A Grand Tour?
Characters: Zedd Wizardsgrace, Gladius gladdest_one, and anyone else who shows up (will edit as they arrive)
When: Friday, July 25, in the evening
Where: The Storage Facility in the Southwest Quarter, between Arro's Neighbourhood and Ichigo's Library
Rating: PG, I think...
Summary: Zedd examines storage facility while looking for a place to hold a gathering to discuss the ( Read more... )
When: Friday, July 25, in the evening
Where: The Storage Facility in the Southwest Quarter, between Arro's Neighbourhood and Ichigo's Library
Rating: PG, I think...
Summary: Zedd examines storage facility while looking for a place to hold a gathering to discuss the ( Read more... )
At the request for a piece of cloth, he hopped back to his feet and looked around for something that could work. Spying a newspaper across the street, he trotted over to it and grabbed a corner with his teeth before carrying it back and setting it on the ground. "I don't mind, Sir! I'm a little interested in what magic from other worlds is like. And yes, I'm ready! I'm glad I met you here since..."
His paws shuffled a little on the ground and he gave what could have been interpreted as an embarrassed smile. "I forgot to ask where the location was. But I don't disagree with changing the setting. I think we'd need some shelves in there, maybe a desk or two to work at. And chairs. And we'll need some lanterns for light at night."
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Carefully, he tore a small piece of the paper off the top, and laid it on the ground, smoothing it out. Each pass of his hands increased the size and weight of the paper, until it was enough to hold some of the cores. He folded it up and sealed the corners, grinning at the dragon. "In they go!" He dropped the cores in the bag, rolled up the paper, and stuck it under his arm. "Nothing to it, eh?" He winked and stood up.
"I didn't really look, either," he admitted. "I think it's that way, though. I noticed some larger buildings over there." He pointed a couple of streets away. "I think."
He nodded absently. "Shelves, yes, yes. I imagine we'll need a number of tables, too. Hmm, that's right. There isn't much we can do for light, is there? None of the globes, no guide torch, nothing. A shame, really. We'll see if other people have any ideas, too. There doesn't seem to be an abundance of resources that are easy to get at.
"Oh, and while I'm thinking about it, any more of these you see, let's grab them, shall we?" He pats the newspaper fondly. "May give us an idea what happened before...this happened."
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"Wow! I think I've heard of spells that can increase or decrease the size of an object, but I've never really seen them done. Most of my focus have been on elemental spells."
He picked up the back of apples and gently hooked the now lighter bag over a back spine, tucking one wing against it. "Well, with the two of us looking, we should be able to find it, and maybe we'll meet someone else on the way!"
He danced a few steps forward, turning his head and giving the air a few sniffs. Plenty of people had passed by earlier, but he didn't recognize any of the scents and there wasn't anyone else currently around. His head turned up toward the sky. It was cloudy and without a visible or moon or torches on buildings, it was growing dark rather quickly.
"I might be able to help with light," he suggested, almost quietly as he looked around the area before bounding over to a building. The window was broken and he grabbed a part of the broken sill and pulled back, breaking the wood off the wall. Setting it on the ground, he took a few steps back and stood his ground, channeling lightning around him before sending it crackling onto the piece of wood. It splintered as the lightning bolt hit it, but a spark lit on the end and soon it burst into flames. Picking up the other end in his mouth, he padded back over, quite proud of his makeshift torch.
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"I don't feel anyone nearby, but if we're lucky, a few of my other friends will come and take a look at this with us. I don't want to make the choice on my own, but since I started this, I should probably have an idea, I think." He watched the dragon dash away, and come back with a torch that, while functional, seemed a bit dangerous to Zedd, as well.
"Let me show you another bit of magic," he said cheerfully, and carefully wove a shield under the fire, and strengthened it so that it would burn longer than usual on the limited fuel he'd given it. "Now, we won't have to worry about getting burned." He studied the set up for a moment, and then laughed, holding out his hand. "Here, I'll take it. I'm a bit taller, and I don't have to hold it in my mouth. I'll admit, I'd like the conversation, my boy."
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"I guess I still have a lot to learn. But maybe it doesn't run in my veins as strongly as my clutchsiblings. My oldest clutchsister is the best at magic. She already has third-level spells mastered. The council says she'll be a good mage once she's older."
His mouth closed with a small click and he looked sheepishly. "...Sorry, the council says I talk to much. Um, we should get moving now."
