Dalarion's arrival story
Here, finally, is the arrival story of Dalarion I was talking about earlier. Go gently with me, this is my second photo story, and the first one of this length. And pardon the poor lighting conditions and other technical details, my camera wasn't cooperating with me XD Oh yes, and a warning for dial-up users: there are 26 pictures. The pictures aren't overtly big, though.
A teaser pic
And then on to the story:
Dalarion: *looks around* So I have finally come home... Rather small, if I may point out... I was not waiting for a mansion and a host of servants, but this is small by any standards...
Hanashi: You can’t expect more than two rooms and a kitchen from a student apartment. Besides, we’ll be moving soon to a bigger house.
Dalarion: *nods* This will do, then. I must point out, however, that I greatly dislike the excess of daylight during the summer in this country.
Hanashi: Well, here lives someone who might be able to help you about that.
Dalarion: Excellent. Would you now escort me to where I am supposed to reside?
Hanashi: Sure.
Dalarion: *sits down* Such an elegant chair!
Hanashi: I was thinking this room could now practically be yours - after all, Meme rarely uses it.
Dalarion: Meme?
Hanashi: Yes, a young elven boy who also lives here.
Dalarion: Ah, he must have been the one who has constantly tried to chase after my spirit via telepathy... Is he also the one who will help me with the daylight dilemma?
Hanashi: Yes. He is a black mage, so he should know spells to protect night creatures from the sun.
Dalarion: That is good news.
Hanashi: Where did you put your sword?
Dalarion: I placed it next to the things I assume to be shoes... Whose are they?
Hanashi: Meme’s.
Dalarion: *lifts an eyebrow* He - and I’m beginning to use the term loosely now - has an... interesting taste for footwear.
Hanashi: *laughs* I’ll leave you now to settle down. If you want to see Meme, he’s sleeping in his bedroom. *leaves*
Dalarion: *chuckle* Most peculiar shoes... I think all courtesy demands me to pay a visit to the black mage of the house...
Meme: *sleeping calmly - until he is startled awake by a familiar sensation*
Meme: *thinks* It’s here again... the presence... What does he want?! Looming about... It’s been going on for months now... But it’s never been this strong...
Dalarion: Good evening.
Meme: *is startled up*
Dalarion: *chuckles* I did not mean to startle you like that.
Meme: *props himself up, huffed* Who are you and what do you want? This is my bedroom!
Dalarion: Of course, how rude of me. I shall wait for you in the living room until you have properly dressed. *thinking* I’d thought of a lady’s boudoir instead of a young man’s bedroom... *aloud* Interesting choice of décor, if I may add...
Meme: *grabs a pillow and threatens to throw it after Dalarion who is already leaving* Out. Out!
Dalarion: *closes the door behind him, chuckles*
Meme: *confused* What was that all about...? Better dress up and see what he wants...
Dalarion: *reads, closes the book as Meme arrives* Well, you most certainly took your time. You must be Meme.
Meme: *huffed* Well, excuse me! And it’s Count Renoimé Celéa An’Sajores to you! Who are you, what are you, and why have you been lurking about as a presence before this? And by the way, that’s my chair.
Dalarion: *an amused chuckle*
Dalarion: As for who I am, I am Dalarion de Verre, a nobleman from Florence. As for what I am, you should know. I can see you have been touched by the creatures of the night before. And, as it happens, I am to share this chair with you from now on. So informed me our benevolent lady of the house.
Meme: *still huffed* Speaking of her... I have disliked your looming about her. It seems to have caused her great worry. Stay away from her from now on!
Dalarion: You have confused the cause and the result. My spiritual presence did not cause her distress - it was the lack of my physical presence that did.
Meme: *dubiously, with a hint of sarcasm* Oh really?
Dalarion: I assure you.
Meme: Fine. I’ll take your word for it - for now.
Dalarion: I greatly appreciate the gesture.
Dalarion: But you still have not answered your question for me. What am I? I would like you to find the answer to your question with your own skills.
Meme: *hops on the table and looks at Dalarion thoughtfully - has clearly lowered his defenses* You aren’t a mortal, that’s clear... Nor a demon - I know their kind... *drifts momentarily into memories that clearly are not unpleasant*
Dalarion: *waits patiently, a small smile curls the corners of his lips - he loves to tease*
Meme: *still pondering, trying to read the peculiar sensations Dalarion emits*
Meme: *accusingly* You’re avoiding me again!
Dalarion: *faking innocent* Me? Avoiding? Would I do a thing like that?
Meme: No matter how many times I have tried to capture even a hint of your "self", you have always evaded me!
