(Closed) Mareuer Catch All

[mirshikar]

Who: Asura + Plotted CR
When: Mareuer
Where: Aefenglom, Dorchacht, and the respective Wildes of both cities.
What: SOL, Quests, Asura's birthday, and treehouse construction. Also, I'm always down for building new CR, so if you'd like a thread starter, feel free to hmu @ the March CR & plotting post!
Warnings: Will be updated as necessary.

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@daenerys (quest) 🌺🐉

[mirshikar]

[ "But it's just a story," the posting had read, and though he and Daenerys both had been in the midst of a morning outing to the Market District, Asura had touched the tips of his golden talons to the words and found himself moved by their urgency. The Wilde holds its dangers, yes, but it is home to someone like him, and long since has Asura familiarized himself with the lay of the land beyond the Bright Wall.

Already, he thinks of the groves of trees which flank the river Temese as it branches north, and knows that he will be able to make the venture there before the sun rises to its height in the sky, returning long before the shadows of the afternoon stretch into skeins of twilight. But he will not be so ill-mannered as to forget his companion. For her eyes, he plucks the request for aid (one of its many iterations adhered to the storefront they've stopped beside) free of its resting place, seeing it delivered into Daenerys' hands for appraisal.

There is a familiar spark to the green of his kajal-lined eyes (no different from when he'd declared "know that my hands will not remain idle during my stay" during his first visit to Mhysadei) when he asks of her: ]

What say you, Daenerys? Will you search for this glimmer of hope with me? [ For Nora and their partner, and for tangible proof that stories are not always so simply stories. ] It is not a morning of running errands at market, to be sure, but I'd wager that it will be by far more exciting.

[freeing]

You make it sound like stories of valiant knights on quests to save the world. Things children would beg their parents to tell before bed every night.

[ She sounds amused, at the very least. It had been a long time since she traveled further away from Aefenglom. Yet, the farmlands only offered a temporary sanctuary. Nowhere was safe, she surmised, not when the wilds slowly took over the land.

The small stature of a dragon follows closely to him, words all but gentle compared to the task in front of them. ]

If you need my assistance, the least I can do is provide it to you. I would not be here without you. Do not be prideful enough to forget that debt – whether you view it as one or not.

[mirshikar]

Strange— [ —a hum, reverberating and low, sounds at the back of Asura's throat as he considers Daenerys with a sidelong glance that is both weighty and roguish in turns. His kind (the fae, infamous for weaving pacts and promises so that no debt could be escaped) are ever aware of which way the scale tips (what they owe, who they are owed by), and all this while he'd been of the mind: ] I had thought that debt settled on the very day it was incurred.

[ In the very moment when a certain necromancer had found him in that vile pit of stone, and Asura had smiled (resilient, vicious, and passionate even then), knowing that Daenerys' flare and flight had lead to the day being won. ]

What I ask of you now is simply to join me, [ as either aid, traveling companion, or both ] because while we are not knights, we surely hold power as dragons, and saving someone's partner so too is saving their world.

And that is a fine story, one worth telling. [ Does she not feel the same? Perhaps the King's own enthusiasm could stand to sway her as they walk abreast of one another, the silver and gold dragons who had once spoken of telling such stories, those of the Mirrorbound and the people who they stood alongside of.

What's more: ] There is also something which I would like to show you, out in the wood.

[ Though, quite naturally, Asura fails to say what that 'something' might be. How mysterious! ]

[freeing]

Perhaps one is unable to find suitability in what is deemed worthy.

[ It was all a ruse, of course, her words holding a light airiness to them.

Instead, his words fall more centered on the task at hands. There was little fluff, the kind that she had grown accustomed to with such... characters here. They speak so quickly that she looks out into the woods themselves – out where the darkness of the shades lay blankets of uncertainty. Her knight had gone hunting in them for hours at a time, so there's a hint of uncertainty in her eyes... but her words offer no such betrayal to her. Asura finds a pleasant curiosity, that of a young girl overeager and still, sadly, ignorant. ]

Deeper, where the Shades are? [ But, one that is aware of the horrors of this world. ] Or where the travelers lead up North?