Intro Log: May

[moustre]

Intro Log: May, Game Start

I. ARRIVAL Out of nowhere, a glint of light catches your eye; your heart thunders in your ears as your body moves on its own, your mind consumed with inspecting the source. Your reflection stares back at you, just as curious from the surface - a mirror, a pool of water, your most trusted sword, something fleeting that your mind can barely remember - then ripples at your touch. A moment later, you feel a tug, and you find yourself stumbling into a dark, musty room. Behind you, a mirror stands ornately decorated with reminders of home wrought in brass and wood: the faces of people you know, and symbols important to you; all things that send a pang through your chest with the desire to return to them. Touching the mirror's surface does nothing but leave the stain of your fingerprints. When you turn turn to survey the room, you find there are hundreds of other mirrors. None of them are as decorated as yours - they're plain and dusty, speckled with age. Then you realize a second thing: You're not alone. Distantly, the ringing bell of a clocktower can be heard. But no matter its distance, the time is clear to make out: it chimes three times, stark, resonating like a pulse of something in this mirrored hall that you and many others have found yourselves in. For those familiar with magic, they might feel the power of the witching hour upon them, though it will feel different from what they're used to - in fact, everything does. Besides the new arrivals, however, there's one more person in the building, and only one. A young teen stands; previously bored and mulish, he's now owl-eyed and slackjawed as he takes in each arrival, either from the mirrors or coming from another floor as you try to get your bearings. In his hands he's clutching a broom like a security blanket, until - "M... Miss Nessie! Miss Nessie, something's happened!" he yells, as he drops the broom and turns tail out of the building. Leaving the Looking-Glass House makes it obvious that the clock striking three was for 3 AM - the night sky is clear, but the stars are dim in the face of two moons, regardless of their waning crescent phases. Follow, or explore the rest of the mirrored halls you've now found yourselves in? The Looking-Glass House is rather nondescript two-story cottage made of grey brick, sitting at the edge of The Coven's courtyard; stones which glow as you step on them mark the path to and from the two buildings. While fairly small and plain on the outside, the inside has been enchanted to be the size of a large library, with hundreds upon hundreds of mirrors hanging, standing, and resting inside its walls. Some are broken, some are cracked, and some seem completely uninjured - but all of them are just as plain as the cottage itself, showing age in the silver beneath their glass and in the greening of their metals... Well, all except a character's personal mirror; to characters, one mirror - the one they came through - will be decorated lavishly with metal-and-wood-wrought reminders of home, and the surface will be as clear as a brand-new mirror.

II. "MISS NESSIE" Whether you've decided to follow the hapless young man, or decided to explore the rest of the Looking-Glass House - and perhaps finding a few familiar faces among the crowd - you feel a pull towards the foyer of the first floor. It's like a firm suggestion, as if to take you by the hand and draw you to where it begins, and the source of it becomes quite apparent upon finding one's way to the front room: a tall, comfortably-dressed older woman and her even taller wolfish companion. The woman covers her mouth with a soft "Oh my!" as she surveys those who begin to crowd in, and she turns to the werewolf (?), lowering her hand once more. (The handful of others who'd come with her peer as best they can from a ways behind her with unconcealed curiosity, closer to the door out than not. The boy previously seen before he ran off can be spotted at the very back of the group.) "This is right unexpected, isn't it?" She not-quite whispers, delight and confusion in equal measure in her voice. Her companion makes a quiet noise in her throat, unscarred eye narrowed - it's hard to tell if that delight is one shared by both parties. "Well, they've always said the veil is thinner during Boaltinn... We'll have to talk to James and see if he was doing anything other than cleaning, we will, but for now, we've got a full house to attend to, don't we? Ah, if they're all Witches, that'll be something, it will!" Without wasting another beat - much to the fond irritation of her companion, certainly - the woman turns back to the newcomers of Aefenglom, clapping her hands together in glee. "Well then! I'm certain you all have many, many questions... As do we! First thing's first, though, first thing's first! I am Nerissa Bell, the Head Witch of the Coven - that's where this house is located right now, on Coven grounds - and this is my Bonded, Mhairi Ainsley. Don't worry, she's a right softie despite her looks! You can simply call me Miss Nessie - everyone does, short of those stuffy folks up in the Parliament, but, well, that's just how things are with them, I suppose." She pauses a beat, for breath, before continuing with a wave of her hand; dozens of chairs and stools, all surprisingly comfortable despite their wooden looks, are conjured in an instant, and Nessie smiles wide as she gives a small bow. "Take a seat, and let's get familiar with one another for a spell! The city'll celebrate without us one way or another, and we've already finished our business for tonight anyway. Isn't that right, Mhairi dear?" Despite the onslaught of information and excitement at three in the morning, Mhairi inclines her head slightly after a huge sigh; her voice is likely exactly as expected, low and akin to a growl. "Best to take advantage of the distraction. Let's begin, before I have to report this to Parliament." NOTE: If you wish to interact with Nessie and Mhairi, please comment here. You have the option of handwaving the IC interaction to OOCly ask what questions your character might have for them, for us to summarize an answer for, or you can request an IC thread. Simply specify in your comment's subject and we'll respond accordingly.