Dalarion: *chuckle* I confess. I have greatly enjoyed teasing you. I am a vampire... Speaking of which, our beloved lady of the house mentioned that you might be able to help me with a certain dilemma concerning the daylight... After all, you are a black mage - though one mightn’t believe it with the first glance... *chuckle*
There you go, hope you enjoyed, do leave me feedback, so I can learn =^~^=
And then the omake pic:
A teaser pic
And then on to the story:
Dalarion: *looks around* So I have finally come home... Rather small, if I may point out... I was not waiting for a mansion and a host of servants, but this is small by any standards...
Hanashi: You can’t expect more than two rooms and a kitchen from a student apartment. Besides, we’ll be moving soon to a bigger house.
Dalarion: *nods* This will do, then. I must point out, however, that I greatly dislike the excess of daylight during the summer in this country.
Hanashi: Well, here lives someone who might be able to help you about that.
Dalarion: Excellent. Would you now escort me to where I am supposed to reside?
Hanashi: Sure.
Dalarion: *sits down* Such an elegant chair!
Hanashi: I was thinking this room could now practically be yours - after all, Meme rarely uses it.
Dalarion: Meme?
Hanashi: Yes, a young elven boy who also lives here.
Dalarion: Ah, he must have been the one who has constantly tried to chase after my spirit via telepathy... Is he also the one who will help me with the daylight dilemma?
Hanashi: Yes. He is a black mage, so he should know spells to protect night creatures from the sun.
Dalarion: That is good news.
Hanashi: Where did you put your sword?
Dalarion: I placed it next to the things I assume to be shoes... Whose are they?
Hanashi: Meme’s.
Dalarion: *lifts an eyebrow* He - and I’m beginning to use the term loosely now - has an... interesting taste for footwear.
Hanashi: *laughs* I’ll leave you now to settle down. If you want to see Meme, he’s sleeping in his bedroom. *leaves*
Dalarion: *chuckle* Most peculiar shoes... I think all courtesy demands me to pay a visit to the black mage of the house...
Meme: *sleeping calmly - until he is startled awake by a familiar sensation*
Meme: *thinks* It’s here again... the presence... What does he want?! Looming about... It’s been going on for months now... But it’s never been this strong...
Dalarion: Good evening.
Meme: *is startled up*
Dalarion: *chuckles* I did not mean to startle you like that.
Meme: *props himself up, huffed* Who are you and what do you want? This is my bedroom!
Dalarion: Of course, how rude of me. I shall wait for you in the living room until you have properly dressed. *thinking* I’d thought of a lady’s boudoir instead of a young man’s bedroom... *aloud* Interesting choice of décor, if I may add...
Meme: *grabs a pillow and threatens to throw it after Dalarion who is already leaving* Out. Out!
Dalarion: *closes the door behind him, chuckles*
Meme: *confused* What was that all about...? Better dress up and see what he wants...
Dalarion: *reads, closes the book as Meme arrives* Well, you most certainly took your time. You must be Meme.
Meme: *huffed* Well, excuse me! And it’s Count Renoimé Celéa An’Sajores to you! Who are you, what are you, and why have you been lurking about as a presence before this? And by the way, that’s my chair.
Dalarion: *an amused chuckle*
Dalarion: As for who I am, I am Dalarion de Verre, a nobleman from Florence. As for what I am, you should know. I can see you have been touched by the creatures of the night before. And, as it happens, I am to share this chair with you from now on. So informed me our benevolent lady of the house.
Meme: *still huffed* Speaking of her... I have disliked your looming about her. It seems to have caused her great worry. Stay away from her from now on!
Dalarion: You have confused the cause and the result. My spiritual presence did not cause her distress - it was the lack of my physical presence that did.
Meme: *dubiously, with a hint of sarcasm* Oh really?
Dalarion: I assure you.
Meme: Fine. I’ll take your word for it - for now.
Dalarion: I greatly appreciate the gesture.
Dalarion: But you still have not answered your question for me. What am I? I would like you to find the answer to your question with your own skills.
Meme: *hops on the table and looks at Dalarion thoughtfully - has clearly lowered his defenses* You aren’t a mortal, that’s clear... Nor a demon - I know their kind... *drifts momentarily into memories that clearly are not unpleasant*
Dalarion: *waits patiently, a small smile curls the corners of his lips - he loves to tease*
Meme: *still pondering, trying to read the peculiar sensations Dalarion emits*
Meme: *accusingly* You’re avoiding me again!
Dalarion: *faking innocent* Me? Avoiding? Would I do a thing like that?
Meme: No matter how many times I have tried to capture even a hint of your "self", you have always evaded me!
Dalarion: *chuckle* I confess. I have greatly enjoyed teasing you. I am a vampire... Speaking of which, our beloved lady of the house mentioned that you might be able to help me with a certain dilemma concerning the daylight... After all, you are a black mage - though one mightn’t believe it with the first glance... *chuckle*
There you go, hope you enjoyed, do leave me feedback, so I can learn =^~^=
And then the omake pic: