|
Post by Mila on Aug 19, 2018 12:49:11 GMT -6
What does that make me? Huh. She never really thought about herself in that sense. She just did her magic because it was what she was taught to do. What she knew she had to do. And as she grew, her magic, or at least her capabilities to wield it, grew with it.
"I mean. I know i'm human. I know there are limits to my mortality. All my feats of magic.. that.. was done because of practice. Sacrifice. Sometimes.. my own magic hurts me in some way." Her current state is a prime example.
"A.. god.. half or otherwise... I don't think they would feel the sting of magic so much. Even through the eight heroes are heroes by humanity's knowledge.. they still fought a war. They had victories, defeats, failures, and hopes. People rallied around them.. people rallied against them. I think.. it's because of that.. I can consider that human." She stopped talking for a moment. Her words were not quite so caught up to her thoughts.
"Though.. now that I think on it more. The.. same could be said for those on the opposite end of the Scouring." History is written by the victors. The survivors are either assimilated or snuffed out. She was quiet for a bit. Her head felt like it was stuck in a whirlpool. She grew a slight shade paler too as her mind tried to process everything. She didn't know how this turned into a semi-philosophical debate for what could be considered human. But, now that Nayru revealed herself, the sage, did very literally go white. Here they were talking about the Eight Heroes, Humanity's champions, and the destroyers of Nayru's people.
"A..dra.." She leaned her back to the wall. Sure, she was glad she guessed it correctly. But, she wasn't prepared for either of those two answers being yes. Or correct. Mila wasn't used to that. Oh, but that didn't stop her body reacting appropriately to the situation. She had a hard sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, as if she'd swallow a large metal ball.
"I-I-I..." She stammered then swallowed the bile in her throat.
"I.. was not.. expecting.. to be right."
|
|
|
Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Oct 2, 2018 23:34:25 GMT -6
Hehe. Despite the situation, Nayru couldn't help but feel a bit of kindred bemusement at Mila's griping about magic. Unleashing her breath anywhere near full power in human form had made her quite familiar with how painful utilizing magic anywhere near its full potential would be. Endless magical energy sounded good and all until you realized all that phenomenal cosmic power had to get filtered through very finite and fallable human flesh and blood.
The sage's thoughts on the humanity of those of the Scouring was interesting as well for the very reasons she noted in its wake. What did, truly, make someone human? Richter had had very defined notions. Kenshin did as well, though in very different directions. Remus in his own way felt strongly about the subject. Nayru used to think she knew pretty well too, but meeting so many people and having her beliefs challenged so many times had left her somewhat uncertain of the matter herself. Certainly dragons and humans were of different species, with varied rates of aging and abilities. There were real, irreconcilable differences that created an almost impassible divide in some regards.
But - that 'thing' that each side claimed to be wholly in possession of, commonly termed 'humanity' today, though dragons had a few words of their own for it. The capacity for rational thought, for emotion and reason, to love and to hate; perhaps greatest of all a willingness to die or kill in service of others. Whatever you wanted to call it, whether you thought humans or dragons were its greatest champions, it was something both races, along with the Taguel, all possessed. Was that all that it was to be human?
It wasn't a very satisfying answer, and Nayru didn't really know if it was the right one. But the similarities in what each case considered that quality had long since entranced her, bound by chains tighter and yet lighter than she could have ever known. Her friendship with Veigue was real, she thought. With Remus. With Aeos. With Gar. With Shara. With all the people... mostly human, lately, but not all, that she had grown to care for without realizing it.
Well, not that Mila was too focused on that particular train of thought, at least going by her ghastly white demeanor and looking sort of like she'd just swallowed a frog. Or a spider. Then again... Nayru didn't really now what the right way to react to that kind of revelation was, so it wasn't like she was judging, really.
