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La la la this will suck can't think.
"All right, that's it, you're asking for it, buster!" And regardless of whether or not she realizes that she's being baited, she lunges for Mo`re's throat.
". . . I hope they don't end up fighting." He hasn't seen Gen that calm in such a. . . situation, before.
Alexandra chuckles. "Not likely, though that's probably the first time he's touched a woman in a while."
Whether or not Stanos hears Alexandra's last remark is negotiable. As soon as he senses that Gen's regained her own balance, he lets go, perhaps with a little too much haste. Then he takes two steps back and bows, stiffly, shoulders tense. "My apologies."
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Why thank you.
"Whatever makes you think that, Kit-luvluv? And don't frown like that, might give you wrinkles. Crow's feet wouldn't look good on you, you know."
Let it be said that fear is a good thing, for without it, people would do remarkably stupid things to shorten their life. However, in Mo`re's case, it's pretty much a moot point.
//so when go to new place?//
"I'd say as soon as Stanos and Gen fix their... current situation.
Delicately put, for all that the mage wanted to just bite into the offending hand. It only takes a small shift on her part for Gen to maintain her own balance. She looks down at the remaining extremity again before glancing up at Stanos.
"...You're still weighing it. I can tell you already it's somewhere around five to six* pounds, if you're that curious."
*(Truth, maybe bigger...)
If this were an anime series, you might well see a pulsing vein on her forehead and her aura explode into flames. But since this isn't an anime seres, Kitsuki simply glowers magnificently, somehow managing to give the impression that her aura is indeed on fire. "Are you implying something, Mo`re?"
"You're welcome." Kaligo delicately ignores the heat waves radiating from Kitsuki's general area. "What's a boy scout?"
Alexandra is slightly more knowledgeable, having been living with humans for quite some time now. "Don't worry about it."
Dragons have never had the same perception humans have had on touching. Some of these morals, mannerisms, and mores are beginning to be absorbed, but not among the rather isolated Named. But Stanos has lived outside the clanhold for a long time now, and he's not quite so thick as to not figure out that Gen does not appreciate being touched there. Well, he couldn't help it; that was just the way she fell. Nonetheless, his first reaction is to let go as quickly as possible and apologize, except that he can't quite do so because she's holding into his forearms, and if he lets go now, she'll probably fall again.
"You fell," he tries to explain. "I had to catch you."
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Embarrass Stanos? Sure, why not...
"Why no. No one said anything about foxes, Kitsuki dear. Are you sure your hearing isn't going out, you're not exactly a spring chick... kit, anymore."
And here Mo`re effectively tattoes "hit me" somewhere on his person. Not that he's too concerned, and a cheap laugh should be enjoyed to the fullest.
//see? even Alex want hear Kaligo sing. Kaligo should sing for friends when get chance. least, Winter hope will sing.//
Winter doesn't get a chance to say any more as he's cut off by a low moan from the vicinity of Kaligo's hands. The sound heralds Asmindr's return to the waking world, however unwelcome.
"Sometimes I wish She would give me fair warning. She knows I can't stay conscious in this smaller body of mine while in Her presence."
Asmindr flies up from Kaligo's hand and decides Nahr's shoulder is probably the safest perch for now. He doesn't forget his manners, nodding a quick thank you to Kaligo.
"My gratitude, at least someone got me off the floor."
"Should we call Kaligo a boyscout now?"
"You'd have to take that up with him."
Unfortunately, Gen's fall is still a bit abrupt, resulting in a rather awkward catch on Stanos' part. She groans, shaking her head clear as she instinctively grabs onto his forearms to steady herself. Hazy browns flutter open, then focus on a most compromising sight.
It's not every day she sees a large hand on one of her 'little midgets'. Even more rare that the owner of the hand is still breathing for doing so.
A dry wind seems to blow through the bookstore, one that should have a tumbleweed moving with it.
"...is there some reason you're weighing my boob, Stanos?"
Kitsuki's sharp ears swivel and she looks up, eyes narrowed. "Someone say something about foxes?"
"Ah ha ha ha! I don't sing very well or anything," Kaligo murmurs, scratching the back of his head. "But, um, I'll sing for you if you want, sometime."
