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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Dec 28, 2016 11:26:50 GMT -6
Nayru shrunk inside herself a little bit at Remus's question, not so much disgusted or angry as just taken a little aback by it. It HAD been a huge culture shift, nearly leading to... problems... a few times, before she came to understand how dragons were really viewed in Elibe as more than just the tall tales of Arcadians who didn't understand the outside world that well. "It... wasn't easy." She shrugged. "You adapt or you die. Same way as humans survive, it's just a fact of life that you get used to eventually." Was that what had pulled her away from Remus's path, Nayru wondered? That she had eventually accepted the world for what it was, where Remus hadn't? Was that what gave him the strength to change it where she couldn't, or was it something else?
No point in getting emo about it now though. It was what it was. She didn't belabor the subject though, eager to push on to other subjects, those that could be discussed more easily. Or not! Remus's comment about childhood and old age was even darker coming from his cheery tone, almost enough that she wondered if he held a grudge or had finally snapped or something. "It does teach you early what loss is like, that's for sure. I'd only been living in Arcadia for a few years when the first one died. Fifty years in, all the children I'd grown up with were dead." What had that been about not getting emo, again? It was depressing at best. The thought that soon enough she'd have to deal with the same thing with Veigue and Remus didn't help much either.
"Dragons don't die of natural causes. Elibe is full of plenty of other solutions, though. Before the Scouring, it was mostly attrition from monsters and occasional wars; since then..." What else was there to say on that subject, really? Nayru didn't need to explain why there weren't a whole lot of dragons around now. The only reason there were so many young dragons, relatively speaking, was because all the old ones had been f**k**g murdered. Dammit. She had said hi to Remus a bit ago to get away from her thoughts, and now the darkness was coming back again.
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Post by Remus on Dec 28, 2016 11:43:22 GMT -6
To him, his time with Nayru was a literal life-time. A long, long time. Might as well have been an eternity. To Nayru however, it did not seem like a long time. Perhaps she merely needed to see it from another perspective? The priest briefly pondered before wording it as best he could, flashing a bright grin her way while nodding for Emphasis. His gaze upon her brimming with energy as he nearly glowed with some candescent manifestation of jubilation.
"Well Nayru...look at it like this. We've known each-other for less than a year. I er..well if it's up to me plan to live for at-least another seventy. So the adventures we have had together are but a seventyieth of what we'll end up truly having provided we stay as close as I hope we do!! Besides. Heh, for all you know Amelia will find the secret to immortality or ever lasting youth and then none of us have a choice in the matter. You never know! I mean..you might but er..I don't. I've just come to accept that we never know what life throws at us, and can never know."
The priest took a few steps closer and gently placed a hand on her shoulder, the sore one, while gazing directly to her and speaking in a softer, warmer tone. To convey as much sincerity as he could.
"I never knew that I would meet my best friend in one of my darkest moments, nor that she would happen to be a dragon. If I had appeared before my younger myself to say such, I'd likely chalk it up to a poorly cooked dinner and that I was suffering some ailment. Yet...here we are now. Here you are, and here I am. Heh, good luck shaking me away now~!"
He quietly clapped his hands together after a moment before lifting his sleeve to wipe what he realized was now fully dried blood from his upper lip and nose quietly. The flecks of red crumbling away before landing upon the ground harmlessly. The priest chuckled quietly before he observed Nayru directly.
"It's a good thing the children weren't here. They'd have no doubt heard about this peaceful city of humans and dragons...and well...they'd be most cross if they couldn't go. Which rightfully they shouldn't if we have to traverse Nabata. Can you imagine Amelia's response or reaction though? Why...I believe she'd still be hugging your leg and saying "Please" as loud as she can!"
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Dec 28, 2016 12:01:51 GMT -6
"Well, hopefully she grows up faster than I did, then. Don't know if either of us will survive seventy more years of her as she is." While the idea of Nayru 2.0 had a certain horrible allure to it nonetheless, one was probably more than enough for Elibe for now. Maybe in another couple millennia there'd be room for two, and even that Nayru was a little hesitant about.
