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Who: vane (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
defenses) & you!
What: catch-all for the tail end of the event + general wyver exploration things.
When: all month into the next!
Where: all around wyver.
Warning(s): n/a!
▌FOREST PROMPTS.
THE SWEETER THE BERRY.
FLOWER LANGUAGE.
▌WEST END PROMPTS.
TO BE LIT OR NOT TO BE LIT.
TO BE LIT ... PART 2.
▌EAST END PROMPTS.
FUN IN THE MUD?
▌WILDCARD!
defenses) & you!What: catch-all for the tail end of the event + general wyver exploration things.
When: all month into the next!
Where: all around wyver.
Warning(s): n/a!
▌FOREST PROMPTS.
THE SWEETER THE BERRY.
[ the journey here had been rather solemn for many. it was palpable that many involved in the evacuation were uncertain and uncomfortable. this sensation lingered in the air amongst those that moved through the lush forestry. if anything, vane was a part of this— unsuspecting and perhaps not entirely willing, especially without knowing the status of a certain dragonslayer. but, regardless he suspected he’d be able to accomplish much more in an element he was far more comfortable with— exploration and discovery. if anything he was infinitely more attuned to it, if just for his various treks in name of the kingdom of feendrache. still, as much as he's accustomed to the concept, it doesn't mean he's 100% okay with the general somber atmosphere.
as much as things go off their course, he was strong believer in looking forward. in alleviating tensions, even if temporary in the face of other imminent issues. if anything, he wasn't very good at sorting through these thoughts and considerations. his time better spent with—
he's now bent over, picking up a few berries. he holds them up, sniffing them before handing them off to his companion. ] How about it? They smell pretty good! [ well, they seemed edible enough? the darker the berry the sweeter the juice?? ]
FLOWER LANGUAGE.
[ maybe you're not hungry and you've somehow entered a passageway to a small clearing with just a few flowers. some may even be familiar. or at least enough where vane plucks one and holds it out, a small smile on his lips. ] I may not look it, but I kinda know a lot about flowers. I'd tell the guys about it all the time. Do you know what this one means? [ they look a little like hydrangeas. at least the summer-like weather would fit for it. ]
▌WEST END PROMPTS.
TO BE LIT OR NOT TO BE LIT.
[ while most have found some reason to have fun or let go, here vane is... somehow roped into helping out in the kitchen of a shelter. they said they were suddenly understaffed, and well, he didn't exactly see the harm in making a bit of coin on the side. not to mention cooking had always been a hobby of his, and considering they've been pretty reliant on hunting, it's nice to sort of step back and take a break from it. maybe you've also been roped into helping on the counter or maybe you're his newest helper, at any rate, he hands you an apron with big a grin. ] Wahaha, I don't know how it's worked out like this, but it should be fun? Do have any experience? If not, you can rely on me! I'll teach you from top to bottom!
[ just, they need to be careful with the ingredients they've managed to gather up. no pressure. ]
TO BE LIT ... PART 2.
[ it seems like everyone in this part of the town was festive for the most part. in a way, the buildings were a little maze-like. not that vane was ever adept at directions (despite his firm and adamant refusal to these facts), but it was sort of ridiculous. how he could come across a line of shops and then by the next passing, he'd enter a clearing full of life. even now, he's probably horridly out of place. while he wanted to get more used to the setting and perhaps find a way to reconvene with his allies (maybe even find information regarding one in particular), it doesn't seem to come easily. especially, when he sticks out like a sore thumb.
everyone here seems to be relatively carefree. perhaps, precisely because so much as a mystery, they found relaxation in what they do know. ... dancing? it's why when he locks eyes with someone, he gives a sheepish smile. especially, as he extends a hand. ] Uh— I'm not really great at formality or anything like that, but ... [ he clears his throat. ] would you care to join me?
▌EAST END PROMPTS.
FUN IN THE MUD?
[ this place seemed a lot more adrenaline fueled. in a sense, sparring and that sort of thing was something he was accustomed to. but, this felt a little different. even more than sport, it seemed like a lifestyle. it's why it was sort of so easy to go with the flow. which is why, there seems to be some sort of mud pit ....
and vane is standing on one side, and it seems like people are meant to wrestle in it? or so vane thinks is the point. he's not entirely certain if the people who came before him simply ended up there by chance, but it's here, he gives a small: ] It looks kinda fun. Reminds me of when I was little... I used to get roughed up all the time, hahaha. [ please say no. i truly don't know what made me write this. ]
▌WILDCARD!
[ hit me up with anything! or if you'd like to plot anything, feel free to reach me by pm or on plurk atcages. ]
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You're much better. [ Easy agreement; after all, it's true. Vane's leagues better at sneaking about than he was before he met Cain, all thanks to Cain's tutelage, right? It's nice to see a student learn so quickly! ] Though I'm not sure I'd say expert, there's still a few tricks I can teach you.