"I wouldn't mind hearing it, myself," Alexandra chimes in.
"Alex!" Kaligo looks distinctly chagrined. How long had she been listening to their conversation?
It's a good thing Stanos has good reflexes, or Gen would have hit the floor. Actually, no, that's not true. They were standing so close that Gen would have fallen against Stanos anyway. But though his mind is still in turmoil, his arms come up reflexively to catch a suddenly unconscious mage.
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Introducing an interloper.
It's not every day that San has the rare pleasure of waking up screaming, before failing spectacularly to roll out of bed and instead thudding to the threadbare carpet in a confused mass of blanket, half-shed clothing, and limbs. But then again, it's not every day San returns to consciousness after a long night of work and drinking, with a five-alarm siren going off in its head.
And, of course, it's not every day that San is anything resembling human, either.
"The hell . . . bastards, you-" San blinks, and half-drunken swearing suddenly falls silent, irate squinting silver eyes widening slightly in the gloom of the heavily-shuttered room for no discernable reason. Of course, directives from Control, however forceful, are always silent. The thought goes through a rough translation via the rather patchy connection between the source and San (earth bodies always have horrible reception, for whatever reason), but comes out on the other end of the thought-patterns something like-
details: new and unsceduled. partially expected occurence has transpired. requires watching. probability of subject targeting in future.
command: report immediately for corporeal re-assignment.
". . . watching?!" San does a faily good job of extricating confused limbs from the twisted sheets, at once hissing irately and wincing at the noise it creates. "You woke me up for that?!"
command: report immediately for corporeal re-assignment.
And there is a dead silence, that of a connection decisively closed.
". . . fine." San answers nobody in particular. "But there better be some targeting going on right quick."
And the room is empty once more.
I need to hurry up and get rid of Tia, her words blind me.
Mo`re just waves it off. "Of course. I'd have said foxes, but Kit has a nasty bite."
Though still curious about where Kit and Kaligo comes from, Winter senses the downward turn their mood seems to take when they speak of their homeland. He leaves it be for now, since it sound as though they're not going to have a choice one way or another.
So, time to focus on other things.
//Kaligo sing?// If Winter knew how to pout, he probably would right then and there. //Kaligo no sing to Winter. Winter want hear Kaligo sing sometime.//
You belong to yourself, never forget that, Stanos.
The goddess offers an odd smile, one that can't really be placed or described with a word, or even a feeling. The smile that carries secrets only a goddess would know. When she speaks again, the tone is almost seductive, curling around the very edges of Stanos' conscious...
...and Gen slumps forward, about to become one with the floor if her decent isn't stopped.
Well, I didn't say I minded. . .
Alexandra coughs discreetly into her hand, though she smiles. "You'll forgive me if I not agree with your choice of metaphor."
"Ha! See? Winter thinks I hum just fine," Kitsuki crows. "And trust me, you don't wanna see where Kal's from. I don't even wanna go home." She scowls. "Ain't nothin' to go back to, there."
Kaligo looks distinctly uncomfortable, but he says, quietly, "It's a dead country. If we're lucky, we won't have to go there."
"And he sings real pretty, by the way."
"I do not!"
Far, far too close, although the only outward sign is a widening of the eyes. To look upon a God is blasphemy; to touch a God is worse. Or Goddess in this case; the Goddess.
He understands nothing of what she's saying now, about a song, a heart, idle hands, any of this. But the words tumble from his mouth nonetheless, as if he's not the one speaking them, or as if he has no choice but to speak them. The words are foreign--Dragon words, not Human, but the meaning should be clear, nonetheless.
"Shiyu-on monu." Literally, I belong to you. But the choice of pronouns indicates much more than that.
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But she's funny, and doesn't take anything seriously...
Mo`re offers a dry, humourless chuckle to Alexandra's words. It's a sound that offers much insight, yet leaves more questions than answers.
"You're talking to someone who's come to view an acid bath as nothing more than a tickle. If I can't laugh, then it's all truly meaningless. Of course, who's to say that it's not, despite that? Ah, but that's a wisp of insanity that's best discussed over coffee. I suppose we have--bigger dragons to fry."