Remus's surprise admission took Nayru somewhat off guard, and by somewhat she meant a fair bit. He had spoken much of being her friend, enough that while she didn't necessarily quite perfectly understand it she had internalized it to the point that it didn't bother her as much anymore. But best friend? That one hadn't really sunk in. She wasn't sure if it ever would. The idea that he really couldn't find anyone better, despite his positive qualities, just seemed strange to her. Even Lafiel would probably be a step up in that regard. "I, uh," She started trying to respond, but no words came to mind, and Nayru couldn't think of anything particularly wise or witty to say, so she desperately tried to twist the conversation's direction a bit to follow his lead without drawing attention to it.
"It has been a while since Ilia, huh? Introduced Amelia to the wonders of planting trees and justified accidents, as I recall. Hard to tell if it doesn't seem that long ago or if it was an eternity ago, though... there's been so much going on in the last year or so I'm still having a bit of trouble figuring out how to handle it all." It was true, if a little silly sounding. Most of Nayru's life had been fairly... she didn't know exactly how to word it, but rote or boring or something like that. Lived day to day, repeating the same things, occasionally moving away to hide her lack of aging and move on to a new profession. It wasn't BORING or horrible or anything, just how she'd lived.
But since she started getting involved with humans on a more personal level again, she'd been sort of pulled into their pace. Their problems. Their victories. Veigue's long list of people who wanted him dead, Remus's long list of people who wanted him dead, Elly's long lis- you know what actually she wasn't going to finish that thought she already knew where it was going. Speaking of rambunctious children though... "It is for the best, yeah. Nabata is a harsh journey at the best of times, and the path to Arcadia is far worse, a brutal trek that neither of them would likely survive." She spoke matter of factly, not to scare Remus but to express just how dangerous it could actually be. "-And while I do trust them as far as I can, I fear they would attract a great deal of attention and some very pointed questions while we were there... it would be better to get in and get out quietly, without raising too much attention. Both inside and outside of Arcadia."
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Post by Remus on Dec 28, 2016 12:34:07 GMT -6
Ahhh, there it was. The priest laughing loudly, a jolly belly laugh bursting out while he faintly shook with amusement. In actuality the idea of Amelia for 70 years as she was, reigning over Elibe filled him with terror, but he laughed so that he would not cry; it was all anyone could truly do. Once he'd cleared up his laughter he let his hands fall down from her shoulder to rest back upon his staff. Remus tilted his head and smiled warmly at her still while she mentioned the incidents surrounding Ilia. Certainly it had been a healthy amount of time. Closing in on a year even. It filled him with nostalgic mirth.
His tone acknowledging even while he nodded towards her observation.
"Ahhh, haha it has! Heh..I still remember that conversation we had that went hours into the night while the children slept. How we spoke of the state of things. It seems some of your predictions would have proven prophetic, for good or for ill. Honestly I also admit that I've tried to keep good on my word to see change through in that time! Though er..I guess I've gotten my question answered heh...as to if dragon's still exited. Ahah...I can't help but wonder. Were you smiling inside while you were having that conversation with me? Just knowingly grinning while I fumbled about trying to express thoughts and hopes or dreams? Ahhh..and let's not forget the gargoyles. That er...was an intense handful of minutes. Very very intense."
He had a feeling he would have in her position. Though he did take a tad more serious note when Nayru mentioned the dangers of the desert and the reason why the kids were not coming along. He nodded in agreement before leaning further on his staff, the scraggly haired priest agreeing with her.
"Yeah. Definitely for the best. They er..won't have to worry about it though since they'll never know. All they need know is I'll be gone on a trip ahah~"
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Dec 28, 2016 13:06:47 GMT -6
Ah wonderful, Remus was broken. Again. All jokes aside though, even if she didn't quite share his merriment on account of being permanently miserable about everything, Nayru was still happy to watch him experience it nonetheless. Even if it was living vicariously through him a little, she could still be happy in her own way to see him genuinely happy. Yes, she had her own problems, but seeing people happy was... nice. Reminded her there was more to the world than what she thought of sometimes. That no matter how bad things got, she could at least still work to make people happy.
"...No, not smiling. Regretting the necessity." Nayru smiled wryly. No deception there, she had felt bad about it at the time, but necessity trumped idealism, as far as she was concerned. "Would that I could have told you then, but Elibe is... not an easy place for trust to develop. Those who give too much of themselves, too easily, rarely get it all back." And some just get murdered for not being human, she decided not to add. Despite her pessimism Nayru didn't regret what she had done in that regard nor did she hate the people of Elibe for the necessity of that deception. She truly hoped that someday it wouldn't be necessary. But for the time being, it was, and no amount of pretty words and notions would change that.
