[Action/Open] Stray Echoes

[hearmythu_um]

[Paarthurnax takes the advice he’s given seriously, and so for the most part Genessia’s citizens haven’t been disturbed by a dragon swooping over their heads at all hours of the day and night. Stillness and contemplation have been his watchwords for so long that this is just a change of scenery.

Although it is strange not to be lulled by the roaring

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[100deaths_a_day]

[Walking through the woods, and then...]

...What the hell is THAT?! [He's instantly on high alert. However, you have probably already heard him.]

[hearmythu_um]

[The Shout tells him that there's something human-shaped nearby - but the exclamation tells him more. It's no surprise that dragons are best at identifying people by their speech. There's a pause as he draws himself from meditation, then he turns his head toward the trees and calls out.]

Peace, fahdon. It is only my Voice.

[100deaths_a_day]

[....Oh. It was the dragon thing. Which the fact he can think that so calmly and sanely is.... pretty insane. He starts making his way towards where the dragon's voice is coming from.]

Your voice? Doesn't sound like anything I've ever heard.

[hearmythu_um]

[The dragon's waiting for him, perched comfortably on and over a small (and one can guess, empty) house.]

No. Perhaps that is fortunate. Few living mortals have heard the Thu'um... a Shout outside of battle. Though it is not battle I prepare for now.

[Paarthurnax thinks he should add that, to be safe.]

Drem Yol Lok, Dean.

[sixthdeadliest]

[Six is perched on another building, having seen the dragon land. He then hears the whispered words, the somewhat familiar sounds of the dragon language reaching his ears.]

[However, he knows better than to interrupt someone's meditations. He'll just stay close by until Paarthurnax is ready to speak to him.]

[hearmythu_um]

[By its nature, the Shout he practices is the best for keeping him aware in the midst of meditation. Still, for a while he simply focuses on the meaning of the words in his mind, until the power of their uttering sings through them clear and strong.]

Laas Yah Nir!

[They're more felt than heard, and they bring a heightened awareness of the life around him. He breathes deep, satisfied as he surveys his surroundings: tiny things in the walls beneath him, scattered humans whose presences burn like little torches... one closer and brighter and... quite high up.]

[He pauses and turns his head toward that presence. His voice rises from a whisper in greeting.]

...Drem Yol Lok.

[sixthdeadliest]

Drem Yol Lok.

[He's still stumbling over the pronunciation, but he's getting better.]

I hope I didn't interrupt, Paarthurnax.

[hearmythu_um]

I have been recalling certain rotmulagge... Words of Power that I have not used in years. But not all interruptions are unwelcome. Especially not one so courteous.