Winter is continues to poke lightly at Asmindr, letting the others deal with Gen's goddess possession. Things such as fate and destiny really don't hold his interest. He simply goes where his friends are. And right now, the conversation between Kit and Kaligo is more important, least in his mind.
//Kit hum okay, even if no sing. Autumn no like sing, but can play flute well. not all sing, but is okay.//
Winter glanced at the small dragon once more before looking at Kaligo.
//Kaligo sing? and Winter still want see home. want to see where Kaligo come from.//
There's always a first time for everything, Stanos.
Here the goddess does something that will surely leave Gen swearing up a blue streak should it ever get back to her. She pulls Stanos closer, her lips a brush of warmth so very close to his own. But it's not a kiss, at least, that's not the intention.
Although one would have a hard time trying to tell just from appearances.
Just remember, when I say all you believe, I mean all. That which lay first in your heart now you may come to find is really nothing at all. This is the path you choose...
Whether the council recognizes my Voice will not affect what has already begun. My Eyes will open when the Song is heard, and my Heart will beat once more. Idle Hands will have purpose again. All will come together when the notes are sung.
But the song isn't written yet. Until then, journey with them. Indeed, threads have already been spun between you all, demon, dragon, "other." Only experience will create the notes I need, and then my Voice will be heard. This is what I offer you now.
Help me write My Song.
Poor Kit. She's the butt of all the jokes, as always.
Kaligo shakes his head. "I've never heard of them. I guess they're a dragon thing.
Kitsuki grunts. "Dragons're always singing about one thing or another." She waves one hand dismissively.
"Just because you can't carry a note--"
"Hey! I can't help it if I'm tone-deaf," she grumps.
"Hmmm. I suppose you're someone who can find humor in any situation." She looks at the ceiling, the slight smile normally present on her face replaced by a more serious one. "That's good."
This is not a decision to be made lightly. Were these different circumstances, Stanos would beg a few days to think about it. But clearly, there is no time, and the soul-searching that must be done has to be accomlished quickly and thoroughly. This is serious. All that the gods speak are truth.
To his surprise, his decision comes in the form of a remembered quote, unearthed from his memory as if someone is speaking in his ear.
"You must love your sword more than you love anything else."
He owes his allegiance first to the sword (those who live by the sword must die by the sword, and those who walk the path of the sword must do so with honor), second to the gods (remember always those who watch, those who guard, those who taught us the way to live), and third to anything else (for nothing else matters, when all is said and done). He holds no love for the Council, though he owes them his duty, and thus his honor. But if the All-Mother goes a different way, then he will follow Her. And if this is his destiny, then he will not back down.
"I have never run away from anything."
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The auto with the temple... and the one coming up...
Still unconscious, Asmindr just twitches in Kaligo's hand, muttering something about holy creation and great mother's song. Obviously the poor dragon is quite out of it for the time being.
//Asm still sleep? now is no time for nap.// Winter says as he pokes lightly at the small creature. //wake up now, Gen-not-Gen still here...//
"...song of destruction... song of rebirth..."
//Winter not know those songs. Kaligo know songs?//
"I'm sure they're not on the top 40," Mo`re mutters to himself. He just offers a calm glance over at Alexandra, having guessed long before the lady is a lot mroe than she'll ever openly admit to. "And I'm not surprised you understood it. In truth, if I were in a 'moment', I'm sure it would be crystal clear. But I don't wish to take this too seriously. It's no fun if I can't get a cheap laugh somewhere."
Tiamat ignores the others for the moment, her attention focused upon the Black Dragon standing before her. In a rare display of gentleness that Gen herself will deny to her dying day, She steps forward and tucks Her fingers under Stanos's chin, pulling his face down to force him to look Her in the eye.
My apologies. All you know, all you believe sacred and hold dear to your heart is about to crumble. It's not for lack of faith, but simply a chance meeting, that really wasn't Chance at all. But, you can choose right now to back down, and keep your foundations of belief intact, or you can grant me my request and learn a new truth. Consider this your life's moment, where Time and Space will branch off into untold numbers depending upon the one decision you make now. It really does and doesn't matter, as all decisions have already been made. Yet now is when you exercise the proverbial free will that all sentient beings are gifted with.