"I suppose one good thing did come of those damnable gargoyles in the end, though." It had been one of her more emotional moments, baring all for Remus to see, not in that way brain DAMMIT you had one job IT WAS JUST AN INNOCENT HALFSHIFT NOW EVERYTHING WAS RUINED. Not as ruined as Amelia would probably manage if they took her to Arcadia, but close. "And yes, er, I don't think Arcadia could handle its new Empress."
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Post by Remus on Dec 28, 2016 13:33:09 GMT -6
He didn't blame her in the secrecy. He knew he was an overwhelmingly accepting person. Even among the kinder individuals of the Eliminian faith he was openly kind. He didn't think boastful thoughts when he affirmed this but knew it to be true. He'd always been more trusting, accepting, and optimistic than almost anyone else he'd ever met in his brief travels of Elibe. The priests gaze idling upon the female Dragon with a quiet grin plastered to his lips while he wove a hand dismissively when she lamented upon the inability to trust him well enough to tell him then.
"Ahh, I can hardly blame you though Nayru! All you knew was that I was a fairly pacifistic member of the eliminian faith. That doesn't exactly paint me in a good light as of recent events. Last thing I can imagine the first sight of me would've evoked was trust heh..not in today's age, sad though it is to say."
It certainly was a sad truth. Though when she mentioned the gargoyles, and the good thing to come about it, he thought back to Nayru's admission. The truth behind it. He couldn't help but fondly recall how silly he'd felt. He'd been struggling with the notions of finally having power and enjoying the ability to defend himself. While he struggled with a woe so tiny, Nayru was battling with a far greater fear and anxiety. He could only imagine how lonely it'd feel though. Traveling Elibe endlessly and knowing only a few people here or there. He smiled brightly, though still feeling a bit sheepish as he thought back on it.
"Ah..haha..well..The gargoyles were unpleasant but the memory after is not. Though I won't complain if we don't run into them again either way hehe. And ah..yes...I do believe that the Amelian Empire does not need to know about Arcadia, lest she try to conquer it. Heh."
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Dec 28, 2016 13:53:16 GMT -6
"Considering what I've watched Etruria turn into, I doubt you'd find many dragons who are fond of the faith. You may hear stories about what it was like to not be hunted down for being a heretic, to be able to just live and learn in a fairly peaceful country, but I've lived it. Maybe Etruria was always just a powder keg waiting to blow, but before Kraft's disease spread through the holy city, it was my second favorite place outside of Arcadia. Hardly even a shadow of its former self now, no matter how pretty it may look on the outside."
It was ironic really. That the faith of peace had become the religion of war. Was it a truth inherent to all religion, a flaw in Eliminism in particular, or simply proof of Kraft's twisted genius? Nayru wasn't sure what to make of it. She could make her guesses of course. But the truth, she suspected, would always be a matter of some contention. Nonetheless it was true that as a result she had looked at those of the faith with suspicion in recent years, never sure if they were a zealot or just a believer in the faith's positive aspects, or if they even understood the difference between the two. Many did not. They refused to see the collapse of their church, of what it had once stood for, into what it was becoming.
"You know though. It's funny. I've only fought gargoyles twice now... once in Sacae, at some old ruins called Salvation Point, and then the fight we had in Bern. Before Hargus's latest war they were a rarity, and now Bern suffers greatly for their existence. Could do without them on any level though. They're a pain in the ass to fight, between the toughness and the mobility." Nayru looked down at her right arm, stretching it a little. "I've been trying to work my element into my fighting style more, partially as a result of how ineffective simply punches were against those creatures, but... it's been slow going, and for the most part I've only really prioritized the direct offense."
Looking back up, she smiled at Remus, though it was less of a cutely adorable little grin and more something akin to a shark that just spotted a bare ass. "So hey, I guess between them and your antics tonight, I have all the reason I need to keep working on that. Might be useful in the future, and I can't let you be the only one getting stronger, right?"
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Post by Remus on Dec 28, 2016 14:22:56 GMT -6
Remus could only nod in agreement to her words. It was a sad truth. Etruria was a magnificent place. At-least, had been one. It had the potential to be that again but at the same time it didn't hold the current capacity under its current regime. Something he wanted more than any other thing in the world to change. Perhaps the only other thing he wanted to see changed was humanities perception towards things un-human. That Nayru, or Lafiel would be so horribly off to have the common populous know of their existence was truly nothing short of a crime. Remus seldom got angry, but he did feel angry towards such a notion.