III. THE COVEN After an hour or two of general chaos, questions that the natives attempt to help with, and injuries tended to for those who arrive in poor condition, a solution is presented. Though they certainly can't answer every question, Nerissa and Mhairi promise to help find the answers, and open the doors of the Coven to all new arrivals in the Looking-Glass House. The walk from the quaint cottage to the imposing structure ahead is lit only by magic provided by Miss Nessie and the Witches accompanying her, as well as the path of stepping stones coming aglow with each step that's taken across them. Beyond the courtyard, with its high, opalescent walls, a city can be seen. There are torches accompanying the flickering light posts outside, and the sounds of life clear even this far from the heart of Aefenglom, something that sounds like... merriment? Festivities are in full swing, even this close to dawn. The rest of the world continues on, even though you've arrived, confused and perhaps missing a few aspects of your usual persons. But while they certainly weren't expecting to spend the festival like this, the Coven has worked as quickly as it can. Their doors, decorated in cowslip flowers, are wide open - welcoming to the public, and to new arrivals as well. The Coven's main building has a surprisingly large front room, compared to its outside; the ceiling stretches ever onward, with stairs of the solidly-flush-against-the-wall variety and floating-ethereally-in-the-middle-of-things variety both. Magic and mundane intermingle as if meant to, with brooms inscribed with runes to clean making quick work of dirt and dust, shadowy figures opening and closing doors as people enter and exit, plates of snacks drifting around as if carried by invisible servers. The brooms are especially attentive to the door as new arrivals step in - they don't apologize for knocking into anyone, and really, anyone particularly scruffy will get swept at until the brooms are satisfied. None of this seems to mind the Witches coming in, with small murmurs of gratitude given to the busybody brooms instead of reprimands. Doors lead this way and that, on higher floors and on the ground floor, but runes glow by their frames in indecipherable patterns. Peculiar-looking devices - watches, the native Witches explain, compliments of Parliament - are passed around to all the new arrivals; they're given a quick rundown on their functions and bid to test them out when they can, and Nessie waits for things to calm before she steps up the floating stairs and addresses the room. "We'll see to it you all have lodgings for a bit, we will, but for now, the festival's still going on - if you couldn't tell!" She laughs a little, hands on her hips. "There's nothing we can do about things right now, so you might as well enjoy yourselves, you might. If any of you want to stay in 'til morning though, well, we can provide - just mind your manners, magic's real particular about them. At least," she winks, head tilting with the motion, "that's how I teach all my classes, it is." Those deciding to stay will be lead to doors that seem to follow no real pattern by native Witches; the rule is "two to a bed," so get cozy with the person next to you. They're the ones you'll be sleeping with tonight. The beds aren't too small - enough to accommodate at least three humans - and they're fairly comfortable too, for their old-looking age.