What say you, Stanos? Will you choose the life you've come to know, the truths you've come to depend on more than the very air you breathe, or will you accept the new path I'm about to offer you?
Darned if I know. What plot auto?
When She speaks, it's suddenly very apparent that She's a god. Er. Goddess. Kitsuki's ears swivel up and forward, giving Tiamat her full attention, as she grins a little too widely. "Ah ha ha ha. Was that a temple of yours? T'were a very nice necklace. Ver' nice. Ah heh. Fitting, of course. Right." Meep. Good thing she seems to have a sense of humor.
Alexandra stands, brushing off her skirt. "It made perfect sense to me," she says quite calmly, in response to Tiamat's little spiel.
The only thing Stanos would be capable of saying, at the moment, is probably something along the lines of, "glurk." But he remains steadfastedly silent as he stands and approaches the goddess (the All-Mother). To his credit, he does not tremble, but his eyes remain averted, looking at a point next to and just above Gen's head. And he says nothing, only waits.
Kaligo is the one who, after standing, carefully scoops the small dragon up in his arms (though he has absolutely no idea what to do after that).
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What about the spleen? And... ignore that slight plot auto...
Cosidering the varying responses to Her presence, the one currently housed in Gen's body decides to address the sprite first, as technically, he was the only one to actually say "hi."
Hello, small one. You are doing well, I see.
//Winter is fine. Winter hoping see Kaligo's home soon.//
I'm sure you will see it very soon.
She chuckles lightly, then offers the rest of the group a quiet glance.
Quite an eclectic group she has attracted. Yet, oddly fitting.
The entity of creation and chaos and all things living merely smiles before using the borrowed body to gesture at those kneeling.
Please stand. It's very hard to look you in the eyes this way. Oh yes...
Glowing eyes glance over to Kit, hiding a touch of whimsy in the myriad of swirling colors.
You raided a temple of mine. I hope you at least got a good price for that necklace.
"Knowing Kit, she's still got it, I bet."
"I... wouldn't be surprised. And hello, Tia."
Nahr. A pleasure, as always. Have you spoken to the Nine?
"Yes. They asked that you not jump ahead of schedule, as they're attending to some business in dimension BQ-102e."
I am in no hurry. I only wish to explain a little.
All stories are true, as they are all false. I am a single entity, as I am a symbol, an ideal, a thought. I represent many things, even as I am housed in a corporeal form at any one time. My existance flows through many planes, and cannot be defined be any one notion, yet it is perhaps no more than a flicker of chance. I simply am as I am meant to be when I am It.
"That makes absolutely no sense."
The answer is still there, whether you can see it or not.
"...You must be into Zen or something."
Or something. But enough of that. Stanos, come forth. I've a favor to ask. Oh, and could someone pick Asmindr off the floor, please?
Dragon hearts are on the right side, by the way.
Kitsuki is not terribly impressed. She was never very religious, and besides, that doesn't really look like a god. Or goddess. Looks like Gen, really, except scarier. Like, Gen when she's having a bad day.
To his credit, Stanos does not faint. He does, however, drop down to one knee rather quickly, as if he can't get himself down fast enough, his left fist still pressed to his heart after performing the salute of fealty. Head bowed, his hair cascades over his face, hiding his expression from view.
Alexandra's kneel is much more dignified, with the air not of a subject, but of an equal--or a near-equal--paying someone her respects. She seems to float on her way down, with a grace that's far too controlled to be human. A close observation can discern that her lips are moving, although no sound can be heard.
To the surprise of some, Kaligo, too, quietly sinks to one knee.
"Ch', what's with you?"
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Before I lapse into another state of non productivity...
Nahr chuckles to himself, watching the eclectic group with a calm eye. Of course he'd be calm, but then, only he knows the reasons why.
"Everyone, may I introduce the mother of many a living world. Bearer of over a thousand names and a million species."
