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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Jan 24, 2017 23:09:07 GMT -6
Nayru glanced sideways at Remus as the colorful priest caught up to her, moving from his usual quiet supportiveness to growing a bit of a backbone, at least enough to actually ask questio-wait nevermind he did that all the time. But he did often shy away from questions about her, so it was a little bit of a surprise for him to actually push it, even just a little, in asking. Maybe it was that boldness that elicited just enough respect for her to reveal anything in return where normally she refused, maybe it was just the moment, but at least the dragon responded with something. "Big. Red. Black." ...That wasn't helpful. "Used to be more blue and gold." Also not helpful, sweetie. "Look, aint many mirrors that size," she growled with a hint of aggrievement in her tone, though it was questionable whether the ire was directed at underperforming mirror makes or general distaste of the lack of specificity she could offer.
Well... would offer. Nayru wasn't actually clueless about her transformed appearance, she was agile and (by now) had enough sense to somewhat inspect herself as well as obviously having some basic sense of where her limbs were. But it felt... weird to try to describe it to anyone, even Remus, and honestly she couldn't decide whether 'big cat thing' or 'big dog thing' sounded worse. The worst part is that they were both accurate enough that they WOULD work perfectly, just... dammit all to hell she was going to start punching herself pretty fast if this didn't solve itself pretty fast.
Oh! Right. Arcadian clothing designs. "Anyways, Arcadian designs are similar to most of what you'd find in Nabata. There's a level of cross pollination culturally. Bit less of a focus on long desert travel for obvious reasons though, most Arcadians will never step foot outside the walls in their lives." Not all of them of course. She could think of one in particular who had left a few centuries ago and was coming back now. But there were others, too. Erim for one.
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Post by Remus on Jan 24, 2017 23:34:15 GMT -6
Big and red and black. So. Like dark magic and fire magic? Used to be more blue and gold. That was like lightning and...light magic? He couldn't quite envision it. However he wasn't so dense as to not hear the frustration in her tone. Clearly the topic wasn't a fond one of hers. Yes, how smart we are Remus. Let's ask our best friend about the super upsetting murder transformation they've openly expressed frustration, fear and sorrow in! Still, he was exceptionally curious and couldn't quite abate that. Not instantly at-least. SO. Fashion conversations it was.
His curious nature was still rampant, but he also had enough respect for Nayru's privacy to not test her on the matter. He could wait till a more important moment to talk to her about it really. And if that meant never, then it meant never. He'd gone all his life thus far without seeing Nayru's dragon form. Why would maintaining that be any different? Sure he'd only known Nayru for like..10% of his active lifespan, but that wasn't quite the point now was it! His gaze turned to her as she began to speak of fashion from Arcadia. Much more interested to learn any tidbit he could about it.
"Right. Er..sorry for pestering on it. Ah. Okay. So...I'm...not much of a fashion person since well...the past few years all my clothes were robes provided by the church..but what do you think would possibly be suitable for me there, if anything? Erm..not that I can really...manage to get clothing but I am curious. And hmm. So it's not common for people to leave Arcadia, even the humans? Though I guess they'd have a harder time surviving the desert than the dragon's wouldn't they?"
It also made him wonder. What were the humans there like? Would it be like he was going back in time a thousand years, or were they unique now compared to then? The prospect and duality of the possible answers excited him even more so.
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Jan 25, 2017 0:52:26 GMT -6
"Oh..." Nayru couldn't help but grin, for all the world looking like the cat that got the cream, "I think a nice set of blue robes will work just fine for ya there, buddy." Heh heh. Because Athos, and - nevermind, the joke wasn't funny if she explained it. It was INCREDIBLY unlikely that they would actually run into the ancient Archsage during their brief sojourn in the mythical lost city, but probably sometime in their visit Remus would get the joke. In the meantime, she would be its sole keeper, a grim guardian to the gates of guffawing that glinted golden in the... uh... dawn.