"Well, I know we've spoken about it before but It really is one thing I want to change. Etruria used to be a prestigious place open to all and a home of enlightenment, learning, freedom, and education. Now I fear it is none of those truly even if it pretends to me. The misguidance has turned my home into a militant faith ruling a country of zealots...and it pains me to admit or accept that but true it is regardless. "
Ahhh the gargoyles. How horrible of an experience that had been. The priest tilted his head and examined Nayru while her poise and demeanor began to become a bit more towards what he always knew. It was funny that when speaking of fighting or monsters she seemed to find her comfort zone. Why was that? Ahh, who was he to attempt to decipher the mysteries of the wild Nayru.
"Yes I er...well had enough of those from the City of Heroes. Bern was an unwelcome addition really in that regard. Though I've not fought monsters as much as you it would seem ahah...since you mentioned the Baels and what not."
Nayru's grin brought spirit to his mood. She finally seemed like the old Nayru he knew from so long ago now. All almost one year of it. Just to see her smiling really was nice.
"Ahah..well..your still the most powerful person I know so I don't know if you need to get that much stronger haha...but who am I to stop you eh?"
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Dec 28, 2016 14:54:36 GMT -6
"Preaching to the choir, Remus," Nayru said in a laughing voice as he agreed with her. They weren't trying to one up each other or anything, she was just glad they could at least agree on that, but it didn't make the core subject any nicer to deal with. "You'll just have to introduce the all to the business end of an Amelia crusade; I'm sure she'll do a much better job of ruling fairly. Everyone will be oppressed equally, with three servings of dessert for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and no bedtimes for anyone!" Nayru wasn't really sure if it was funny or sad that she was pretty much absolutely certain Amelia would actually do that, but it definitely said something. Something that probably should never have been said.
Ah yes, the City of Heroes. She hadn't been there, probably for the best, but Nayru had heard enough about it to almost wish she had despite the risks... a lot of lives had been lost there. "Hopefully that was the last that Elibe sees of Hargus. His dark designs were a blight upon the world, leaving only sorrow and suffering in their wake." She'd never met Hargus of course, but by all accounts and her own judgement of his actions, he had been a truly deplorable man, throwing aside his very humanity for power and the need to rule all that he saw. She would not mourn him.
Though she could not entirely agree with Remus's comment. It wasn't about strength, or rather, that wasn't the whole thing. It WAS true that part of the motivation was the pursuit of strength for its own sake. But that wasn't all of it. "I'm strong, sure, but power is meaningless without a purpose... and I'm not strong enough to protect the people I need to... nor am I able to defend Elibe from everything. The Arum I fought in Bern was incredibly strong, more so than anything else I've ever seen; if he'd actually been trying to kill me, I might not have escaped. What if there are things worse than that out there, waiting to return to Elibe? What if the Dragon's Gate reopens and an army of angry dragons comes back through? What if there's something even worse out there in the Nether, more powerful than dragons or the Arum?"
Nayru shook her head, her smile somewhat wry. "Yeah, part of it is just that it's kinda new to me to not have to fear my own power so much that I can experiment with it for once. I admit it's easy to get carried away with that. But I still have a long way to go before I can say that I'm confident about all this stuff."
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Post by Remus on Dec 28, 2016 15:08:46 GMT -6
He chuckled to her choir comment. Ahh. Preaching. Choir. It was funny because he was a priest. Those were church things. Soul condemning funny puns aside, Remus was eager to see this home of dragons. If any of them were even remotely like Nayru, his life would be all the better for simply meeting them or even knowing that such beings existed. The priest nodded brightly with another laugh as she spoke of the mighty crusades that the holy Amelian empire would unleash. Oh how they would no doubt march on the armies of Elibe, led by Dragon-Hero-Horse and Owain. A genuine chuckle in throat and his heart warm with mirth as par for the conversation. Nayru was so remarkably good at that.
"Ahah..no doubt they would teach Elibe the true meaning of terror! Heh.."
