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Character(s): Shura & Daud
Status: Closed
Location(s): City of the Free Peoples
Date(s) May 9-ish
About: Daud pays Shura a visit to discuss
Warnings: Possibly mentions of cannibalism
Someone's broken into her little shack again. Of course they had. Shura expected her more-than-humble abode to be broken into, but she wasn't expecting two break-ins in such a short period of time. Things were calming down, why was someone bothering to break into an occupied home--
Oh. It's Daud sitting at her table, looking as constipated and grumpy as ever. Shura should have known. Billie had to pick up her habit of breaking and entering from someone.
"What do you people have against knocking, jeez!" At least she had taken Aconite with her, hidden under the guise of a winged kitten clinging to Shishi's back. If Daud isn't going to give her the heads up that he's coming by for a social call, then Shura isn't going to give him any sort of formalities or courtesy in return, closing the door behind her motley lot and setting a bag full of green herbs and other plants on the table and beginning to unpack the bag. The winged kitten stares at Daud, mostly quiet, but completely intrigued by the stranger.
Status: Closed
Location(s): City of the Free Peoples
Date(s) May 9-ish
About: Daud pays Shura a visit to discuss
Warnings: Possibly mentions of cannibalism
Someone's broken into her little shack again. Of course they had. Shura expected her more-than-humble abode to be broken into, but she wasn't expecting two break-ins in such a short period of time. Things were calming down, why was someone bothering to break into an occupied home--
Oh. It's Daud sitting at her table, looking as constipated and grumpy as ever. Shura should have known. Billie had to pick up her habit of breaking and entering from someone.
"What do you people have against knocking, jeez!" At least she had taken Aconite with her, hidden under the guise of a winged kitten clinging to Shishi's back. If Daud isn't going to give her the heads up that he's coming by for a social call, then Shura isn't going to give him any sort of formalities or courtesy in return, closing the door behind her motley lot and setting a bag full of green herbs and other plants on the table and beginning to unpack the bag. The winged kitten stares at Daud, mostly quiet, but completely intrigued by the stranger.
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"Being a commonly reviled species doesn't usually lend itself well to social opportunities." Also, her mom being occasionally dead probably doesn't help. "In another time, she might have been raised like a princess, like Adira's dragon in Didymos. Now she's a fugitive."
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"Maybe the next batch of 'em will be somewhere in the middle." But for now, Aconite will have to deal with living in a shithole, stuck in a pen during the daylight hours Shura was gone. The dragonet continues to struggle and whine, and eventually Shura picks her up and dumps her back on the floor, reaching for one of the bare stems on the table and shoving it in her claws. Aconite whimpers again, but when Shura gives her a shove towards the pile of linens in the corner, Aconite grudgingly obeys the unspoken command and scampers off with the stem in claw, but not without a cranky growl.
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"Or the next batch of them can end up like that blue dragon." It's not an unlikely possibility, given as into dragons as the damned cult seems to be. That, if nothing else, is a reason Aconite should learn to be warier of strangers.
"There's no telling if the cult has some means of locating them or not."
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"Or maybe there's just not enough magic in them to be worth their time just yet." Let some idiots raise up a few dragons, then let their dragon snap them up for dinner. Great plan!
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And now a dragon sits at the side of one of Idan's rulers, not remotely hidden in plain sight.
"What made you decide to pick up that egg instead of destroying it?"
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“You don’t approve, huh?” She doesn’t blame him. In retrospect, she doesn’t know if she should have taken it. Shura sits down at the table, arms crossed over her chest.
“I picked it up because I thought it was somethin’ else. I knew it was magic, but it was right on the side of the road and then put it up. I didn’t know what it was until she hatched, honestly.”
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As Shura goes on, though, Daud just stares at her, expression as neutral as ever.
"What did her egg look like and where exactly did you find it? Near the city?"
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“Green and small. Bigger than a chicken egg.” Shura motions with her hands to demonstrate the size. “And it was outside the City. Not too far. I saw some mushrooms growin’, and so I looked closer. Don’t know if someone sat down to rest and it fell out of their bag or what. A kid coulda found it at any time, so it couldn’t have been there long.”
She still has the eggshell, actually.