Aaaaanyways. "Arcadia and its immediate surroundings are pretty safe, but the massive sandstorm surrounding Arcadia ensures that no human can penetrate it naturally, and honestly, why WOULD you leave? The magical and technological center of Elibe, a place full of knowledge that makes the finest Etrurian libraries look like a joke - and hey, can't find the book on 3rd century pre-Scouring magical basket weaving you're looking for? Just ask the dragon who wrote the damn thing... or ate the author. Things get, uh, a little weird sometimes, but you get used to the quirkiness eventually."
She wasn't quite sure where that left her, the dragon who left all of it behind and had never looked back until now, but Nayru decided it didn't matter too much. She had what she needed. Veigue, Remus, Shara, Aeos, Elly, even that damned Lynessa temptress. Even Marcus, rest in pieces, and... yeah, even Aerious. Nayru still wasn't quite ready to say she liked or agreed with him, and she fervently hoped she never would, but even still she could not argue the truth; that his influence HAD changed her. Perhaps not in the ways he had envisioned, for she had rejected his teachings, but she had still learned from the experience, benefited from his guidance in other oblique ways as well. Perhaps what she had learned from him most, though, was what she refused to become. A lesson no less valuable in its inherent anathema to his beliefs.
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Post by Remus on Jan 25, 2017 16:08:28 GMT -6
Blue robes. Haha, well, she wasn't wrong. It was all he wore usually! Except for when it was crazy hot and they were in a colossal murder desert intent on making him literally sweat to death. The scruffy lapis haired priest quietly clasped his hands together and moved a few feet around the remnants of a burrow hole, flashing a grin to Nayru sheepishly. At this point he was noticing the heat again and was feeling a bit more like his old self thankfully. The Priest's body recovering from the magical fatigue of his spells slowly while time went on, and his gaze turning to scan her body to ensure what parts he would have to focus on more heavily next time.
"Heh. Blue robes is all I was used to for so long! Really..it erm..makes me regret not being able to wear them now. I feel so....exposed. I'm not used to my arms or legs being visible. Or even my torso much. It makes me feel...self-conscious. "
Really, he was a frail looking thin. He was thin, though not malnourished. A far cry from any real muscle on him though. He had enough skin and filling to look decently fed but that was about it. At-least his robes made him look a bit more filled in though and bulkier. Not the type to actually have much activity in his life until the events of late, Remus had a fairly sheltered life. This his pale skin, and soft complexion/contours. Ontop of this he had a fair number of months where he'd been almost exclusively indoors. It wasn't something he commonly defied till his journey had begun.
Remus quietly pondered her words. As he'd said before though he couldn't imagine himself wanting to Arcadia. The priest's mind however arrived at another question that was perhaps inevitable. Why had Nayru left? Though, he'd already pried enough and didn't want to keep pushing into her past. So he would remove that question from the roster. If she wanted him to know she would tell him, and on that day he would listen intently. For now, he would simply accept that she was willing enough to return and to take him to this place. It was an opportunity he imagined...few..if any other humans had ever received. He would be doing her graciousness a severe disservice to pester her in the light of this.
The priest quietly smiled before turning to look back to the original direction they'd been going. Only able to based on the body of the original scorpion they fought. His gaze moving back to Nayru while he chimed in.
"I imagine I will be drowning in new things when I am there, ahah. So I will do my best to stay afloat! Though I can only hope I don't cause any problems there with my ignorance or lack of knowledge into customs. I'd hate to cause problems for you on my first visit there, and make a bad image for you upon your return."
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Jan 25, 2017 21:43:47 GMT -6
"Well, that's why we've gotta get you so buff you can just beat people to death with your staff," Nayru fired back rapid-like, sounding almost as serious as she... very possibly was. The thought of how worrying that should probably be didn't occur to her; beating someone to death with a staff sounded hilarious! "Really Remus, you have access to strengthening magic most warriors could only dream of and someone to teach you murder-fu, it wouldn't hurt to be able to at least defend yourself in close quarters."
