33 GMT -6
Normally she would have used the opportunity to play it off as a joke, a 'gotcha' of sorts that might be a tad mean but could discourage the other party from asking again. After all, the safest refuge was in plain site sometimes; people saw what they wanted to see, believed what they wanted to believe, and when the two did not coalesce into one whole, rationalized one or the other away. It was no more a human weakness than a universal one in many ways, something dragons too shared the burden of, but a useful tool nonetheless.
But today, in the wake of her forced admission, a bit of childish frustration reared its ugly head - that after she had actually come out to Remus he hadn't believed her. On an intellectual level it wasn't an issue and she didn't blame him, but on an emotional one it had been hard enough to get to this point that she couldn't help but take it personally. Even being aware of one's own flawed perspective could not necessarily overcome it. And her? She wasn't that good at it in the first place. Nayru gritted her teeth, not angry per se so much as - frustrated? Impatient? She wasn't sure exactly, maybe it was a bit of both.
So it was that she threw caution to the wind, hesitating not a whit in the throes of their privacy, and raised her right arm upwards, parallel to her body, as if to present it. It took only a moment of concentration to override her better judgement - something she had long since discarded anyways - and partially lift her limits to flood it with essence, the human limb remaining so for only a moment before it warped, pulsed, golden scales harder than diamond and more durable than steel coming into focus as it grew in size. Not too much, she wasn't trying to intimidate him or punch a hole in a castle or anything, but enough to make her point crystal clear.
"You asked," Nayru said, but there was an almost childish accusativeness to her tone that belied a certain level of defiance. Yeah what now? "And I swear to Elimine if you start running and screaming now I'm going to plant an orchard."
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Post by Remus on Dec 2, 2015 15:47:28 GMT -6
Remus felt a little dizzy. Not overwhelmingly so where the room spun and he couldn't stand up because "Oh my god stop the vertigo please" but more out of a sense of light-headedness. He blinked a bit before looking at Nayru. Sure..he'd seen her shoot lightning from her mouth but didn't dragons er..breath fire? And she had no wings or a tail. The priest's confusion was obvious as he observed her while the woman lifted her arm. It then began to...grow...scales. That..yeah dragons had those. Remus, who was obviously having a hard time wrapping his mind around this one, while looking at it logically.
Nayru. Nayru was a dragon. A dragon of all things. So..how long had she lived? How strong was she? It..well no. No no no no. No.. She was still Nayru. That hadn't changed at all. So he had to keep that in mind. Lifting himself up a bit, standing with his staff tapping against the ground as he made sure he wasn't too shaky or anything; Remus gazed to the now scale armed woman even as he examined the armored appendage quietly. He clicked his tongue a bit while trying to sort the literally thousands of questions buzzing through his head at any given moment. "So okay..and..I apologize if this seems like alot just..ah..formulating er..no..organizing the questions."
Remus quietly inhaled, before exhaling swiftly. "How long have you been alive? Did you fight in the scouring? Er..can you turn into an entire dragon? Does it hurt transforming? " That didn't even stem the endless tide of questions. He however felt that he'd already bombarded her with so many that it wasn't really appropriate to just keep hammering away. However he also realized this was a secret she'd entrusted him to. He couldn't just openly break that trust, nor did he plan to. He nodded his head quietly and looked at her smiling warmly. "You may trust me Nayru. I promise I won't be telling anyone, at all."
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on May 30, 2016 0:02:13 GMT -6
Well, he hadn't started screaming yet, so that was probably a good sign. Her best idea at that point probably would've been making a run for it or choking him out until he lost consciousness, while being very careful not to hurt him (hopefully)... and then running for it. Not the best plan as these things went. So it was really quite nice that Remus was being so accommodating.
Nayru felt as though she was supposed to be the wise and all-knowing leader in this situation, but somewhat ironically she was about as lost as Remus was - her one experience so far, with Veigue, had been rather involuntary, and he hadn't really asked many questions about it afterwards. So this was still wonderfully new and exciting and oh god she was going to barf.
