[post for falkor] calling for the good old days

Mar 07, 2011 20:24

She is calling again ( Read more... )

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9891_miles March 8 2011, 04:27:22 UTC
We're not sure what the luckdragon heard, but it's quite possible that he caught the calling, or had a strong intuition that someone was in need.

At any rate, his head peeks out from between two forlorn, snowy trees.

"Hello? Are you quite alright, Madam?"

Yes, this would be Falkor's bronze-bell voice, right there.

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ice_white_lady March 9 2011, 04:49:40 UTC
She looks up in surprise, because that voice was aloud and not human and the only other she knows like that is Cyril, but he would know on sight that she-

And then she sees Falkor and her eyes light. "You came," she says, and there is more relief than imperiousness in her voice. "Did you hear my call?"

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9891_miles March 11 2011, 05:17:38 UTC
"I guess you were lucky," the dragon replies. "I am Falkor. Are you alright?"

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ice_white_lady March 14 2011, 03:40:36 UTC
"Of course," she says, dismissively, though her expression is one of such relief that it belies that. She's glad, glad that she can still be heard, that someone listens. "I am Sybel, lady of Eld Mountain."

I am ice, I am untouchable.

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9891_miles March 14 2011, 04:50:02 UTC
"You are very far from home," Falkor replies, or rather, guesses. "Were you hoping that I might take you there?"

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ice_white_lady March 15 2011, 04:02:25 UTC
She lifts her head, and her eyebrows, at that. "Can you do such a thing? I have...attempted to leave this place before, and been unable to."

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9891_miles March 16 2011, 04:15:09 UTC
"I tried, a little," Falkor replies. "But it seems to have unseen boundaries, or a barrier of sorts. But I couldn't know if you knew, of course."

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ice_white_lady March 16 2011, 04:54:54 UTC
Sybel's face falls, a little, though she tries to hide it. "You have no magic that can breach these barriers, dragon?"

She won't ask for his name, not yet.

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9891_miles March 16 2011, 16:47:49 UTC
"I am a luckdragon," Falkor informs her sternly. "I don't perform magic tricks."

Duh.

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ice_white_lady March 17 2011, 02:43:29 UTC
"And yet you have magic," she insists. "My call was for those who have magic, those beings of legend and myth that most men only dream of."

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9891_miles March 17 2011, 16:43:42 UTC
"Hmmmm, luck is not magic, but I suppose luckdragons do partake in dreams," Falkor says thoughtfully. "It's nice to meet you - do you live in the big house too?"

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ice_white_lady March 18 2011, 03:05:22 UTC
"No," she says, slightly clipped, and staring at him with a frown. "What is your name? You are a luckdragon. They must tell stories of you, and yet I have never heard..."

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9891_miles March 19 2011, 06:02:43 UTC
"There are only few of my kind," Falkor says humbly. "It's alright." He settles around the tree, coils like the long snake that he is. "My name is Falkor."

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ice_white_lady March 20 2011, 02:38:36 UTC
"Falkor," she repeats, rolling the name around in her mouth. She will remember that, and remember it well. "Falkor the luckdragon. I am honored that you came to my summons. Tell me what you can of your kind - your rare kind.

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9891_miles March 20 2011, 20:08:50 UTC
"There isn't much to say," Falkor ponders. "But we serve the Auryn. That is important."

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ice_white_lady March 20 2011, 23:17:14 UTC
"And what is the Auryn?" She says, her voice having a bit more tension, now. A rival sorcerer? Something like Drede's dog, his creature-

She would wrest this being away, if that is the case. She has proven herself stronger.

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