Nayru recognized on some level that it was a difference of perspective, and she did of course have the er, minor benefit of being about as tough as a brick shithouse when halfshifting, but her toned fitness was entirely natural from years of activity and more recently, constant exercise in the form of trying not to f**k**g die. "Ah cmon," she said, nudging the priest with a grin as she cocked her right arm into a flexing pose. "Who needs shame when you've got THESE GUNS!"
...Oh hey there was the shame now!
Returning the firearm to its safety position and possibly sparing several nearby countries from death by bicep, she continued in a more casual and friendly tone. "Really though. Don't worry about it. Arcadia is full of fuckin' weirdos, long as you don't get into any fights it shouldn't be a problem." And uh, not to put too fine of a point on it, but Nayru couldn't exactly see Remus starting any random fights. "Just keep your eyes open and your ears perked, might learn more that way."
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Post by Remus on Jan 25, 2017 22:03:25 GMT -6
Remus started to laugh at the mention of utilizing his staff in such a way. It was a horrible thing to laugh at, but her delivery just caught him off guard. She said it so matter-o-factly that he couldn't quite brace for it. The priest almost having to stop for a moment entirely and brace his gut with his forearm before he looked to the sable haired dragoness with a bright gaze of mirth. The etrurian blueberry was legitimately happy to just be speaking with her like that after the moments prior. Even hearing her voice in that tone really.
"I've...never been good at hitting people. I'm not even talking about managing to hurt them with my hits, I just mean well...the act. I've always been afraid I'd hurt someone!"
That was the point though wasn't it? To learn so he could actually keep himself safe from enemies beyond just what his magic might provide. It was an...interesting idea but he wasn't sure he was cut out for it. That said. He couldn't exactly tell Nayru no on anything. Not that he'd ever let her learn that, assuming she hadn't already. The priest also had to admit that her point about having a teacher, and the imbuing power to augment himself were things that others could only dream of. He'd often known warriors to lament similar things. The priest pondered quietly with his hand pressing to his chin.
"That's...a very good point. I don't know...I'm sure you could teach me alot but...what would I do with that knowledge? How do I know when it's appropriate to er...hit someone?"
This whole.."punching people" idea was still foreign to him. Remus grasped at his staff a bit more while another fit of laughter shook him merrily. The Dragon's showing off able to make him forget his doubts while he beamed brightly and excitedly towards her. Nodding quietly after his humor settled and he took her words to heart. He didn't often start fights so that wasn't a fear of his but...he did have bad luck. He'd learned that ever since Ilia. However, the priest couldn't help but feel curious. His tone conveying such.
"Well. I'll do my best, and hopefully help if I can! Since that's kind of what I want to do most when I'm around you I guess heh, just be of use! But I am really excited to learn as much as I can!"
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Jan 26, 2017 0:53:01 GMT -6
"Uh, yeah. That's the point of hitting people." Her evident amusement aside - sort of a 'doy' vibe to her words - there was no venom in Nayru's speech, she wasn't actually insulting Remus so much as poking a bit of fun at his idealistic and short sighted response. Of course she wasn't trying to convince him to turn into her, or throw aside all his morals and just become a feared assassin who slunk through the shadows while slaughtering his foes in geysers of gore. It was more the simple idea of self defense, of being able to at least avoid going to pieces if forced into melee, that she had been trying to impart.
Fortunately it seemed that he... didn't actually get it at all, but uh, at least he understood that it wasn't JUST a way to straight execution style fools. After what they had just been through though, she thought it might make for a slightly better example. "Just being able to handle melee range at all would be a good start. Block the guy and get out of there. But against weaker monsters and even some humanoid foes, maybe it'd be nice to have a nonlethal option to subdue them." The dragon grinned. "Nonlethal, not painless. Plenty o' folks will back off if they see you can defend yourself at all, some need a bit more of a... demonstration if you get my drift."