Asmindr's eyes never stray from the possessed mage, his thoughts awashed in some unnameable, unfathomable aura that would induce much laughter if he were later asked to describe it with useless words. Such a thing isn't fit for comprehension, merely knowing of its existance is enough, indeed, too much for some. The small dragon's voice is little more than a rough croak when he finally gets it to work at all. "It's... Her."
"Well, yes, you can call her that too."
It's probably the easiest of my names.
Gen's body, but obviously not her voice. It's not too surprising to a few when Asmindr erks and just faints. Mo`re isn't very impressed, being the godless and blasphemous person one would expect from an indrani of his age.
"...my sister's possessed by a goddess of chaos and creation. Can we use that to get discounts into Disneyland? We can say she's the new attraction, you know."
And Winter? His reaction is also typical, at least for the gentle sprite.
Meaningless post, la!
Kitsuki eyes the jade skillet appreciatively. Now there's one valuable non-cooking utensil. Rather lovely shade, too, that's some real pure jade, there. . .
Kaligo, meanwhile, is watching Gen's eyes rapidly change color. "Is that a frequent occurrence?"
"I'd say not," Alexandra replies, rather brightly.
". . ."
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Gen just gives Kit a very funny look. "My aura is just fine, thank you."
"Noooo, it's kinda sea-green... or maybe sea-blue? No, wait, green... nono... blue... green... blue... green... blue..."
The indrani lay twitching under yet another skillet, this one a rather lovely jade and not a thing one would ever think of cooking with. Not to mention, it's about three times bigger than Gen's usual "Mo`re Pacifiers."
"...that... really... hurts..."
"It's supposed to."
Winter would like to ask about Kaligo's home. He's never heard the umbra-mancer speak about anything remotely like a home, which naturally made the sprite curious now that the prospect of visiting seemed emminent.
But first things first, and a weird glowing energy took precedence, unfortunately.
//Kit right, Gen change color.//
"But I'm fine..."
Cue perspective change as the world goes black before the mage's eyes.
My hands are cold.
"I don't know what you're talking about, the was is long over--"
Alexandra laughs, and the tension melts, just a little. "I'm not responsible for what others say or do. I bear no ill will against the demonkind."
"Though you should," Stanos mutters under his breath, inaudibly.
Kit looks most severely displeased at the exchange between Alexandra and Asmindr. She remembers how Alexandra took her in out of the rain and gave her a place to live and taught her how to live with herself. And she knows that Kaligo remembers, too, if nobody else does.
"Well, my world, anyway," Kaligo says unhappily. "Maybe not my home." Hopefully not my home.
"Hey," Kitsuki interrupts Kaligo's rather brooding thoughts, "Gen's aura's turning funny colors."
". . ."
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H'oh boy is probably right...
Asmindr can practically taste the cold front coming off Alexandra, and meets it with one of pure fire, barely contained behind a mild snort.
Amazing what little mannerisms can convey.
"Your legend is why you're in a rather pointless fight with demons now, isn't it? Why fight your own brother? And like it or not, demon and dragon carry Her blood. I for one would not want to be either Cain nor Abel, yet this is what your war brings."
Asmindr flies up, hovering in the air. He looks ready to say something more, but a bit of cloth hits him in the face.
"Actually..." Nahr stands up, walking into the center of the room as a smile plays across his lips. "You are both completely correct, yet you are both wrong. It is two sides of the same coin, yet it isn't the right coin at all. The answer is as simple as... the sound of one hand clapping."
"Great, that tells us a lot, sensei."
The sprite quickly loses interest in the conversation with the others as Kit's words catch his attention instead.
//is going to Kaligo's home?//
"I'd say so," Nahr replies. "Oh yes, as to Tiamat. Well, why don't you ask 'Her' yourself, Stanos?" Nahr gestures over to where Gen is still standing. Only the mage herself doesn't notice the blue-green aurua slowly building around her.
"...what? What the hell are you all looking at?"
"He doesn't have it wrong, Asmindr," Alexandra says quietly, when Asmindr is finished. But there is steel behind her voice, cold and sharp enough to draw blood, and the way her eyes are narrowed is suddenly enough to remind others that she is, or was, a dragon. "That was a very faithful retelling of the Creation. Your legends are different, that's all. Don't insult us or our intelligence by saying that our story is something for 'kits.'"