She swallowed the bile rising in her throat and tried to reign in her emotions, with limited success. It had been intimidating in the prelude, but now, faced with actually answering questions, she was very nearly seizing up entirely. Realllly should have planned that one out better. She was a disgrace of a dragon to be riding all these situations with so little of a plan... but that was nothing new. And if nothing else, at least she was two for two!
For some stupid reason, the feeble attempt at a joke actually did a fair bit to lift her spirits. The idea that TWICE in her entire extended life she had managed to inform people that she was a dragon without murdering them was just ridiculous enough to pass from sad to funny, and take her volatile emotions along with it. But she was in no position to question small blessings, no matter their source, so the dragon simply accepted it at face value and tried not to think about it too hard. Which was, coincidentally, a surprisingly effective solution to many of life's woes, now that she thought about it.
Deep breaths. "Little over five centuries. No. Yes." Her hesitation was barely evident, but she pushed on nonetheless. "And it's... certainly an experience. For everyone involved." Nayru couldn't quite meet her companion's eyes, but that last one had reminded her of the last time - when she'd almost killed her only real friend, which was at least a step up from every other transformation when she HAD killed everyone in the vicinity. Needless to say, it felt a little crass joking about it, even as a lame attempt to lift the mood, but in many ways humor had always been her refuge, and she didn't have a replacement just yet. And besides, it wasn't like
Answering the questions themselves was the easy part. Trying to actually interact with him afterwards, that was a bit harder. She had spent so long being frankly terrified of the truth, over imaginative of the countless ways that her nature coming to light could cost her her life, that even in more recent times when her tendency to worry about everything had been... somewhat... abated. "And, uh, thanks." Not really able to think of anything more to say, but feeling awkward not saying anything else, she unconsciously rubbed the back of her neck, almost as a nonverbal 'uhhhh' to pass the awkward moment. "Bern isn't the best place to be a dragon after whatever the hell happened in the arena a few months back." Nayru giggled, small but genuine, as the silliness of what she said actually registered. "Because the rest of Elibe is so much better, of course."
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Post by Remus on May 30, 2016 21:19:03 GMT -6
A certain truth dawned on him. He was a man of the faith. A "holy" man of Etruria. His entire way of life had been ultimately built up to that path which he now strode. Inspired by Elimine. A saint that became known as such, by slaying dragons. As a man of her philosophy most would expect him to aspire to her own caliber, yet he had become close friends with a dragon. Arguably his best friend, at that. It was a twist of fate, ironic at that, yet it didn't disturb him. No sense of blaspheme or heretical implications came to be. He simply knew it as a truth in his life. He had befriended a dragon. Just acknowledging that very thought was almost overwhelming to think of, but he could confidently say regret was the furthest sentiment from that realization. Even so, he chuckled, smiling warmly towards Nayru with a bright look of exclaimed eagerness. His voice so upbeat that the fatigue and weariness from healing, and the combat with the gargoyles prior, were washed away by refreshing currents of contentment.
"Haha..well I'll be. If I wasn't a heretic prior; I am now! Best friends with a dragon. Ahh..haha. My sister did always say I knew how to get into the most trouble. Ahh..you seemed worried earlier..but I think I've got it!"
He raised a finger proudly, exclaiming even brighter with happiness at this grand revelation; though he gazed at her through a single open eye to indicate the mirth behind his implication. His aquatic hued eyes burned brightly with nothing short of elation as he gazed onwards. The nod knowingly towards her was as if to emphasize that his epiphany was one that was meant as much to lift her spirits as it was point out the dynamic of their duo; how well it worked at that.
"Ahah! I understand it now! It is not that trouble follows you, or you encounter it often enough to warrant it. Fate has simply been preparing you for my rather horrible luck!"
He clasped a closed fist to open palm, nodding further before continuing.
"I find the worst situations in the worst places! I mean...who gets abducted during a siege by your own side? Goodness..I believe I had even healed the man that tried to make off with me as a human shield during that incident..ahh..haha..I warn you, miss Nayru. You may be a dragon, but you might not yet be fully prepared for the tasks behind being my friend! I don't leave others behind. So you won't be rid of me even if you tried! "
He briefly became semi-serious looking. His sincerity and unwavering honesty shining through with the same radiance as the holy magic he'd been casting prior while he looked to Nayru directly.
