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finalflight2023-06-26 11:54 am
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[She has her arms crossed against her chest as she rolls her bare shoulders.]
An innocuous name for my fiercest friend. Are dragons of particular significance here?
[Lucinda kind of interprets the tone of his question as bafflement but she waits for him to reply before making any other assumptions.]
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He's a hunter, but he's not that kind of hunter. Not the suicidal kind. Even with his abilities, he isn't sure if he'd be able to command something so big, and even if he could, the focus that would take—
The pause is poignant, deciding on how to answer. He supposes he'll just say what he recalls and leave it vague.]
Great and powerful creatures, seen maybe once in a lifetime if a man’s lucky. I’ve never set my eyes on one, only from the plates in books. I hear tell they make it a point to live in places where mankind cannot reach them.
[Honestly? Mood though.]
So it makes me wonder how you ended up with the spirit of one etched on your back.
[A strange-looking one, but confirmed to be one all the same. Maybe they’re not so rare in her world?]
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[Lucinda starts to slip her arms back into her sleeves and soon Fang is hidden from view once again.]
Dragons exist... Have existed? Well, their state of existence is in question but I believe Fang makes a good case for their status. There are other creatures that exist hidden away from the mundane or in pockets that cannot be reached.
[like weird lake lizards or something]
All three of my friends... Well, I encountered them when I was young. They were drawn to me for one reason or another.
[Her plight. Her misery. And granting them kindness despite her having little shown to her in the waking world. It's a long story.]
It's been a long while... But I think they were the first things that ever became angry on my behalf. They scared other ghosts away from my body and continue to do so.
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So they felt sorry for you.
[Which is a less graceful way of phrasing it the same as she did: angry on her behalf. But something in his brow pinches, just faintly, as he watches her slip her arms back into her shirt. Should he look away again? Well. Unless told otherwise he won’t.]
Strange things are often drawn to those in need.
[Or bleeding out underground, on the edge of death. Same difference.]
Those desperate. Still, a dragon… That would make you a dangerous woman.
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[She laughs it off.]
And he's a spirit of a dragon mind you. But same difference. Maybe.
[Fang was extremely dangerous. There aren't many people in the supernatural world that have a hard counter to such an intangible body that creates such damage to the body and/or mind.
But Weir doesn't have to know that.
Fully covered, she turns to look at the man again, clapping her hands together decisively.]
Show's over! I think I'll get ready to sleep. Early to bed, early to rise as they say!
[Except, as Weir has already experienced, she's basically dead, and waking her up is annoying.]
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He'll have to think about this newfound information, what to do with it. What he should do with her. Is this going to be more trouble than it's worth? What is it worth at all?]
...I'll clean up here, then. Go on and retire.
[He's already making his way around her after pushing his chair in.]
We'll see exactly how early you manage to rise. Don't make me drag you out of bed in the morning.
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Besides, he got an eyeful of her back already, she can give it a rest.]
Good night. And sweet dreams.