Stanos, meanwhile, has been seething through the entire story. But he's learned by now never to interrupt a telling--the very idea is unspeakably horrifying--and so he very reluctantly accepts being used as a footstool. Now he says, brusquely, "I do not see how the two stories are related. Who is this 'Tiamat?'"
"I'd wager that she's the same as our Tyrvain," Alexandra responds. Before Stanos can say anything further, she adds, "You know by now that there are more worlds than yours."
Kaligo shrugs unhappily. "I dunno, Win," he says in a low voice. "I'm just as confused as you are. But I think we should go, if only to avoid trouble." His eyes flick in the direction that he knows Stanos is in; he can feel his anger radiating through the bookshelf. "I mean, I don't think he's going to go back without her."
"Hah! You got that right." Kitsuki is suddenly next to Winter and Kaligo, looking as sulky as ever. "But since our little friend As says we'd better go, we're gonna go." She grins toothily. "Lookin' forward to a visit home, Kal?"
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Ooh, Asmindr spotlight...
"No no and NO again!" A very irate Asmindr suddenly flies up and takes perch on Stanos' shoulder, solely because everyone's attention is focused on that point. He snorts quietly before turning blood jeweled eyes at the other dragon-type being.
"Boy do you have it wrong. Where'd you pick that one up? Maybe you got your legends crossed. The one you told is something I hear them tell the little kits where I'm from."
Naturally assuming Stanos will stay put, Asmindr lifts his head as he takes over the role of storyteller.
"'When skies above were not yet named, nor earth below pronounced by name, there was water...' That is the beginning of the story of the Mother, the one from who all life is possible, Tiamat. From her came the gods through her treacherous mate, Apsu, who sought to destroy their offspring when the clamor of the young gods proved to be too much for his ears. When again betrayed by her great-great-grandsom, the solar god Marduk, from her holy rage was born monsters, demons, horned snakes, bull men, fish men, filled not with blood but with venom. Her army was radiant and terrible. She took one of these offspring as both lover and commander of her army, but the traitor Marduk would only fight single combat with the great Mother. Using evil winds, he forced her jaws open and walked into her extended belly, where he saw her entire army of gods, snakes, and demons. It is here that he shoots an arrow into her heart and the great mother's life force leaves our plane."
The small dragon seems a bit choked up at this, as though the mythical Marduk is truly the monster. He shakes his head a bit to gather his composure before continuing.
"It is said Marduk used the body of the great Mother to create the sky and the earth above the subterranean waters. Her eyes are twin rivers, her udder mountains and foothills. From her saliva comes rain and clouds, from her poison, fog. After he named these things and set the stars and gods in place, Marduk made the fatal error of creating man from Kingpu's blood. However, Marduk's evil ways are answered by Erra some time later, but that is an entirely different story.
"Contrary to what the humans would have you believe, the great Mother was not evil, as neither is chaos. She simply is, and without her, Marduk wouldn't have been able to create anything as he did. But again, I digress.
" It is said that the lifeforce of the great Mother will one day be reborn into the world created of her body. That every dragon will be called by the Singer, the one who carries still the forgotten voice of the Mother, and thus united, their breath would give life anew to the mother. She and she alone would burn the venom from the ill-created humans, as well as the darkness that they have brought forth. Those who survive the fires would remain and live in the paradise her wings would bring. The Singer would be both dragon, and not-dragon, much like the great Mother herself. Within the Singer lay the power of creation and destruction, but more importantly, the ability to lift the voice to the calling song, without falling prey to it."
Asmindr blinks, hoping nobody notices his eyes being a bit glassier than usual. "And that is the prophesy of the Singer." The small dragon turns his head when he hears a good-natured hmph from behind. There, Nahr leans against the wall, his arms folded over his chest.
"Oh don't be so glum about it, Assy. It's not as though Marduk was able to destroy Tiamat."
"I know that, but it's the principle of the matter!"
"Yes, well, there are some things even you don't know about that, but I'm not at liberty to divulge that information. Anyway, the point to that story is, it's been said that our dah-ling Gen here is in fact that aforementioned and much prophesied 'Singer.' It's one of the reasons Asmindr was assigned to her, his being a pseudo, traveling expert of the story."