Though the tone darkened at the mention of Hargus, Remus remained silent. Having been there, it was still an exceptionally uncomfortable experience. All the dead...all the wounds. Healing there had been horrific. He still recalled the medical unit's quarters very well. Blood staining every part of his body. The floor slick with it. Viscera and organs at times even from the more severe wounds. Damaged bone. The cracking when parts of the body were reset. Then there were the screams and groans. Nothing sent chills down his spine like recalling the literal sound of a dying man. Aside from perhaps the sobs of those who were at his side trying to encourage him to fight on, or to even trying to mend his wounds. City of Heroes hadn't just been a battle. It was people defending their homes.
His gaze had grown distant and it was only after a moment that Remus snapped too, shaking his head and focusing on Nayru once more. Remus rubbed the back of his neck quietly, chuckling before speaking up with a more confident tone as he tried to smile through the lingering horrors in his mind.
"Well...we can grow stronger together then! Because I won't let you advance alone and I know you won't give up on growing stronger having heard you say this. So I'll do my best to keep up so I don't slow you down! Hehe."
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Dec 31, 2016 7:36:53 GMT -6
"Hah hah... yeah, stronger." She still wasn't sure if that was the right idea. Nayru certainly hadn't forgotten the discussion they'd had just a few minutes ago by any means. But she was truly trying to believe in Remus in the same way he believed in her, and if that meant giving some ideas lip service until she convinced herself they were true, well then, she was an oral masteWOW that was not going places she wanted this line of thought to go. Point was, she was still more worried than she was letting on to Remus, but... the idea of having a friend there to help did sound nice, and above all Nayru knew that she couldn't give up entirely, not when Elibe needed so much help.
To be fair... Nayru didn't think she was the best choice for the job, either. But until someone smarter, stronger, and a whole heck of a lot more heroic than her showed up, she'd just have to hold down the fort as best she could. Then pass the buck to them when they showed up. Foolproof plan, right? Just gotta find a way to make Remus immortal so he could live on as the God-Emperor of Mankind for all eternity. Maybe give him some psychic powers, an army of superhuman warriors... the idea that SHE could step up to the plate never really even occurred to her. But at least it was a step up from pure self-recrimination and loathing. "...Sure, Remus. But for now, you should get some sleep. It's gonna be a long day... longer if you do stick with Lafiel... and you'll need all the rest you can get."
She smiled gently at the guy who had managed to worm his way into her heart much like Elly had before vanishing. How long would it be before Remus did, too? Humans only lived so long, and no matter how strong he was, it would only be a matter of time. "As for me... I've got some thinking to do."
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Post by Remus on Jan 1, 2017 16:40:21 GMT -6
The color was finally returning in full to his face. A flush to his cheeks and heat to his figure. Remus was smiling brightly while he beamed at Nayru. Moments ago he'd been on the brink of death, but now his body had but a faint thrum to it and a remarkably weary burn spreading through his limbs. That wouldn't stop him though, and he couldn't help but ponder Nayru's words through out the moments post barrier. His glowing expression towards her born of mirth that presently only she seemed to evoke. The priest quietly pondering while he gazed towards the laughing dragoness.
"Well I admit that I'm not sure just how strong I can get, ahah but I can certainly do my best! If I can grow, to the point where I can truly stand by you without always relying on you and instead assisting you directly...then I'll be most pleased!"
He even chuckled sheepishly after-wards, still rubbing the back of his neck while slowly tilting it to the sides as if to test it out. The stiffness was a sign at-lest that his body was functioning, if he could feel his aches and pains. If he couldn't but knew they existed that itself would be a true issue. The priest tapped his staff quietly before lifting it lightly as if to salute it towards Nayru.
Sure, Remus. But for now, you should get some sleep. It's gonna be a long day.
The priest chuckled quietly, bowing thematically as possible. As if saying farewell to a great lord or lady, arm swooping beneath his stomach an-oh heavens above my stomach and back feel like their about to rupture. I also think my muscles have just burst into flames but I can't be su- Ah. He'd maintain his composure as best he could though. He looked towards the dragon with a deceptively well placed smile, even if he couldn't hide the wince. Sheepishly laughing again the Priest rubbed the back of his neck further as he striaghtened.
"It would seem...I am going to need more rest than I thought! Ah, and yes. I will take your advice into mind with Lafiel. Who knows, maybe she'll get to Elibe and instantly be considered a savior! Heh...I'll do my best to be a proper host and who knows, maybe she and I will get along well! We have so far~ No matter what though Nayru..."