Nayru scratched her side, still feeling weird that there was skin and tissue there as compared to say a gaping hole. Not that her torso had been especially savaged by the attack due to her shielding, but it just still felt... weird overall. "Look, I just want you to be prepared for everything possible, alright? I'm not always gonna be there to protect you, and the more options you have to handle a situation, the better you can dial in exactly how much force you need to use. Imagine if I'd just doombreathed that guy who attacked you outside the tavern, or tried to tickle the first couple scorpions. Different situations naturally call for different levels of force. Same as you'd act different in Arcadia, Aquila, and Bern."
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Post by Remus on Jan 26, 2017 17:12:09 GMT -6
Hitting people wasn't exactly something he could see himself doing. But as she began to break it down she brought up a very valid point. Using physical force to disincline others to seek violence wasn't an avenue to combat he'd ever imagined taking before. If anything was an indication, Nayru and his introduction with the brigands was enough of the case. Even....if it had resulted in both men being left in a near death state until he barely stabilized their unconscious bodies. The priest was quietly tapping his staff in thought while mulling it over visible. After all, it had its merits certainly. Nayru was probably an expert on non-lethal as well as lethal solutions to violence. Especially with her extensive close quarters combat expertise. If he couldn't have trusted her in helping him protect himself..well...he wouldn't have gotten this far with her would he? No doubt she would've left him to die at some point far earlier in their ventures.
Remus quietly mulled it over a moment or two longer, before he looked to her while she scratched at herself. Remus quietly rested his staff against his shoulder while pseudo cradling it, elbows tucked and him tilting his head to the side as the lapis haired priest quizzically observed. It was such a weird conversation to hear. He'd heard it how many times prior when giving it to the orphans as he tried to teach them various skills? Just how capable others were really, coming into light. Nayru was right. There were times where he wouldn't be with her, and it would maximize his chance of survival. That was good for the children, if nothing else. They needed him. At-least for now. Perhaps the few that did, but it made him feel special none the less.
"You..make a very good point Nayru. Very good indeed. I am glad that you've been around to help me thus far really. To point out and guide me to know what I've needed to and to protect me, but perhaps I do need to learn how. Even if I have distaste for it. So...when we have time I would like you to start teaching me. Hmm...so..though I don't have other dragons, or many, to gauge it from...could I ask you. Are any dragons erm...like you, per say? That's...such a poorly worded question so I should expound."
He'd asked a similar one prior, but he felt it better to flesh this one out. Thoughts sculpted for a moment before he continued to elaborate. His tone was hesitant though. Despite their bond, he understood that some things were simply too personal.
"Out of all the people I've ever met in Elibe...none have been a "Nayru." That is to say, none were like you. Even remotely. I've seen many people who blend in and out of one another with similarities, but you remain so unequivocally unique. What would you say, has led you to be who you are up until now? If...that's too personal a question I apologize and will immediately shift topics."
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Jan 26, 2017 19:38:00 GMT -6
In the wake of her little lecture, the conversation crumbled to silence as the two friends just walked, Remus seemingly thinking about what she had said... or debating the ratios in a good PB&J sandwich - she couldn't tell. Regardless, Nayru was content to just casually stroll through the burning desert, feeling the sand crunch under her feet as they crossed the endless swells and tiny ridges of sand that even the 'flat' desert possessed. The topography of flatness so to speak. People always thought that the desert was just a big flat ocean of sand, like Sacae but more yellow - but it varied so much more than they could ever realize without seeing it firsthand.
Remus's response showed that if nothing else he had actually been considering her ideas, mulling over them, and that was a welcome idea. Not that she wanted to change Remus on a fundamental level. Nayru suspected that the world itself would eventually do that, but she'd protect him as long as she could. But the simple idea of taking a practical approach to matters of life and death - idealism and optimism rivaling Elly's be damned, she just wanted to see him survive. So there was a certain level of selfishness in her goals, even if it was meant for his own good. So the dragon just chuckled dryly at Remus's hesitant acceptance. "I'm not teaching you Krav Maga, Remus. Just how to protect people you care for."