"This is all well and good, but we have two different stories here, Stanos' and Asm's. Do we still need to go to this Council?"
"I'd have to say yes. They need to know who the Singer is, and while it would help if they officially recognized her as such, it's not necessary..
At some point during the retelling and the discussions, Winter has made his way to Kaligo's side, books still in arms. He projects only to Kaligo, to keep from disturbing the others.
//is all confusing to Winter. if were Kaligo, what think should do? should go with Stanos? Winter know Gen no like being called Singer, but Asm say have no choice. Winter... not get at all.//
Said mage is meanwhile busy making a cosy shadow niche in the corner to hide in.
1. At this point myth becomes fiction and has no basis in any legend or known mythology. Any similarities to a given myth/story/legend is purely coincidental.
And now, exposition!
"Well, if you think I should, then I will," Kaligo replies, a little reluctantly, closing the book he was leafing through. The cover depicts a rather colorful sort of jungle, with bright lettering that reads Where the Wild Things Are. That said, he hands his book to Winter with a smile and makes his way along the shelves. But rather than taking a standing spot next to Gen and the others, he sits down with his back against a shelf, where he can't be seen by Stanos.
Oh great, storytime. Kitsuki sighs, quietly. Well, it's not as if she's familiar with dragon mythos; whatever this is, at least it'll be interesting. Hopefully.
Stanos shrugs, not entirely comfortable with his role as storyteller. "Well, this is the legend that I was told, that every dragon grows up knowing," he begins, slowly. He can't tell this with as nearly as much skill as a Green dragon. But then, that is not necessary right here, right now. "It begins with Tyrvain, the All-Mother.
The demons were Her first children, made from magic and the shadows 'neath Her wings. But She forgot to give them compassion, and they were wicked and cruel, and She wept for them. The dragons sprang from Her tears to fight the demons, and they battled up and down the ages. She stopped them, but barely, and their hatred for each other was fierce and hot, and it wearied Her."
It's very easy for Stanos to slip into the cadence and pattern of storytelling, the legend unfolding easily in his mind as he had learned it as a small child. Not as good as a Green dragon, of course. But enough, for now.
"Then Tyrvain birthed Her Sons, Her true children, the four Gods, Gyrnath, Enin, Dak'shira, and the Blind One. She bade them to build Her a world for Her children. They were Gods, and so whatever they spoke became the truth, and it was in this way that the world came into existence, earth and sea and skies and green growing things, and all the races and the animals besides. But Tyrvain is the heart of the world, for She sleeps in its center, and that is why we must be kind to the earth.
"There is a legend--a prophecy, you might say--that someday Tyrvain's Voice will appear, someone who is Her, in a sense, above ground. That Voice will be the one to reawaken Her and then Tyrvain will cleanse the world, and the enemies of the dragons will be erased."
"That's not how the legend goes," Alexandra says, not turning around. But her voice is matter-of-fact.
"No, that is not how the legend goes," Stanos agrees. "But that is how they tell it."
, and Stanos
My apologies for the delay... I'll try to do better.
"Perhaps it's best to refresh us on this legend, good sir. My dear sis has been very selfish in the details of this 'voice.'"
Asm snorts and flies over to where Winter and Kaligo are. He knows the legend already, he doesn't need a refresher. However...
"Perhaps you should go listen to this yourself, Kaligo."
Looking up, the sprite glances towards the others, the at Kaligo. He has a few books in his arms already, content with his selections.
//Kaligo want hear about Voice?//
"If you're not familiar with the story, I'd suggest hearing Stanos out. If you continue to travel in Singer's circle, it would behoove you to know what to expect."
Gen herself just groans silently. She was hoping to avoid the whole shebang about the Voice, the Singer, Tiamat, et cetera. Now they were going to sit through the equivalent of a history lesson, then, whether she liked it or not, she'd be dropped right back intot his entire destiny thing.
~Wonderful. If I'm going to get dragged through the mud by Fate and Destiny, I'll be damned if I go alone, at least.~