IV. BOALTINN For those who journey out into the city, they'll be sent off with a word of warning to keep out of trouble from Mhairi, to find everything still quite lively - and still quite unaware of what's taken place. There's very little left to the shadows, with dim light filling in the gaps between the flickering streetlamps and the extra candles and such people have put up themselves. Curiously, small bonfires seem to follow a pattern, culminating into a wide plaza in the center of the Residential District where a larger, brighter one burns, with people dancing around it, their clothing jingling softly with little bells hanging from their hems. The same is mirrored on the direct other side of the city - the only difference is in who's dancing. The Eastern Bonfire has more visibly humanoid beings enjoying themselves, while the Western Bonfire has creatures more monstrous in looks. Regardless, they all seem to be happy- And the reason is this: Boaltinn, a festival lasting the next two dusks. The nights and early mornings are filled with flickering firelight, while the morning and daytime have all but the small fires leading the way to the giant bonfires extinguished; the bonfires, however, stay lit. - and in general, it seems the city is quite happy, quite cheerful, and quite close. a. The Bonfires The main attraction of Boaltinn, as they are with any fire festival, the bonfires on each side of the city are tended to by various Monsters every hour of the day. While much of the scenes are similar - there's plenty of food to be shared, with those partaking in it cowed into sitting with someone else regardless of how familiar they might be, and children of all kinds play together and invite those sitting or watching to come too, in all manner of games, such as jacks, hopscotch, and running ribbons around the tall poles at the bonfires. But there are marked differences, too. The Eastern Bonfire primarily has humans or those that can pass as humanoid in attendance, and they're much friendlier to those who look similar to them; to those that look a little more monster-like, though, their replies are far more curt and their shoulders colder. The area around the bonfire is also littered with trinkets and baubles, all shiny and new and utterly forgotten by their playmates; the ribbon poles are similarly new, made professionally as if by commission. Characters are invited to try and jump through the bonfire's flames to burn away any poor relationship experiences, be it romantic or platonic, past or present; to aid them in this, those at the Eastern Bonfire will give those participating rune-etched accessories to protect them from the fire. Meanwhile, the Western Bonfire has primarily those who are more monstrous in looks, and they're similarly friendlier to those who resemble them, with a similar brusque and cold manner to those who look more human. The area around the bonfire is carefully kept clean, however, and the ribbon poles look handcrafted from lumber and grass, with tightly-woven knots and clumsily-made paper decorations. Those attending here are also invited to jump through the flames, but no such protection is offered; it's simply assumed that, as a Monster, you're likely much better at handling a little fire. b. A Little Entertainment It isn't only the bonfire celebrations that one can participate in, however. All throughout both the East and West Residential Districts, as well as a portion of the Shopping and Entertainment Districts, there's a number of stalls, stands, and stores available for perusal. Take a gander at the rest of the city and find something to do. Of note: Divination readings are available in various stalls, set up by Coven-official Witches as well as homegrown ones, with tarot cards that vary from pristine art pieces that one would almost hesitate to touch to the personally drawn and cut. They offer free readings, enticing all who pass by to join them at their table. Good or bad, the cards seem to bring with them lessons and words of wisdom, interpreted expertly by those handling them... or as expertly as possible; some readings seem a little unsure and muddy. Regardless of belief, those who take part in these readings will suddenly find their day going either exceptionally well or incredibly poor, depending on the overall feel of their reading. Carts and booths are available for one to partake in more food, however there's a stipulation to taking anything from these vendors: one must share this food with others, either in pairs or a group. While relations between humans and beasts seem to be a little frosty, they can be seen intermingling a tad more freely when it comes to this portion of the celebrations, sharing the treats and small meals that are being offered to everyone. The food available all seem to be those easy to hold in hand, not unlike modern-day food trucks; of note, the thin pancake wraps seem to be the most popular, with a bubbly drink similar to a milkshake filled to the brim with drinking straws for best sharing experience coming in second. Flavors are plentiful and varied, though they err closer to the fruits, vegetables, and spices side of the spectrum. Finally, the more pleasure-based businesses offer the chance to relax one's weary feet and take a chance with a little aromatherapy with their rose baths. While traditionally this had its roots in imbuing the bather with good tidings and blessings for the upcoming seasons (or so they'll say when asked), nowadays, it's simply become a luxury treatment for those needing a little TLC. The waters here do have the added bonus of making those who share them friendlier and more talkative with their partner(s) - and yes, all baths are a shared experience. Rather than being split by sex, baths are split by monster and human; co-ed bathing exists for those who don't mind mingling with the opposite species, and if really pressed, they can offer separate baths for different sexes, but their focus seems elsewhere. c. Impulsive Compulsion Throughout the whole festival, new arrivals, particularly those with magic talent gifted to them by the world, will feel like they can do anything and will push themselves to the limit. While not inherently detrimental, those who feel it will become more reckless, their inhibitions lessened and impulses heightened; trying new things is easy as pie, with any thoughts of fear left far in the back of their minds. While magic is highly discouraged on festival days, given their rest day quality, those under the spell of Boaltinn's madness will feel the temptation to try some anyway, regardless of knowing the proper way of performing it - perhaps it's about time to try out what one discovered in that strange dream... Those found doing magic will get a firm scolding, but no actual punishment; it's only looked down on, and they'll be cautioned against using too much. If any property damage occurs due to reckless magic use, however, there are fines; those without any money to their name can be recruited to pay it off by working at the buildings and stalls they may have accidentally damaged, serving people, looks, or whatever else the business might offer.