It was the question that threw her though, left the mouthy dragon floundering for any kind of meaningful response. She was pretty good at talking about everything but herself, or at least beyond the inner self that rose to the surface only when strictly necessary. She just... wasn't good at that at all. "W-well, uh," Yeah Nayru, well what? You were all going on about that good crap just a minute ago, handing out advice like it was going out of style, where's that big talk now? "That's a... pretty wide ranging question," definitely no evasion there, "Maybe after we hit Arcadia you'll have some more perspective on what you're asking about."
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Post by Remus on Jan 26, 2017 20:09:44 GMT -6
Krav Maga? The first thing that came to mind comparatively, was the phrase "Kraft Mega", which he was sure wasn't actually a term. So. Krav Maga was a...fighting style then? Something to fighting like Light Magic or Anima Magic was to magic schools? He wasn't exactly sure what entailed a combative style, but imagined it was similar to various swordsmanship styles or arts of combat. The priest chuckled a bit though at her response, and smiled brightly at her choice of wording. Protect the people you care for. So far..the only time he had managed any such things was a few moments prior. So any extra chances to do just that, he'd happily take for sure. The blue haired priest smiled brightly towards his female draconic partner and nodded happily. Almost bouncing in his step for a moment before he walked a few paces faster just to keep up with her consistent stride. Remus's tone even conveyed it a bit as he tried not to laugh while speaking. The notion just one that put him in such a grand mood that even his fatigue seemed to lift.
"Heh..I realllllly like the sound of that. If...I had but one wish in all the world that's likely what it would be honestly. Selfish as it is...it's the biggest driving force behind any progress I strive for. I want to be able to protect others, like you've protected me. If I can do that, I think I'll be at a good place in my life!!"
The priest chuckled further before quietly resting his staff for a second longer. Pondering on her words of arcadia as she fumbled with them, before he leaned forwards with Thyrus tight within his hand. Slowly, the priest let a faint glow imbue from his staff before it started to spread its warmth within Nayru. The healing might be a bit light, but if he could further alleviate her wounds now that his initial fatigue was wearing off and his stamina returning, he could quicken how fast she recovered by lessening how much she had to naturally heal through. The priest speaking quietly while he mended his friends wounds further, focusing now on her bodily burns more so.
"Well. Either way, I have a sneaking suspicion they can't compare to you heh..if were speaking comparatively. Though I'm sure, like people on Elibe, they are all special in their own way! I'm...ah...haha..just happy to be sharing this trip with you. Pot-holes in the road and all. It's...something I know I'll never forget as long as I live!"
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Jan 26, 2017 20:23:36 GMT -6
It was probably for the best that Remus hadn't shared his take on Krav Maga or it might well have actually killed Nayru on the spot, far more surely than any of the Legendary Weapons could dare to dream of - because she might have laughed like a madwoman, sprawled across the desert sands under the burning sun, until the end of times. Or a scorpion ate her. Whatever came first.
"Nothing wrong with that goal, Remus." turning to walk backwards and face him directly as they walked, partially an unintentional brag of her familiarity with desert travel and partially a conscious effort to actually turn and face the target of her speech, Nayru continued after a moment, staring him in the eye. "There are worse things to draw power from, more selfish goals, less moral outlooks. With a foundation like that, maybe you can find the resolve to endure anything." She grinned at him again, something she seemed to be doing a lot of, and turned back to walking like a normal f**k**g person. The secret, of course, was that she had surveyed the area long enough before her to know where everything was and altering altitudes to ensure she didn't trip, but good memory or no, she couldn't just do that out to the horizon. Was a good party trick though.