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"I don't believe in dragon eggs spontaneously appearing out of nowhere," he murmurs. "It's odd just how many of them started turning up."
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There is a soft sort of thwap sound from the pile of linens. Aconite's discovered that smacking things with the stem is satisfying, and she cheerfully continues to thump the pile with the stem, all signs of her momentary agitation gone.
"Us comin' back might be related to the eggs starting to show back up. But I can't really say. We're not any better caretakers for them than the next person. If they were only going to listen to us, then that Adira wouldn't have been able to pull off that spectacle of hers with the one she has."
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The tiefling frowns, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.
"I'm not sure I care for that dragon finding itself in Adira's arms either, but it's too late to do anything about it now." Short of dragon assassination, anyway, which might get them in trouble in and of itself... and it's not exactly like Daud's in that business.
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Unlike certain a certain someone they knew. But Alistair Tourmaline was something else, and that reminds Shura of Alice's little "gift."
"Did you see Strange's mirror?"
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"What mirror?"
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And with that, Shura will turn to retrieve a small chest from the top of a shelf, setting it on the table in front of Daud. Aconite stops in her game to watch; she isn’t allowed on that shelf, and so she’s naturally curious. There’s nothing about the chest that stands out on first glance. It is warded, and it takes Shura a second to navigate the spell, unlocking a side drawer and pulling a small bundle of worn cloth from it. Shura slides it on the table to Daud, sitting across from him at the table.
“I got a piece of it, too. A present from Alice while she was in hiding. Look at it for a bit.”
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"A present?" His lips thin. "Did she say where she got it?"
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"I assume it was whole when she first saw it. Whether or not someone dropped it or if she broke it on purpose to share, I don't know."
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But Shura doesn't have much to say, caught between watching for Daud's reaction when his reflection changes for that bare second and listening to Aconite's claws softly click on the floor. The dragonet is taking her time and being surprisingly quiet.
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"Maybe it doesn't matter since she's living on borrowed time," Daud comments, not adding, like the rest of us. He doesn't want to reflect on that too much, so he focuses on the mirror shard instead. He can sense the enchantment on it, recognizes its general shape, but he doesn't catch onto its actual nature until he blinks and sees, for a bare moment, the flash of scales fanning out on his cheeks.
The reaction is subtle, but immediate. His eyes narrow, and his tail stiffens as he forces himself not to do anything as dramatic as throw it across the room, but he does lower it to the table, shaking his head.
"Fortune has a cruel sense of humor."
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"Dunno what exactly it means. Dragonborn hafta to agree to the whole thing, but I'm pretty sure a corpse rotting in the ground for a century couldn't consent to it. But I don't like the alternative." Undead scaleskins, what a great idea.
Aconite stills for a moment as she nears the table, then sprints, jumping from the dirt floor to Shura's chair, then to the table. She reaches her goal, and she's just so amazed and pleased with herself that she just about forgets what she was after in the first place, looking to Shura with what is probably a gleeful dragon face. Shura is less than impressed, turning her head just enough to look at the dragonet, raising a brow. "What do you want?"
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"But dead dragons can't give their consent either. We know that making a dragonborn requires consent from both; the lack of it creates a scaleskin." He pauses, lingering over the thought. But what if neither of them could give consent? If they were both just functionally objects bound together? He doesn't like the thought of that.
In any case, the dragonet isn't an effective distraction from dark thoughts, but it's one he'll let himself take for once, watching them both silently.
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Still, at this point, it's all conjecture and theory, things Shura didn't usually have much patience for, so she'll take care of whatever it is Aconite wants instead. The chest on the table is fascinating, but so is the piece of mirror that Shura was just messing with. She reaches a little claw out to the fabric and tugs at it. Shura remains entirely unimpressed.
"It's a mirror, you've seen this thing before." Well, maybe not this exact mirror, but Shura had procured a small hand mirror for herself, and the dragonet had spent plenty of time looking at it. Shura's explanation doesn't satisfy Aconite, and she continues to tug at the fabric. "Seriously? Fine. But you better not touch it."
If Daud wants to stay silent, then Shura will busy herself with keeping the dragon entertained. Aconite's reflection fascinates her, but it is something she's seen before, and she'll turn her attention back to the chest to find her next amusement.