Welcome to the intro log! While mingling on the log itself is highly encouraged, feel free to make your own logs; take the prompts offered and go wild, go crazy, go stupid, have fun. The network system is free to use once characters have their watches as well; information on that can be found at the bottom of the Setting page, while any extra questions about it can be found in the FAQ index. Quests can be picked up now as well! While technically most of them won't start until after festivities, you can go ahead and put your name on some by replying to the May Quest Pickup thread on the Quest Board. Finally, if your character is getting into any Shenanigans, let the mods know and if you have any questions about the log, ask them here!

Comments

IV

[belligerentwarrior]

Don't pay 'em any mind. It ain't your festival.

[The flat drawl comes from the other end of the bench, a mostly empty cup lazily rolling between the stranger's palms. It felt weird, to be surrounded by a celebration like this—one that reminded her of Oerba, and the dumb dares her crew would get up to in their listless immortality—and not enjoying it. Unfamiliarity was no obstacle by this point, but... there was something about this ritual that soured Fang's mood.]

[webshoots]

Fifty-fifty. Contextually, I'm pretty sure I can figure it out.

[ that message comes first and there's a delay before the second one's sent where he decides whether he should introduce himself as peter parker, former science editor of the daily bugle (fired), former-ceo who tanked his own company, former photographer for the daily bugle (intermittently fired), or— ]

Hey, Keith. I'm Spider-Man, of Earth (not formerly), formerly of the Avengers and garden-variety neighborhood crime-fighter, carrier of groceries, and occasional babysitter.

I'm going to go out on a limb and guess that those are nonsense words to you, right?

Coven

[belligerentwarrior]

[For all the noise, Fang doesn't startle. She merely looks annoyed, instead.]

Oh, quit screamin'. Not like you bowled me over a cliff.

[Fang hadn't exactly been dozing, despite her best efforts. Her sari and jewelry were folded atop the room's little writing table, and her twin-headed lance propped up in the corner. The scarred woman's eyes flit up to Alex's bandaged head with a frown.]

[lifespanned]

[ It's true that it's highly suspicious that Ryuzaki - no, L - was outside in the rain. Not that she really knows what to make of it, or if there's anything she can deduce from that information. Instead, she's preoccupied with coming up with a good answer for him that won't lead to any suspicions of her whereabouts, and she knows she has to remember whatever she tells him. ]

The last thing I remember? Well, I'm pretty sure I was packing up all my stuff from the room I was staying in... you know, where Matsu and everyone was at! You guys were letting me leave finally, remember?

[ As if there is anywhere else she'd be referring to. It's safer to just say something close to the truth than pick something totally off-mark, she decides. She also decides that there is no need to keep her voice down while they talk about this in the open. ]

What does that have to do with this place? Is this some part of the investigation?

[ She highly, highly doubts that, but she never knows with L. And it is pretty suspicious that that's the first thing getting asked of her. ]

[guillotine]

[ A slow, measured sigh escapes her. What a terribly familiar description and reminder of the fluctuating perimeter of her own awareness. ]

You too, then.

Miss-- I haven't asked your name, I apologize, but we should probably not linger in this place. You've heard the bell ringing?

[guillotine]

[ Upon their mutual reveal, scandalous in many other contexts, some tension in her shoulders loosens. Nel is very ready to discard the cloak entirely if present company won't shriek and swoon, and does so, folding it neatly at the foot of the bed. ]

Correct. I took them willingly, when I was young. They... used to channel energy, though now they almost feel dead.

[ Her jaw clicks shut audibly once she realizes how much information was just freely offered. Best to watch the wag of her tongue around Alex's accidental charm, though she wants to ask if people normally chatter around her. ]

[plasticasshole]

The baths are shared. They're split between monster and human, so we would go into the human bath. Or the co-ed bath, if you don't mind bathing with monsters.