Nayru didn't think she'd ever quite get used to the feeling of healing magic, absentmindedly rubbing her left arm as Remus got back to work for a time. "Not sure about, uh, comparing, but we'll burn that bridge when we come to it. I just hope Arcadia is the experience you're hoping it'll be." And that it does something good for you, she didn't add. Nayru didn't want Remus to get anything specific out of Arcadia, but she felt as though he was bound to get SOMETHING out of this whole mess.
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Post by Remus on Jan 26, 2017 20:36:57 GMT -6
Remus smiled when she turned around. It wasn't even from her party trick of sorts. He just had found as of late he couldn't look at Nayru when she was smiling, and not smile as well. It was a fact of life kind of thing. Maybe he found her smile contagious, but he imagined it was a bit of a brighter aspect. That or something more akin to just being close to her. In either regard though, he was more than content to drink in the sight while she spoke. Quietly focusing for a moment on healing her while he listened, gaze merely scanning as his staff continued to emit a steady stream of warm healing light within her limbs and body.
"Heh well if I'm honest. So far you are the one helping me endure anything. Though the kids are a fair source of contribution too. You all form pillars of sorts that kind of keep me standing, I guess you could say! Normally when I focus on my magic...and I need inspiration. I think of the children. Or you. It usually gives me the motivation and drive that I need to dredge up enough power. Honestly...that can be the hardest part sometimes. It seems stronger when it's fueled by something. So I go with the things that get me fired up the most."
Arcadia. This place was just swirling with mystery and surprise wasn't it? The priest could barely contain himself really. Just the notion of seeing humans and dragons walking around. Though...would he actually see dragons? He hadn't thought about it prior, but if Nayru was always in human form couldn't they be as well? Were dragon forms comfortable? Wait, why was he speculating? He had the source of dragon info 101 for dummies and dumber blueberry priests right in-front of him flashing that confident goofy grin!
"Hey Nayru? Um. Does it hurt, when you transform? Or when you...alter your body at all? I guess...I just can't exactly comprehend what that...feels like. Does it even feel different? Do you feel your body adjusting or shifting?"
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Jan 26, 2017 21:25:16 GMT -6
Nayru was splendidly uncertain what to make of Remus's admission, doing a double take that she tried to mask as momentarily tripping on a ledge of sand. Obviously she understood that she did help keep him safe, she wasn't THAT dense even when it came to herself - though it admittedly got close sometimes. Just the idea of actually having to be this... thing for him to live up to rely on. An icon. It was NOT the dragon's strong suit and she wasn't sure how to react at all, as flattering as it might be. And it was. In a silly, stupid little way, it did remind her of that dream she'd had long ago. Of actually being a hero, someone that people could look up to. She'd ruined any chance of that ever happening, lost that part of herself. But she never quite forgot.
"I-I see," the dragon stated as calmly as she could, and her voice only sounded a little uncertain as she said it. But often times Nayru found that simply saying SOMETHING helped her start working through the emotions, and that was sometimes all she needed to get going. In this case, it led to her deflecting the subject a bit... as usual. "Light magic is fueled by your willpower, right? It, uh, makes sense that finding something to really cling to would make it easier to use." NICE one, totally avoided actually responding to the actual conversation at hand!
"And transforming is... different for each dragon," the, er, dragon cautiously responded, trying... very carefully to word her response correctly. She simply couldn't help the natural evasiveness when speaking too much about herself. It got a little better as she went though, slipping back into more of her usual self. "It can be very natural and fluid - if you ever meet a feathered dragon, it's kinda like watching a snake molt out of its skin, just... bigger scale. Or watching a curtain drop. Some mediate the exchange through energy - kinda like alchemy I guess; equivalent exchange, recognizing that mass, matter, energy, information are all sides of the same coin. Some just kinda explode out." She shrugged. Not exactly expressively, there was no deep meaning to it, Nayru just kinda... shrugged. Sometimes things were just what they were. "Used to hurt. Now I'm used to it. Human body isn't built for that kind of stress, channeling that much magic. You learn how to protect yourself from... yourself."