Though... note to self, dance around the subject a little bit more before going, uh, all the way in. She had been lulled a bit of the way into a false sense of security by Gar's reaction, given that he already knew a dragon. Mila, uh, obviously... did not know a great many other dragons. That she knew of. Hm. "...Honestly, I kinda just assumed you knew after the transformation," was the first thing that came out of the self-proclaimed dragon's mouth, regretted almost immediately as her brain caught up to her mouth. Oh yeah that's a great way to come off as either judgmental or bitchy, definitely a good first step towards tip top inter species relations! "Sorry, uh - sorry," she managed a moment later, bringing one arm up to rub the back of her head. Well, at least now they both felt like idiots. If that was an improvement? "But... yeah. There are a few left."
|
|
|
Post by Mila on Oct 13, 2018 9:28:12 GMT -6
Mila leaned her head back and just let the emotions take over. She kept her eyes closed until the swirling mass of thoughts slowed down to a point where she was able to make a cohesive sentence. Here she was chatting with an ancient mythical beast as if it were nothing. She knew wise men in myth who have died just for the chance of this sort of encounter. Then her mind jumped to every sort of dragon myth she knew. Which mostly involved hording treasure or women. creatures that horde objects that were, things that represented something else aside from the thing that they were. THere was a word for this term but her mind was in no place to try and think about what it was. Then what little knowledge she knew of the Scouring started to come into the massive swirl of head thoughts. And then the guilt. The entirety of humanity was built upon the ashes of their world. The eight heroes killed them. Right? Well clearly not. And.. may hold a grudge.. and.. she should probably try to say something before Nayru declared her dead. She still kept her head back but opened her eyes and focused on the ceiling above her.
"Now I sort of wish Demi-Taguel-God was the right answer." She let out a large sigh. She pulled herself back into a sort of normal sitting position.
"My head might have been more accepting of that." She rubbed her temples.
"Not that I don't accept the answer. Your standing right in front of me.. and the island.. stuff. I just.." She sort of wanted to kick herself right now. Or jump off the face of the earth until things stop being awkward. Just.. how?
"I'm usually wrong a few hundred times before getting close to right.. Hoo.." Deep breath.
"Left? I... of course. That makes sense.." She bit her lip a bit.
"Does.. that make you a survivor or the war?"
|
|
|
Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Oct 14, 2018 5:55:39 GMT -6
"A survivor..."
...Was that what she was? Perhaps not the question Mila had meant, but the one Nayru had heard. She had spent so long running, trying to learn how to live, trying to survive; fleeing her past, her fears, her failures. Too scared to take responsibility for her actions, much less the third option, the one she had eyed, considered, but too desperate to survive to let that desire slip long enough to end herself.
Sometimes she forgot how different varied groups could see things. Nayru had never been in a war. She had never fought alongside or against mighty armies. She had never met the Scouring Heroes, witnessed the might of the legendary weapons at their peak, when they sundered the sky and rent the earth. She had lived more like a rat than a hero. But she had heard stories of the Scouring. Too many Arcadian dragons, even if they did not hate humanity, still bore the scars of the past. Some carried them on their spirits. Some carried them on their bodies. Many did both. Compared to them, she wasn't anything as fancy as a survivor - just a rat in a cage on a sinking ship.
"...No," Nayru managed quietly after a few moments, shaking her head. "The Scouring was before my time, but I have witnessed so many of the scars it left..." She laughed, dry, quiet, without much in the wise of humor. "You could say that we are all its survivors, I suppose. To live in a world that was once like Vinland and far more besides... I wish that I had been able to see it. So many ruins, so many stories long forgotten, writ in shattered stone and bleached bone."
Would the Arum be the ocean's tide, come to wipe away their silly sand castles and petty mortal empires, as the sands of Nabata had wiped away all trace of the mighty kingdoms and empires that had once flourished there? Were they children playing on an endless beach, their creations destined to crumble and wash away?
|
|
|
Post by Mila on Oct 31, 2018 20:22:28 GMT -6
"Oh." Mila's expression was mild. No, wasn't the answer she was expecting. But, Nayru was right, everyone that was here now was technically a survivor of the Scouring. Descendants of those who lived beyond the war. She thought on her words for a moment. Specificall on the bit of Elibe being like Vinland. She dobuted that Nayru meant the world was physically like Vinland. Vinland was an island surrounded by water, with a tropical jungle. Something that wasn't on Elibe. Something.. that.. is Vinland.. exclusive.. Well it was hot.. and humid... and full of Taguel.. and monsters.. and.. air.. She paused for a moment.