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"Look, we all have a lot to learn. I certainly do! I've been practicing magic since I was a young boy,and I can't do half of what I'd like to do." He smiled. "All we can hope for is to keep learning, and keep getting better. That's the important thing." He smiled at the dragon.
"And I don't think you talk too much. I like to talk! Talking is a good way to share ideas, you know. Shall we be off? You can talk all you want, or even ask questions, how's that sound?"
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He paused and gave a sheepish smile. "Yes, let's begin walking. And that does sound nice. But you must be a really powerful wizard."
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He walks along in silence, thinking over the final question. Finally, he shrugged. "I may be powerful, but that doesn't matter. It's more important to know what power to use, and how much. Discretion is a better trait than power." He smiles to himself, mostly. "If I can accomplish something without using any magic at all, then I don't use magic. It is a tool, a means to an end. Magic doesn't exist for its own sake."
He glanced at Gladius. "If a man had the strongest magic you'd ever heard of, but the only spell he could cast was the strongest spell, what good would he be to anyone, except for on the battle field? He could heal no one, he could fix nothing, he could do none of the things that magic does best. He couldn't even make a torch...and you can, even if you haven't memorized the third level spells."
Zedd paused, and smiled at the dragon. "Do you understand? Magic isn't as important as the mind that is using it. A butter knife and sword both have blades, but who would butter their biscuits with a sword?"
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"That makes sense. I guess respect comes into that. You could be a powerful mage, but if you never did anything good with your abilities, who would listen to you? And say if you were only using powerful spells to try to impress people or prove your worth, that's not very respectful either. There's no need to bellow when a whisper will do. That's what my teacher says."
He gave a tiny sigh, his head falling down slightly. "...I miss my teacher."
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"If I could send you home right now, little one, I would. But before we can go home to our families, we need to figure out how. I am sorry." Softly, Zedd reached out and patted the dragon on the head.
"I promise that I won't stop until we can all go home...whatever that means to us. And a wizard keeps his promises." He stood, slowly. "Would you like to talk about your teacher? Or we could talk about food. What's your favourite thing to eat?"
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He gave a small tilt of his head as he lifted it slightly, a tiny smile on his face. "So it's kinda like a really big adventure and I think Araseth will be proud of me when I come back. She's a great teacher. She knows a lot about the forests and hunting and history. But... sometimes at night when she's telling us stories around the fire she looks really sad. She's missing her wings too and she never talks about it when we ask her."
He paused to give a long stretch and scratch his side with a hind paw. He remembered the day before he left for Araseth's forest. The other dragons had spoken in whispers and hissed her name with such disdain it had scared him to leave.
"...But I really like her a lot. I'll be sad when I'm done with my training, but I'm sure I can visit her. And um, food? ...I like deer!"
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"Come on. Should be just around the corner up ahead." He smiled. "Is it rare to lose wings? I can imagine why she might be sad, then. She must find it nice that her students like her enough to come back, even after training is over."
He laughed softly. "I don't suppose you like your venison cooked, Gladius."
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"And losing a wing?" His own wings gave a tiny flutter, unfolding out then folding back in, a serious expression crossing his face. "...Even in fights between dragons wings might be torn or injured, but they're never removed. It's a punishment, one of the worst ones a dragon can receive."
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He listened, and nodded after a time.
"I would have to be serious, wouldn't it? Well, she is still your teacher, and you still care for her, yes? I think that is all that matters. Let her know that as soon as you see her again."
With that, Zedd turned the corner, and there was a large fence, with a gate that was chained poorly, so that it hung open most of the way. Behind that was what had to be the storage facility.
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The dragon gave a firm nod, a small smile on his face. "I know. I don't care what she did in the past. She's a good teacher and I like her a lot. I just wish she didn't look so sad all the time. But I will! Though I have a feeling she's going to hit me when I come home."
He gave the side of his head a small rub as if he could already feel the small bruise before padding after the wizard. Coming to a stop in front of the gate, he looked at it, rising up on his paws to give it a push. The chains strained a little and gave slightly and he gave another, harder, push on the gate. The metal rattled loudly again and Gladius stepped away from it, turning his head to the side in contemplation. Bolting forward, he slammed into the gate with the side of his body. The chains snapped and the gate flung back at the force of the impact, crashing back into the fence.
"...Its kinda scary," Gladius commented as he padded past the fence and looked at the large building.
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