"Elibe may be a dangerous place for you, but I'll heal you when ever it's needed. Anything I can do to lessen that danger, I will haha!!"
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on May 30, 2016 22:30:56 GMT -6
"Heh. That'll go over well in Etruria." Nayru smiled wryly, a little awkwardly, her expression a little guarded as some of the implications of that joke hit her after the fact but stuck with her words considering it was a bit late to un-say it. It was a - strange conversation on both of their parts, regardless of how carefully either of them tried to word things. The world worked on one paradigm - dragons were both dead and gone -and reality simply disagreed. A masquerade that was in some ways only as strong as its weakest link, because the moment those in power realized the truth they would likely strive to destroy it, to return Elibe to the parceled-up paradise for them, a war-torn hellscape for the people living in their world.
The thought that befriending HER was about the worst trouble could get into even by dragon standards crossed her mind as well, earning a small snort from Nayru as she strove to put together a response through her moment of merriment. "Probably would've been smarter to start with something safer, like a pet rock, but here we are." Were they? It all felt - surreal. As if it was a strange, almost lucid dream that would vanish with the morning sun. Perhaps she was simply mad all together. But it was - nice. So she went with it anyways, praying, just in case there was a god and he wasn't quite sick of her yet, that it could last a bit longer.
And if not, eh, it wouldn't hurt her hardcore atheist rep if no one knew. It seemed a bit silly and hypocritical in equal parts, but life went on. As did Remus, describing his incredible fortune, if it could indeed be called something akin to that. Nayru could think of a few other words for it, but most of them involved qualifiers that weren't used in polite company. She would even have taken it as blatant sarcasm if it wasn't, well, Remus, which meant that he was actually being serious and all that stuff HAD happened and... yeah, that dirt nap was looking pretty appealing by this point.
Her expression shifted through several very complex emotions before the dragon eventually settled on trusting herself with a raised eyebrow, her mouth unconsciously slightly open as well as she struggled mightily to envision the scenes he described. Worryingly, it was actually incredibly easy, because she COULD see him healing the guy kidnapping him. Nayru felt a sudden and intense urge to - something. She felt an urge to something? She dissected it as best she could, trying to separate the components, but all she could really make sense of was the concept that this guy was in desperate need of protection, preferably from a small army, or actually a large one would be better, and even then it probably wouldn't be enough to keep him safe from himself.
Face met palm as she steadied herself in the comforting embrace of imagining driving that hand through her skull to avoid having to ever think about this again, raising her head to stare at Remus accusingly from the half of her face that was not covered by hand. She opened her mouth, then closed it, opening it again only after a few moments to sigh and then continue. "Remus... we need to get you a guard dog or something."
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Post by Remus on May 31, 2016 18:35:56 GMT -6
In Etruria. Ahh. Etruria. That...would certainly be a conversation. Hello mother, father, I wanted to let you know that I finally became presented with the standing of Bishop in the church of Elimine! Oh, and this is Nayru, my best friend. She's a dragon! Isn't that neat? Perhaps that was why it'd been kept a secret for so long? That or, why she hadn't told him sooner at-least. He could only imagine what life was like for her, going through with a major revelation resting on her chest and unable to release it. Er..the secret..not..releasing her chest..
Remus shifted briefly before he adjusted himself and rubbed the back of his neck as he tilted his head and smiled sheepishly. He chuckled a split moment later before grinning brightly and adjusting atop one of the wooden crates near by. His hands moving to press against the tops of his knees while he leaned in somewhat. His excitement at the revelation that she was a dragon was entirely prevelent still as he remained undaunted or even phased by her reaction to his incident report; even chuckling further once more with a shrug as if to acknowledge that he'd be unable to change his ways. The slight tilt of his head further before he gauged with a question following through.
"A guard dog..haha..Ahh..I would like that but then I'd be worried for the dog all the time! Ah..hmm..I had a pet rock once! It was er..an experience. Not much of one..but yeah."