[ He gives Vane a wink, keeping his voice bright and cheerful even if it's low. It's true, he has plenty more he could teach Vane; he's just not sure he should. Vane's someone noble and honorable, not the kind of person who should need to know the things Cain does. ]
And, you know, you should be proud of your ability to get lost. It's uncanny, the way you always pick the exact opposite of the right direction. If it wasn't so reliable, I wouldn't have been able to find the right way, you know.
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not that vane was easily offended, but still, he finds himself swelling up with a bit of pride, before— ]
That's not a compliment at all, is it? [ but, he doesn't seem to mind. ]
But, well— I guess that's fine. Guess this is where I call you "teacher" again, huh? [ he puts his arm over cain's shoulder casually, if just to make a show for his trust in cain, only as soon as he hears the noises get a bit louder...
his arm slowly drops back down. ] We might be close. Don't stray from me, especially not with your foo— [ says vane as he turns around and ... is definitely stepping on the very end of a dragon's tail. .... ah. there was probably a logical explanation for all of this, but does any of those come to mind right now? absolutely not. ]
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Slowly, Cain traces the tail into the undergrowth. The leaves are thick, but... ]
Ah. Don't move. [ He gestures Vane to stay where he is and goes to peek through the shrubbery.
Wow. That's a very large dragon.
He glances back at Vane. ] You wouldn't happen to—
[ He's cut off as the dragon, not as asleep as he'd thought, pokes its head through the leaves and starts breathing directly on his neck. ]
Eerk.
[ Cain squeaks and slaps a hand over his mouth. Maybe... maybe the dragon won't notice them yet? ]
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immediately vane debates if that meant "don't move at all," or "don't move after you remove your foot from its body." it's a delicate inquiry that probably had a swift answer, but instead vane oscillates between the two decisions. in the end, his weight remains on it.
on the bright side, the creature is large enough where it doesn't seem to have really noticed them, or the the added weight against its tail. perhaps from its size, it seems to overlook them completely. it's sniffing around, sure. breathing against them, maybe. but does it know for certain? ... hopefully not. either way, when cain squeaks, vane also places his hand... over cain's hand. as if solidifying it closed.
for once vane is oddly quiet as he watches the dragon slowly lifts its head back up. his voice is incredibly hushed as he basically breathes right against cain's ear. ] ... do I get off him? [ it's almost like he mouths these words against cain, if just to keep his words extra quiet.
thanks for the lessons, teacher! ]
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Hoping he can get the message across, Cain gestures, a finger in front of Vane's mouth, then pointing off to the underbrush.
Quiet, try to sneak away without it noticing.
...Vane gets it, right? ]
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a mouth. the underbrush. a mouth. ... the underbrush.
he seems to piece it together eventually, however that's not to state that the actual application of all of this is simple. especially, as he hasn't released full hold over the dragon's tail. he shifts his weight lightly. he tries to practice a certain level of caution, and at first it works swimmingly. he's off the tail and they've managed to take a few steps in the right direction, accept it seems a bird of some sort catches sight of them.
... and begins?? chirping incessantly?? ] Eh—?
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without actually thinking too hard about this, vane picks cain up princess style (look, he just thinks it's easier to see what he's doing like this)... and begins running his fastest. while he'd like to ask if he's okay to run or if his foot is alright now, vane wastes no time with it. it's too late now. ]
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[ Why is this becoming so familiar?! Cain's feeling an awful lot like a sack of potatoes, but... well, he's not complaining, because cradled in Vane's arms as he is, he has a perfect view over Vane's shoulder of the dragon whipping its head toward the bird and swallowing the chirping menace in one gigantic bite.
That is a lot of teeth. So, so many sharp teeth.
And the dragon, feathers sticking out of its maw, turning to eye them for its main course.
Nope, no complaining about his current situation, instead Cain just yelps: ]
Faster, run faster!
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all right. he can do this!! he seems to pick up the pace a bit, and fortunately enough to just evade a swoop of the dragon's head as it seems to be following their positions. ] How's this!?! [ he says between large huffs, as he runs down the path back to the city limits.
but, the dragon doesn't seem all too shaken off their trail yet. ]
I'm assuming, he's still right behind us?! [ maybe they should find somewhere to hide at this rate?! ]
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[ So close behind that Cain's pretty sure there's no way to shake it. Hiding isn't an option when it's staring right at them, after all. Breathing down their necks. Or on their faces, in Cain's case.
They need a distraction.
Frantically, he starts patting at his pockets. Upon finding nothing useful, he starts in on Vane's pockets, heedless of where the bumpy ride may knock his hands. ]
Did you save any food from the party?
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is he being called out for holding food from the party? vane doesn't like lying (and it definitely isn't an option on the table, hence his nervous laughter), but there's an instant recoil at the inquiry. but, it looks like cain's hands are already busy getting into his... secret stash of a turkey leg.
it's something he didn't finish earlier and stuck into his pocket ... (wrapped??? neatly??)
but. now he's seeing the error of his ways. he half-wonders if that's why the beast was giving them such a chase? other than being very appealing humans. ] D'ya think he'd like it? ... And... you don't think he'd notice I took a bite out of it first?