[Which feels like an odd sentence to say. He starts inside, though he does wait for Hank. He can tell he doesn't seem thrilled about the idea.]

What's bothering you?

[catasstrophy]

[Wait - he's actually doing it? Admittedly, the guy seemed like he'd been planning to from the start, but Konoe's heart still skips a beat now that it's happening after he so harshly told him to do it. If something goes wrong now, won't it be at least a little bit Konoe's fault?

He knows objectively that the odds of something going wrong are slim, or so many people wouldn't be raring to go, but his eyes still follow the dark-haired person with intense focus, until the guy lands safely on the other side. Unthinkingly, Konoe runs over: he has to confirm up close that everything is okay. He even sorta kinda almost manages to ignore the proximity of the fire to do so... though he still keeps some distance, and always makes sure there are other people between it and him, like a living barrier.]

... You did it.

[Well, that much is obvious. And it's not strictly a surprise, either, on a logical level. So why does Konoe still feel stupidly relieved?]

[catasstrophy]

It doesn't ring a bell.

[Another new arrival, then. That makes Konoe feel kind of bad: he certainly understands the wish to find someone from your own world to connect with. Strange how he never realized just how much he'd connected with people until they were suddenly in another world altogether...

Why this person would think Konoe is from his world, Konoe doesn't know, but since the question seemed sincere and positive enough, he's not wondering about that too much.]

My world is all -... [Cats. But he decided to hide his ears and tail as much as he could, didn't he? Even if he doesn't really mind revealing himself, it seems safer not to while he's still learning what's what in this place, and so he chooses not to finish his originally intended reply.] There isn't anybody who looks like you.

[juzubeads]

Yeah. Like a normal house cat size. Not like a big cat like a lion or whatever.

[He's obviously trying not to just blurt out that he is the Cat himself too. But he does almost perhaps in some way feel kind of grateful for this place? In that it might give him more time. More time to train, to improve, to possibly be spared his potential fate waiting for him back home. He's still unsure what to make of not feeling that bond anymore, that link to Akito. The Curse. Not that he has tested it by launching himself at any girls, to see if he transforms but. He doesn't feel that bond anymore, so he assumes it might be safe.]

it's gettin' hot in here

[catasstrophy]

[On the bright side: that's exactly the sort of thing that Konoe has been wondering. On the less bright side: it's still terrifying to imagine. Konoe lets out a breath so shaky, it's almost like a soft hiss. The fur on his ears and tail both is standing on end, and the entire space between them feels like it has fur standing on end, too, even if there's nothing there.]

I-I wonder...

[catasstrophy]

[You don't know that! You don't know what his weird apron-thing is hiding!! No, you're right.

That confrontational question sparks annoyance in Konoe once again, if only briefly.]

Why would I have a problem with that?

[Seriously, this whatever-he-is just keeps trying to pick a fight with him! And it's not like Konoe won't take him up on that if he insists, but he's just trying to show some interest, here.]

It just... seems lonely.

[juzubeads]

No. To.....to get away for a while.

[Kyo really doesn't want to go into that. The reasons he ran off like that for a while. Of course he is more used to living suburban for the most part, given he grew up initially with his parents and then at Kazuma's dojo before Shigure had taken him in.]

Learn...learn their magic or whatever that was?

[Kyo thinks it might be neat, sure. But he's Cursed. Or, he was back home, so he's probably more cautious or wary about this sort of thing in comparison to some others.]

[juzubeads]

I don't know. I'm not sure how this works or whatever. But....we got here with those mirrors, right? So they have to have something to do with us getting back.

[Or, Kyo assumes so? Like he said, he's got no more idea on this than Mary. But if that was how they arrived, surely that must be something to do with them returning home again. Not that he is sure how, but still. Even he could guess at that much.]

[catasstrophy]

[Konoe may not know lions or big cats in general except in catboy form, but he's always known about the Cats of old. Seeing one in a dream that time was -... Well, it was fun, but also a shock.]

They're so much smaller than I imagined, those Cats...

[Should he ask..? He kind of doesn't want to: it feels like it highlights what he doesn't know, making him seem dumb. But he's curious, and this guy seems nice enough.]

What's a lion?

[juzubeads]

A ward? Like a protection?

[Given his whole being the Cat, and the family of zodiac back home, Kyo can't help perhaps not being the most thrilled about magic or whatever. But he can't help being a little curious at least, even if he is still cautious, wary. He then tilts his head as he watches them at the fire before glancing back to Newt.]