He rocked slightly side to side, still sitting atop his box while he laughed once more. Fingers laced together, clasping them around his tucked knees with chin propped atop them while he gazed intently towards Nayru. He decided to speak up, voicing up once more to continue the conversation simply so he could ensure he understood this situation entirely.
"So er...do you hang out with other dragons or are you the last one?"
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on May 31, 2016 21:33:00 GMT -6
He WOULD be worried for the damn dog. Nayru snorted with all the grace of a bull elephant, shaking her head reproachfully, though the effect was entirely ruined by the stupid smile that refused to get off of her damn face like it was some sort of alien face-hugger. Part of her wanted to admonish him for his consistency in valuing others over himself, but at the same time that very trait was a big part of why she admired him so much; a sort of selfless discipline that was almost superhuman in its own way.
Or rather it would be more accurate to say that it was the essence, no, the pinnacle of humanity - the transcendence of baser instincts of survival to value the whole more than the self, the ability to risk one's own life, their very existence, to help others. The stuff of heroes. She'd always been enamored of it, whether it be her youthful dreams of joining great heroes, like those of the scouring, but as humans and dragons fighting together against a common enemy, or now seeing people like Veigue and Remus and Richter and Locke and Clair and... even in his own way, Aerious, trying to do what they thought was right. Even if she did not share their ideal worlds, even if their methods differed from hers enough that it was possible someday they might be thrown into conflict, she could not help but respect their sincerity. They not all have the fame of Clair and Richter, but they all fought for what they believed was right, even when it was not the easy route.
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She'd never really had that. Nayru had spent all her time running, from her past and from herself, and now she would hardly qualify as a hero even if she tried. But that did not change her feelings for those who strove, who dared and succeeded in their own ways, and Remus was perhaps the most pure of them all, free of the bonds of egotism and arrogance that wrapped some others, nor bound by her sins. Even if she would never be much of a hero, he could, he had to be, for the sake of both humanity and not crushing him. For if he didn't compromise his ideals, and if he did not succeed - this world would simply devour him whole.
"Just... try to watch out for yourself too." It was all the dragon allowed herself to say in response to the subject, not entirely trusting her emotions if she said too much about it. She hated the feeling of powerlessness, knowing that she could not always be there for Remus, and that even if she could it would not help him with his most difficult battles of all, those for the hearts and souls of the Etrurian people. Punching things and looking intimidating wouldn't help much there, nor would the whole... dragon... thing.
She would do what she could to help him where she could, but Nayru knew her place was on the frontlines, trying to serve Elibe in her own way, slaying monsters and sometimes the wicked to protect people directly. It was by Veigue's side, fulfilling their promise together, overcoming their pasts to become something more. And perhaps one day, it would be walking among humans as all that she was, rather than hiding behind a mask, acting to pull humans and dragons together once more after a thousand years of heartbreak, if Locke was to be believed.
But not now. Now, all she would do was what she could do.
Aaand answer Remus's question. That would probably help. Rousing herself from the reverie of rationality, she focused more on her counterpart, her body language showcasing the change a little more than she realized. It was a reasonable question on his part, really, even if it could be taken quite poorly by other dragons - the mere thought of Aerious being asked that brought to mind visions of him exploding from sheer rage, possibly literally, or at least being remarkably unpleasant in return. Ah... another lesson to be learned. "Not on a regular basis," she returned with a small giggle. It wasn't exactly a funny subject, but she had a pretty perverse sense of humor sometimes. "If you were hoping for a proper masquerade, I fear you'd find yourself sorely disappointed. I've run into perhaps three dragons anywhere in Elibe, and at least one of them died in that Arena business in Bern a few months back."
It was still a little sobering to think of what she had heard about Marcus's fate from Richter, but in the end, there was little she could do about it, or should. She hadn't been there to grasp it, and he had been... unhinged when she met him, so it was likely not truly anyone's fault so matter as horrible coincidence with both sides to blame. But it did make her hope more strongly than ever that someday, stories like that would cease to be.