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Post by Remus on Jan 26, 2017 21:43:03 GMT -6
He nodded quietly. Even chuckling a little despite, to him, the severity and seriousness of the conversation for him at-least. Light magic was fueled by willpower. To a degree, so was some of the stave magics. Particularly his barrier spells. The priests tone thoughtful as he recalled that moment back on vinland. When she indulged him in a test of his barrier despite the risks to her body that his selfishness ended up causing. Something he still regretted really.
"That's very true. Though I was faintly familiar to it because my shielding and barrier magics work the same way. Primarily the more advanced versions. It...has to be a singular thought. A desire to protect. Like, when I fought the Arum. All I could think of was my desire to protect the people of the town. When I used my light magic on it...I imagined what a threat it could be to the children. Or...when I selfishly asked you to risk harming yourself by going all out, not knowing that much energy could possibly harm you by being expended on your part, to test my barrier. At the time...all I could think of was how badly I wanted to help keep you safe. An um...ironic thought mayhap but I confess...I worry about people figuring out your a dragon. Sure, you could defend yourself. But...well I imagine the stories of the dragon at the Arena in Bern. And how they killed that dragon. Or the fact that the one I helped fight the Arum almost died to it...and I admit it makes me worry greatly. People don't know that your this wonderful kind smart person. They just...see a dragon and think well...dragon. The monsters around Elibe can't make that any easier to alleviate. Similarly...when I used the Purging spell against the scorpion. I...just felt so...ah. Um..well yes. Long story short. It's a singular drive that really helps, ah..sorry I was rambling."
Remus was usually an open book. In this regard however he couldn't help but feel a bit too shameful. At his hateful feelings. The desire to actually hurt or kill. It was a bit of a red flag to him concerning his prowess with light magic. One he feared he would fall to later, or perhaps end up walking a path mentality wise similar to the zealots who called Kraft "Prophet" with fervor in their hearts.
Protecting yourself...from yourself. That was a strange notion. Especially from his perspective. But then again this was why he was a human and not a dragon, wasn't it? He couldn't just up and flail about pretending to understand. However the idea was just a very very curious one. It was...similar...maybe?
"It reminds me of how I feel when I try to store too much energy for a spell. How...my body seems fit to burst and can't possibly hold more. So it begins to exude, and burn. Though I'm curious as to the limits, I'm not that curious."
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Jan 26, 2017 22:13:03 GMT -6
"...I'm just glad it wasn't me in the arena," Nayru stated quietly after a few moments of thought in regard to Remus's speech. The words weren't even out of her mouth yet before she realized just how bad they sounded though, how cowardly. "Not that... Marcus deserved that. But..." The divine dragon sighed, frustrated at how hard it was to express herself in a way that didn't sound too cowardly or bravado overloaded. "Going by descriptions of the event, he was weak enough that he didn't do much damage to the crowded stadium. Draconic power is an... exponential scale." Nayru grimaced at the thought. "I would've had to pick between my life and all those there, and I don't know if I can say what I would have done."
She laughed harshly. "I've spent a long time trying to survive. It's not easy to turn off those instincts." And look at what she had been willing to accept in return for that life. The hundreds of people who had died to her berserk rampages - BEFORE she unlocked the two new mountains of power she had grown used to lately. Nayru wasn't sure that she could have actually fought everyone in the arena, but it didn't matter. Simply transforming and fighting at all would have guaranteed far too many innocent deaths, even if it had allowed her to slink off to fight another day, and she could never truly know if there had been warriors there powerful enough to slay her.
It did certainly put Remus's comment about people finding out she was a dragon into perspective, though. She wasn't in the mood to laugh much, so Nayru just responded without preamble. "That's the cost of fighting for Elibe, Remus. I'm done running from what I am. I just..." She swallowed, "I hope I can make people understand someday. But until Elibe is ready for it, I'll just do what I always do, never staying in the same spot for long, try to stay ahead of anyone catching on. There's too much suffering around Elibe for me to not do anything."
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