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[exaomori]

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.

Comments

[forswore]

"At least we aren't going mad from pain," Daud points out. That has to count for something, doesn't it? His brow furrows slightly, voice going dry.

"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.

[exaomori]

"Not yet, at least." It hadn't even been a year; who knew how long whatever spell this was was going to keep them in one piece.

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.