Eh? Symbolic of what?

[usurpers]

Not yet. No one went through the mirror after me.

[grakraka]

[Although curious about what was to come after, he doesn't push it. All these conversations serve some function of information gathering but a smart person doesn't simply toss out questions and hounds leads—a smart person chooses to allow information to come in pieces naturally and investigate as needed. So Akechi allows the shift to pass without comment, smiling.]

Interesting. They seemed perfectly fine to me but I suppose I don't know what to think about any of this at the moment. [He just knows he doesn't trust until he has proof that he should.] I wonder if their attitudes will change after the festival? It seems everyone is too busy to understand our situation at the moment.

[He has no doubt some things won't change, though. Prejudice tends not to.]

I do hope they explain things better later on.

[ua_duibhne]

[The girl tugs at his arm again with a go get him, mister and ducks back behind him to where some of the other children are watching with intent expressions. Diarmuid kneels opposite him, pausing to give him a less than subtle sizing up, before answering.]

Knucklebones? [He picks up one of the jacks and turns it over in his hand curiously.] I'm unfamiliar with these pieces but I assume it's played the same way that I'm used to.

[Bounce the ball, pick up the pieces. Rohan might have more manual dexterity then all of these children put together but he's going to have a lot more trouble with a Servant. With a confident smile, he brushes that stray curl back from his face and sits back.]

How about we make a small wager?

[ipseite]

( that he applauds catches her off-guard; for a moment, she doesn't seem to know quite what to do with the apparent earnestness. she searches him for mockery, but he only offers interest, so—

a steadying breath. it is familiar, to run and leap in heavy skirts and corsetry, but she is slighter even than she should be and the heat is not insignificant. )

After a fashion, ( finally, turning her left hand over to examine, for a moment, the way the diamond on her ring glints in the firelight. bad luck.

bad luck. )

I wished to have one of the runes for my own.

[usurpers]

[ taking a quick look down at his hand (a worried one)— that’s not the kind of news he wanted to hear, especially after what it entails for him back home.

was it all— gone forever? humanity’s hope lost, etc. thing is, he can’t actually try it here, considering. giants. ]

I’ll need to try it somewhere— beyond these walls. [ . . . ] Something’s wrong, some people still had their powers.

[ipseite]

( the cool cloth is welcome—the confusion something she doesn't immediately know how to confront. her own reasons may be particular, but that it is a practice seems obvious enough and half a dozen equally reasonable and more immediate purposes should be as well.

she smothers her impatience, and smiles instead, a wordless thanks as she presses the cloth to her forehead and then her neck. for a moment she is a lifetime ago and a world away, complaining vociferously to prince romier of the dizzy speech of her companions, and she would trade a great deal to be there again for him to set his cane aside and rest his hand upon her shoulder, and bid her have patience or else get herself an injury like his own and be forgiven for her sharpness.

he was neither kind nor patient, but he saw the value of both. she misses him terribly. )

I wished to have one of the tokens for my own.

[subruo]

I mean, people do have to know the risks, right? I mean, one spark in the wrong place, and it all could be over...

[He looks like he's about to continue, but he seems to notice the tense aura around the other man, starting and stopping with a clearly concerned lilt to his tone. (He spares a glance for the ears and tail - not quite a surprising look to him, but he'll comment on it later.)]

...Hey, are you okay? You don't look so good.

[subruo]

Could have fooled me.

[A slight chuckle at that, but he drops the subject - whatever she has going on, better not to pry for now. Instead, he perks up at the question.]

Ah, yes! Same for you, right? [His smile edges into a grin.] There's a lot more of us than I thought...I guess it's good that we're all in the same boat, huh?

[usurpers]

The good kind.

[ you can feel that he’s loosening up around the shoulders. a little rough around the edges of one didn’t know how to deal with him, but— eren wasn’t a lone wolf. he thrived better with familiars, and considering he’s alone, he won’t mind.

even if he doesn’t quite know mikleo all that well. it’s a good start, and the creases on the young soldier’s face that makes him look too grave for his age lift some. as they start walking, eren digs his hand into his uniform’s coat pocket, unfolding a sheet of sketchbook paper. when he holds it out, there’re some drawings, rather good ones, of both western and easter dragons. no wyverns, but. ]

Is that what they look like for you?