"The air.." She spoke softly. Not sure if Nayru could hear her little bits of muttering.
"I remember feeling something.. different with the air in Vinland. I thought.. it first just.. how one feels when they are in the jungle. The air, the trees, the humidity.. it all felt so.. so pure. After.. the fight with the Bael.. I remember.. recovering.. quicker then usual. I dismissed it as jungle vibes.. but now that I look back at it. The air.. may have been more magically charge." She'd have to look back in her notes about Vinland later.
"We can glimpse at the past by looking at what remains." She remembered a quote from somewhere. Not sure if it was a book or from a person. She looked as if she was about to add more to that. But stopped talking. She had a whole slew of other questions that seemed to have escaped her. So she just sat there in silence as her brain continued to try and process this whole thing.
"I.. right...so.. awkward question number two. Uh.. do you hate people? I mean.. humans.. won. And.. I'm sorry." She looked pretty sorry. She knew war had no real winners. And humans kinda.. genocided a whole species of sapient, intelligent, long lived creatures, for the sake of what? Glory? Expansion? Pride?
|
|
|
Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Nov 3, 2018 9:46:12 GMT -6
Nayru couldn't help but smile, albeit wryly, at Mila's description of the air in Vinland. It spoke well of Mila that the mage had even noticed it at all - humans were far less sensitive to the elements than dragons - but the wording was intriguing. Pure. Was it? Usually purity referred to the absence of contaminants - arguably even magic in this case - and yet the magus's words bore a strangely powerful truth to them. Perhaps that magical 'contamination' was indeed the true definition of purity in Elibe, and what they lived in now was... overly strained?
Definitions. What it was would not change by what they called it. But she did have to admit that she liked the way Mila had worded it nonetheless. "The air there... thrums with magic. Raw. Untamed. It's like comparing the thin air at the top of a mountain to sea level. At least for me. It was the first time in... centuries... that I truly felt as thought I could breathe." Her head fell, gazing down at the floor as she tried to put her thoughts into words; in some ways only finally able to articulate what she had felt while on the island. "The world was once more like that... perhaps even more intense, I know not, before the war, and the Weapons, robbed Elibe of its bounty."
She chuckled, dryly at first then added to by a second peal that was almost girlishly gleeful. "I grew up on stories of what it was like. I didn't think there could be that much of a difference. Air is air, right? I forgot what breathing magic was like. But Vinland was... something else. I didn't feel any stronger, but... happier. It was kinda nostalgic."
Looking back up at the mage in the wake of the woman's apology, Nayru had no plans of letting her own silly mood wane nor visiting unnecessary recriminations on Mila regardless. "If I hated your kind, would I have fought to protect you back there? The Scouring grew into a... big ball of hate. A lot of innocent people died for nothing. Human and dragon. But we'll never get past it by living entirely in the past. I've..."
Her mood doomed again, and she looked away. Not a happy memory. But an important one nonetheless. "I've seen what happens to... those consumed by a hatred that has festered for a thousand years." Aerious. Wise. Hateful. She wanted to hate him, but couldn't; there had been too much tarnished nobility to him, too much all too real anguish at the loss of his daughter. She hadn't agreed with him, or his solution. She might have to fight him some day to protect others - humans - from her own race. An ugly morass of duality, possessed both of qualities she still struggled to emulate and pitfalls to avoid.
...She hoped he had finally found happiness by now. But history suggested he had not. She tried to smile more genuinely this time, looking back at Mila. "So don't apologize. You have nothing more to do with what your ancestors might have done than I do with some dragon who died centuries before I was born. The past is set - but the future isn't."
|
|
|
Post by Mila on Nov 9, 2018 16:13:49 GMT -6
"The world was once so magically charged like Vinland." She thought on that for a moment. She thought on how horribly devastating and utterly fantastic a world like that could have been. But, then her mind started to put two and two together and realized that the Scouring was what put an end to such power. .. and it's aftermath.