He paused, and smiled warmly to her before holding out a hand quietly. He knew she wasn't precisely one for lots of hugs and cheek kisses so he'd not intrude.
"Please stay safe. As safe as you can at-least. You have people looking forward to seeing you again, heh."
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Jan 3, 2017 13:09:01 GMT -6
It... pained her to a degree to see Remus's discomfort despite his attempts to hide it, but there was simply so little she could do about it that Nayru was forced to ignore it. It wasn't just that he was the healer and she was the muscle headed buffoon, though that wasn't entirely inaccurate either. But the real problem wasn't the physical damage. She couldn't heal his spirit. Nayru knew she could protect him, perhaps better than most, but she couldn't offer him the kind of tender human connection that someone less screwed up than her could offer. Was that why she wasn't as... violently opposed to Lafiel as she had been originally? She wasn't sure. It was hard to tell if she was just trying to be a good friend or actually help one or both of them. Nayru could only hope that it didn't end up horribly for both.
Whatever the case though, she would try her best to support him, even if it meant stepping aside for someone that could connect with him on a stronger level and offer the affection she could not. And in the meantime, Nayru was happy to just punch stuff that he needed help murderifying. Not that she was gonna tell him any of that of course, he'd probably start saying some crap 'bout how he didn't need any of that and just wanted to be friends, bla bla, but she'd be right and proper fucked if she didn't at least try to do right by him. And Lafiel, to a... much smaller degree, but honestly that was more for Remus's benefit as well. Still, didn't mean she couldn't at least do her best to give the stupid snake a better chance. Nayru knew better than most what living in a world seeking your death and that of your entire race was like - and the taguel didn't deserve that, not as she saw it.
"Stand by me..." Nayru couldn't help but smile ethereally, not quite capable of expressing herself in response but similarly unable to entirely quell that tide of emotion. It DID sound... nice. Something like what she had with Veigue. Was it the future, or just a pleasant daydream? Nayru didn't know, couldn't know just yet, but she wanted to believe nonetheless. She took Remus's hand in a firm grip, shaking it before retreating back into her shell as ever. "Well, I'll look forwards to it, Remus." More than you can ever know, blueberry. "For now though, you should check with Lafiel and see if she accidentally pulled the tent down on herself yet."
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Post by Remus on Jan 4, 2017 14:10:07 GMT -6
Remus looked forwards to it to. Though he'd already acknowledged mentally that she and himself had easily stood side by side on multiple occasions, it was the notion that really drove it home today. The idea. That wonderful idea. Him and her, as human and dragon fighting along-side eachother against a universal fiend. That was the catch to it. Human or dragon. Young or old. Strong or weak. What they hunted, would consume them all. No bias. No preference. Remus flashed a warm smile towards her before he lightly wrapped his staff to the ground and nodded towards her. He chuckled at her suggestion, nodding brightly while he tilted his head.
"Travel safely Nayru. Heh, because I know you always travel safely. Ah..yeah..I probably should check on her. I'll get to that!"
He turned around slowly, gazing back towards the tent. Lafiel was definitely an intriguing woman. er. Snake, woman. Lamia, they'd been called yes? He felt a kindred spirit vibe towards her because of strange similarities in their homes cultures. Knowledge was essential. Knowledge was also forbidden. Hidden by others. Though on the surface it was for difference reasons, it was the same boiled down to the core. So it was that the priest briefly dwelt upon it. By the time he'd roused from his thoughts and turned around, Nayru had vanished.
How...did she do that? ohgodshesbatman! She was surprisingly sneaky when she wanted to be. As opposed to loud bombastic crushing entrances.
The priest walked over towards the tent, slowly stepping over the exuding Lafiel tail that was trailing out of the tent so he didn't step on her or harm her. She was...taking up most of it. The priest had to lean over the curled up mass of snake like body to get a look at her while she slept but when he got a better look at her he tilted a head, smiling quietly. She looked like she was sleeping so peacefully. So nice was it, as a sight, he did not notice the hands extending around either side initially until he was abruptly latched in and iron-clad grip and pressed to the endowed torso of the slumbering pink haired lamia. At first, it was an endearing notion. She needed a hug while sleeping! Remus's thoughts on the event.
Oh I'll just check on Lafiel real qui-...annnnd I can't move.
Until she woke up, a few hours later...he was quite stuck in that embrace.
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