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Post by Remus on Jun 6, 2016 19:03:44 GMT -6
Remus tried to sift through his thoughts. There were so many. The most chief of them however, that rose to the top, he would let loose first. It was perhaps, a blessing and a curse, that he was so genuine an individual. It meant he often didn't put much thought into his actions. He acted on instinct. He wore his heart on his sleeve and let it dictate his thoughts. This left him to act upon things as they arrived to the junction of intent or thought them up. nayru had confided in him such a caliber of secret, that he wasn't sure at first he deserved to know. Aside from him trying to generally treat her right, he wasn't sure he'd done anything to earn it. Sure, he considered her his best friend, but he also knew she'd saved his life several times.
Even had she not, their conversations were always pleasant ones. Interesting, and full of deep thought provoking sentiments and ideals. She had the most unique outlook, and thoughts he'd ever heard from someone. How could she not seem amazing, even before her revelation as to her dragon secret? Though that indeed explained why she knew so much, yet looked so young. Let alone her ability to protect others through physical prowess. That and well..she could shoot beams of lightning from her mouth. He knew many mages and aspiring magic users that would kill to have the sheer devastional power that she wielded. Perhaps though that was why it was best that she had this power. Nayru didn't seem like the type of person to abuse it for evil. Mayhap her own personal means, but not at the expense of others.
A warm, inviting smile flashed upon his face while he brightly clapped his hands together and nodded towards her. His tone as jovial as a man's could be.
"Thank you for confiding this in me Nayru. I would say this couldn't have been an easy thing to speak of, but as I am not a dragon, so far as I know, I can't begin to imagine the difficulty of it. Either way, it warms my heart in many ways! I wouldn't try to guess how you feel about all of these, but I can say that I will attempt to be worthy of the trust you put in me!"
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The quiet rustlings had been contained for almost the entire conversation. The gasps. The shocked noises. All of them restrained through absolute raw, and concentrated discipline. Until that fate-defining moment when Remus unleashed his thank you upon the dark haired woman. Like the hammer of destiny crashing into the Anvil of Life, a thunderous noise obliterated the hanging silence that had attempted to whip into existence moments after the priests words. A large wooden crate rustled and fell, though remaining whole through sturdy bernese craftsmanship; a familiar blur of raven shaded hair whipping about while Amelia burst into an excited fit of squee's and other various child noises. Her palms pressing so roughly against the wooden box that her knuckles bled white, a look of absolute excitement blended almost evenly with admiration, and fantastical eagerness firmly cemented upon her visage.
"AND ME TOO! I WON'T TELL ANYONEEEE~! BUT ITS SOOOOOOOOO COOL! YOUR LIKE A MEGA HERO!"
Shifting beneath her squirming upper body; pinned in place by her knee's rooted firmly into his shoulders, the quiet boy Owain. He looked up at Nayru with a quiet look of awe, and nodded before quietly mimicking Amelia's pledge.
"We won't tell anyone Miss Nayru."
At-least one of the two seemed to understand the severity of the circumstances behind Nayru's revelation. Meanwhile..in Remusland...
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He flailed a bit as his small happy bubble of the deem heart to heart between them was obliterated; the monstrously subtle approach of Amelia and Owain having not only caught him off guard, but reliably lowered his maximum life span by a few healthy no doubt happy years, at-least if his heartbeat within his chest was any sense of gauge. He yelped some even, though it had been drown out by the crashing of the wooden crate. Scrambling to rise from his box which he'd been resting upon, Remus adjusted his robes and dusted himself off before looking to the two. Amelia was so blatantly happy and energetic that his attempt at looking "scolding"if it could be called that was entirely vanquished. He lifted a hand and waggled a finger to the two children while pressing his balled up left hand against his hip.
"Amelia! Owain! I am very disappointws in you two! Eavesdropping is not something you should do! Ever! It's rude, and wrong!"
In the back of his head, he heard a small voice, dangerously close to Amelia's. What was worse, was the fact that he partially heard Nayru saying it while imagining her standing behind the girl; looking like a proud parent while nodding.
It's not wrong if you aren't caught beforehand.
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