"No. I suppose not. You Could have just let me get squashed or something back there." She shuddered for a moment at that thought. She avoided death by being squashed once. She would have hated to see the smug face of the grim reaper after a successful second attempt.
"Mmh.. you've a point. Still, I felt like it's still something I apologize for. And.. I should also say thank you. If I haven't already said it before." She tilted her head a bit and took a moment to examine Nayru a little more. She will admit she hadn't seen clothes like that in a while. A sort of sari looking thing, if sari was the right word for it. She was not exactly the most knowledgeable when it came to clothes and fashion.
"The future. I wonder what it will say of us. If history will ever learn of what happened on that island or of this conversation. Or of the war that rages beyond the horizon. I might be stuck thinking about that for the rest of the day. I wanna take a shot in the dark and say your.. Nabatan? The clothes kinda.. say.. made for hot weather."
|
|
|
Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Nov 16, 2018 13:30:04 GMT -6
"Perhaps more so. Supposedly. Tales of your kind performing vastly superhuman feats. Battles and wars that put those of today to shame. An age of heroes... perhaps gods, if you trust the tales. Certainly the tales of the fallen empires of Nabata would be interesting to verify... once upon a time it was said to be a rich green tapestry of life, until grand-scale terraforming gone awry, or punishment from the gods, or both turned it into the barren wasteland it is today."
Nayru couldn't help but smile, an almost innocent, girlish look as she lost herself to the possibilities. Much of it was probably bullshit. She didn't think there had been any gods. If anything, what had happened to Nabata was probably just climate change, or at most, the aftermath of a massive ritual gone wrong. But the possibilities were there. Tantalizing. Endless. Whispers of a world long gone, of kingdoms and empires that had faded into history so long ago that even dragons didn't remember them. If the world lasted another thousand years, or five, would history remember them? Would the great holy country of Etruria be forgotten same as all the other failed kingdoms of the past? Or would there be little more than relics of a continent-spanning holy empire that had been lost to time?
"So much of Elibe's history has been lost to time... from taguel, to much about the dragons, to even much about the Scouring Heroes. We hardly even know where most of them disappeared off to after the great war. In another thousand years, perhaps they will be as inconsequential as we may be. In my life I have seen... a great many people... men, and children, with dreams of greatness. Crushed by reality. Or their own weakness. Or simply by time. Bakers who died centuries ago that no man alive remembers. Farmers, dancers, warriors. Some left legacies. Most didn't. It's... sobering to think that you and I may end up that way. Dead in some forgotten ruin. Drowned at sea. Trapped in the Nether. Consumed by the wilderness of Vinland. An ignominious ending; a journey ended early. But that is the nature of life. We can but live - until we do not."
Nayru privately hoped that sounded as deep to Mila as it had in her head. It didn't really work as well verbally. "But... yes. I do not hide my Nabatan heritage. The skin, the clothing... I suppose it's mostly just habit at this point. I've traveled long enough that I've probably spent more time in Sacae than Nabata at this point. But there is a sort of strength in identity that is hard to leave behind entirely."
|
|
|
Post by Mila on Nov 27, 2018 18:54:17 GMT -6
Mila winced slightly at Nayru's description of history. Specifically the part about being dead in a ruin somewhere. And while she knew there was no way Nayru could have known about her near death experience with ruins. Yeah out of all the possible 'life over' scenarios Mila found the whole being buried alive to be the worst one. While, drowning, being swallowed by Nether, or death by nature, to be a solid second, third, and fourth choice. Ironic since the whole drowning out at sea thing could be a very real possibility considering their current placement in time.
"Yeah. I kinda know the feeling, but in reverse. I wish I could be more open about my Eturian heritage. But, ya know.. a huge war where they think they are better then everyone else.. kinda puts a damper on that." Also Isla de Cyclops. She scratched her cheek slightly at that comment. Though nothing about her screamed 'here be Etruian', she still wished she could say it. Though she did notice a shift in linguistics between Lycia and Eturia when it came to written books. Though there were things that were strictly Eturian that she really missed. She missed the architecture of Elimine's holy cathedrals. She missed the whitefish stew that the coastal areas provided.
"I'm gonna hop off the meta physics wagon for a moment and ask a more obvious question." Her head had enough of thinking about the implications of actions through out history. She braced herself for this one.
"So, how do you do, your transformation thing? I assume it's something that can happen on command. Is a manner that is similar to a caster using his or her magic? Or if you have to wait for a bolt of lightning to strike you?" Wait... did that last one happen? Her mind paused for a moment. She closed her eyes and gave herself a minute to recompose herself. She had to remember what was about to transpire here. She was going to learn something pretty damn awesome about magic and body morphing from a dragon. And she needed to pay attention to that, so she could write it down later, and probably obsess over the details of how it worked. Probably run her ragged crunching numbers in a vain attempt to figure out how dragon magic fits in to regular magic and how that in turn fits into the currently defined physics of the world. The frustration and fascination of it all might exhaust her so much that she could actually sleep! Glorious Sleep!
|
|
|
Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Nov 29, 2018 18:35:38 GMT -6
"Heritage..." It was an interesting subject, one that had always intrigued her. Perhaps all the more because - she had none. Nayru had never known her parents. She didn't know if they had loved her or not. She didn't know if they had died in the Scouring, to random bandits, to the heat of the desert. She didn't have a long and storied lineage - but neither was she born of madness and hatred, at least as far as she knew. Neither a positive nor negative force on her development or how others perceived her. All she had was Erim, and her borrowed surname.
And yet the baggage that came with being a dragon - to be hunted down across much of Elibe - that was its own heritage, in a backwards sort of way. Not for who she was, or who her family were, or even her friends, but the simple nature of being born something... more or less than human, depending on who you asked. Aerious would have said more. He truly believed in their supremacy. Etrurians would by and large say less; mindless beasts destined only for extermination. Nayru wasn't really sure which she believed, if either. Different, yes. Individually superior perhaps, but... lesser at cooperation? Lost the Scouring? Did that make them worse? Temporarily embarrassed millionaires after millennia of ruling the world? The philosophy got so muddled, so quickly, that she didn't like to think about it, instead preferring to focus on the here and now, on what she could do with her power to aid others.
Transformation, though. Not an unfair question. In honesty, not one Nayru was... stellarly equipped to explain, however; she was not exactly a normal dragon, nor a very good one by most standards. There was also the concern of revealing all of dragonkind's secrets to what could potentially become a hostile or antagonistic human in time. But she wasn't much of a liar, and besides, Nayru didn't think that the two races were going to heal those ancient wounds if they kept distrusting each other forever.
...Which didn't mean she was going to dump ALL of her knowledge, of course. Some things should remain hidden. But she could at least answer Mila's question to some degree.
"Human and dragon form are but... different reflections dancing within the same mirror; two sides of the same coin, if you prefer that in normal people talk." She grinned playfully, kinda ruining the sing-song poetry she had started out with but continuing good naturedly. "Much as this body is a construct born of the soul, so is that form, and both are malleable to a degree. It is entirely an internal affair that does not rely on outside interference, but in that form I... cannot restrain my power nearly as much, causing weather fluctuations." And sometimes giant f**k**g storms covering a good chunk of southern Bern but in fairness that one hadn't been ENTIRELY her fault, stupid chimera.
|
|
|
Post by Mila on Nov 30, 2018 17:52:42 GMT -6
Now that was an answer Mila was not an expecting. While she appreciated the poetic gesture, there were some things in Nayru's answer that did not add up. The soul, as far as she knew was a sort of incorporeal, internal, moral compass. Something that all humans.. no.. she needed to change that definition now. A soul was something all People had. Something inside them that guided them in all their actions be they right, wrong, or neutral. And now, Nayru was standing there stating that her very body was a construct of the soul. Not something that was biologically developed by the union of two parents. Not something or someone whom was pushed out of their mother's body and brought into the world. If Nayru had said she had crawled out of an egg like a lizard or a bird, then maybe she would have found that answer more logical.
If Nayru's claim was true then it meant that the soul of a person was something far more powerful than any magic on Elibe. Probably a power that was stronger then anything on this planet. Either that or Nayru was bulls*itting. Which now that she started to think on it, that was a highly logical conclusion. They did just meet each other on the island. And while Mila was quick to trust Nayru, she doubted Nayru was quick to trust her. The whole, kinda being part of what was believed to be an extinct race thing... yeah.. Nayru had a whole reason not to be too trusting of human beings. Okay so that second option was starting to look a lot more realistic.
Mila got up from her chair. She wobbled a bit but managed to regain her footing.
"I'll be honest. I don't believe it." She took a step forward.
"But, I'm a researcher at heart. So, allow me to preform simple test. Can you hold out your hand for a second?"
|
|
|
Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Nov 30, 2018 19:28:44 GMT -6
"Oh you're right, I'm sorry, I forgot which of us was the expect on dragon physiology."
Even as she crossed her arms, uh, crossly, Nayru's conscious mind could already assess the reasons behind her response. The injured pride; as her time with Remus on Vinland and the results of that barrier punch had shown, she was far from innocent in the pride of her race, much as she wanted to believe otherwise. She had opened up a degree to a human, expecting it to go as well as the last few times - with Veigue, with Remus, even with Gar ironically enough - and almost forgotten that oh hey you still live in a world where 99% of people don't have an issue with eradicating your entire race. And while she hadn't necessarily gone into extreme detail on the subject to Mila, she had at least answered honestly if a little vaguely; Nayru hated to be wrong, but she hated to be told she was wrong far more.
But what the mind knew, the heart was not required to care about, and the almost petulant frustration that had wrested control of her lips momentarily was still there. Still strong, its head risen high and its shoulders squared. Here is a wrong, it seemed to say; a grudge that must be put right. A fundamental truth, a flaw born of pride - self aware but also self-perpetuating. Mere logic could not defeat it, something born of the ugly reality of her emotions, the age old issue that had never been truly and completely fixed, not in the plains of Sacae and not against the chimera in Bern.
That didn't mean it controlled her. She had that freedom now, a hard won victory, and one that as pathetic as it might be, Nayru was more proud of - grateful for - than any of her 'real' fights. But neither did she control it. They... coexisted. And that meant that... sometimes, she felt like a warrior with two masters, or a woman with two hearts. A clash of mind and emotion that neither could truly win. And so she had to be the middle ground.
"...That depends a lot on what you want to do with my hand, Mila," she ground out after a few moments, more thanslightly suspicious. Ever since Mana had used that stupid overgrown butter knife and nearly lopped off her hand with a sneak attack after SHE HAD SAVED THE SACAEN HARLOT'S GOD DAMN LIFE, she was a little more... cautious about offering free bloodshed to people who seemed liable to jam a knife or sword in there just to see if she actually did bleed red. Nayru had seen her own blood more than enough times to answer that question with words, not deeds.
|
|
|
Post by Mila on Nov 30, 2018 20:23:58 GMT -6
"Are you really an expert?" She raised her eyebrow slightly. The sage didn't mean to come off prude, but it appeared that Nayru seemed to take it that way.
"I mean, i'm human. But, i'm not an expert on humans." She shrugged. Seriously, she was not an expert on humans. She'd been studying all sorts of anatomy books in order to get a better grasp on her healing magic. But, that didn't give her any insight on how memories are formed, stored, and expunged. She barely understood how sleep worked. How the brain and body devote a good eight hours of the day being inert. The books didn't give her any insight on to what triggers things like allergies or how colds are formed. The medical books gave her some great remedies but no real answers to things that made humans.. be human.
"I just want to hold your hand." Mila explained. This simple gesture would be enough for her to gather what information she needed. She wanted to touch Nayru and determine something obvious. And then steadily explain her reasoning to the supposed soul made magic dragon. I live in a world where I can bend the elements to my will, and yet..
Mila held up her hands, to show that they were bare. She even pulled her sleeves up towards her shoulders to reveal more bare arm.
"Nothing up my sleeves. And nothing on my.." She took a glance at her semi-clammy hands. She then quickly rubbed her hands on her pants to wipe away any sweat or oils.
