Normally This Is A "slow Day Since I Am In Office" Post, But I'm Not In Office Today!

Normally this is a "slow day since I am in office" post, but I'm not in office today!

Ready to write!

MUSE IS UNDER TRUTH SERUM FOR ONE HOUR. ASK ME ANYTHING. NOTHING IS OFF LIMITS AND EVERYTHING MUST BE ANSWERED. GO!

He raised a hand, smiling at her as he swore solemnly, "I, Kaleh'a Quickdraw, promise to not get injured due to an addle-brained idea of high risk and no reward." He lowered his hand, glancing around for a moment, and noticed the Grand Marshal was missing, along with a few other high ranking members, and he let out a thoughtful hum, walking around the awning area, looking for them, and finding just the normal staff. The wounded, at least those that could walk, were already leaving, returning to homes or beds to rest and recover, and the archer realized the Marshals must have gone to survey the aftermath of the skirmish.

Which gave him a terrible idea that he accidentally voiced aloud. "I wonder if we could see where the attack was, get an idea what happened..." He said it absently, and a passing Twin Adder stopped, looked at Kaleh'a, recognized him, and replied as if he had asked them specifically.

"I would check in Larkscall, east of the Sylphgate. I heard something happened by Castrum Dryadis." Before Kaleh'a was even finished turning towards them to thank the young soldier, they were off, carrying a bundle of blankets for the infirmary, and leaving the archer shifting his hat on his head.

"Well," he murmured, his tail flicking behind him, "I might go take a look."

He wasn't purposely excluding Cyra, but he also felt like she wouldn't want to go, turning towards her again with every intention to dismiss himself and head for the area described.

He was quick to reply, and though she knew the apology wasn't necessary, it was the appropriate response. It's what people expected. Anger was an emotion that made people uncomfortable, even if it may have been justified, and hers was a never-ending ocean of it. It was more than she wanted to share. Even a single mote of lava could cause irreparable damage were it to touch the flesh. Cyra wanted to avoid lashing out without reason. Kaleh'a, at the very least, didn't deserve to become the target.

So the rage had been tucked away. Forced behind a door that had already been bending at the hinges behind the pressure that laid just on the other side. Deep breaths helped quell the quivering fury as it pounded on that cage. Now was not the time or place.

"So long as your wounds are not a result of some addle-brained idea with high risk and no reward, I would consider yourself safe should you require my services as a White Mage." The smile that tugged at her lips was gentle, but it wasn't genuine. The humor was there, but it was saturated with emotion.

13th-dragon-prince

“Core.” There was an inherent ‘duh’ to the tone, his brows raised for a moment as he continued to shift his talons to the corpse. Before stilling as he realized his friend had a really, really good grip on him. Somehow. Pointed ears wiggled as he stuck his tongue out and gave another answer. “Aether, For Core.” He tapped his chest with the tip of his tail. “Eat, and not empty.” That tail then moved to point to his head and his expression turned to a wide toothed grin. “Make Better.”

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Featherflame gave the little dragon a look, particularly at those wiggling claws, that said "I don't answer to you", before moseying on over to the tree that had halted Whillow's roll and started to eat its leaves. She had just run at a sprint, a little treat was deserved.

Bryn, meanwhile, held him still, close, almost like he was refusing to let him go, the hand under his back drumming finger against his side as he tried to follow the little dragon's words.

In all honesty, Bryn wasn't sure what he expected the answer to be, but it wasn't just Core. That explained about as much as mud cleared water. Perhaps the dragons brain was a little scrambled still... He shifted him in his arms, making sure he was still comfortable, as he grunted in lack of understanding, giving him a moment to speak again and pleased he had.

Those wiggling ears, the tongue, it all lent to the proof that Whill was feeling better, and his answer this time was a bit more coherent, lending a little more understanding to Bryn, who hummed thoughtfully and gently tilted Whillow so he could set him down in a standing position. So it's fuel. Like meat? He thought about it for a moment more, lowering the gecko until those clawed feet were firmly against the ground, and he asked quizzically, "Aether...so you eat...aether rather than meat? And the aether concentrates in the heart?"

He stopped, and then lifted a hand, tapping his chest. "Is it the same for me? And you?" The same hand tapped Whillow's chest, right between the ribs, or where they would be on a Hyur, his mind racing, as he murmured, "I never knew that..."

The mention of healing was enough for Bryn though, he was more than willing to let the little dragon have his meal if it meant he would feel better.

Interesting morning here on Tumblr.

Seen warnings about it, but now can say I have seen it personally.

Anonymous ask asking to help "deplatform" someone I have never interacted with. Seems like Tumblr's report is broken though, so most I could do was block.

Stay safe out there everyone.

warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning. (for Thancred)

Thancred:

"Oh, hello."

An eyebrow cocked, turning slightly, his eyes amused as he glanced at the attacker behind him from the corner of his eye, a smile on his lips as he slightly tilted his head and smoothly said, "You know, if you wanted to get my attention, there are other ways besides holding me at knife point. But I mean...I can get behind it."