"Nothing on my relatively clean hands."
|
|
|
Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Dec 1, 2018 0:21:16 GMT -6
The funny thing was that she WAS an expert on dragon physiology - in fact, that was probably the one thing Nayru could genuinely say that she understood better than any dragon alive. Not due to any sort of special powers or genius on her part - simply that she had been forced to develop a great deal more than one that had been born right, in the process seeing her form warp and shift. She remembered the fragile shell of flesh and blood she had worn for centuries; hair of alabaster and skin like porcelain, whose brittle magical reinforcement could be broken to the point it must be reforged, whose perfect appearance was a sort of idealized version of herself, ironically more flawed within than her natural form ever had been.
...Bustier, too. She kinda missed that part.
She wasn't sure what she had expected exactly, though, and Mila didn't seem eager to explain what she didn't believe. She hadn't gotten THAT poetic with her explanation, Nayru didn't think, though she had taken some minor liberties in wording to best convey what she meant. Was the misunderstanding in her words, or Mila's perceptions? And had she... greatly misjudged the mage as well? The mage had seemed fairly open minded, and in her desire to push closer to her dream, Nayru had decided to try to open up a little, something she was now regretting. Maybe it was just that she had seen so much weird crap by now that weirdness itself didn't bother her anymore; born in Arcadia, bled by Arum, beaten on Vinland. Well... beaten in chest size and Remus attention anyways. Stupid sexy snake slut.
"Fine," she mumbled, feeling somehow defeated in even entertaining this... notion that she was lying or didn't understand how her own god damn species worked as well as some random human. Looking about as happy as Kraft hearing the Sacaen invasion had failed and half as willing to forget about this, the dragon proffered her left hand towards the mage, scowling a little as she tried to reign in her hurt feelings and did a mediocre job thereof. "But I swear to Gaea if you set me on fire or cut anything I'm going to throw you through the damn wall."
Maybe Gar would even believe her if she said it looked like that when she got there! ...Probably not. Maybe she could jump out too and swim to shore. After tossing an unconscious Mila back on deck. She wasn't a monster, obviously she wouldn't leave her to drown. Just a little percussive maintenance on a malfunctioning mind.
|
|
|
Post by Mila on Dec 1, 2018 19:37:01 GMT -6
Why would I even use fire magic on a ship made of wood? Mila thought to herself then instantly dismissed the thought. She took a deep breath and relaxed. She needed keep her mind clear in order to do this.
"Sorry if my fingers are cold." Nayru extended out her hand and Mila quietly held it for a moment. She observed it in a bit of a curious manner. Mila put two fingers over Nayru's wrist, she made a quick mental note of her pulse. She trailed her own fingers over Nayru's palms then over her fingers.
"And were done." She nodded for a bit. She took a moment to grab her canteen and took a long sip of water, swallowing, and returned to her chair. She took a moment to gather her thoughts. She wanted to express herself clearly and calmly.
"What I just saw.. What I just felt.. it couldn't be a mere 'construct'. You have a pulse. Which means you have a heart beat. You have blood in your veins. That blood in turn keeps the flesh and bone in your body healthy. There are tendons and nerves in your hand that allow you to move it. Your hand casts a shadow on the ground when held up to the light. You breathe. Eat, drink, sleep, and I presume remove the body's waste in the typical fashion." She shook her head.
"I do not believe you to be a mere construct of the soul made flesh. That makes you sound like you came from some mad man's basement laboratory. Or you merely poofed into this world's existence because of the will and whim of a something intangible. I believe you were born from someone. Someone had to have raised you. Taught you how to speak, read, write. You didn't just.. come from nowhere." She paused for another moment.
"I will believe whatever sort of thing that makes you 'malleable' between forms is something very powerful. Strong enough to break the laws of physics. And honestly.. that physics breaking ability.. might be the reason why that other form is so much harder to control. It's chaotic. If it is regular magic.. it must be something stronger then what any mage can create." She stopped talking for a moment. Entropy.
"I can understand why you don't want to explain. I was a stranger to you only up until a few days ago. You have a right to protect you and your kin by omission."
|
|