A Nighttime Stroll ((Raistlin, open RP))

[raistlin_black]

The majority of Raistlin's time had been spent either in the library, researching the darkest magics that he could locate, or out in the Forbidden Forest, where he could pratice without any absurd interruptions from the school or the insanity that seemed to permeate the walls of the place

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[ariemorytwo]

No dragon here, but if a young woman strolling the grounds alone didn't catch Raistlin's interest, the arcane pelt in which she was swathed might do so?

[raistlin_black]

Women ceased to hold much appeal for the wizard many years ago. But the odd pelt she was wearing was.. interesting. Raistlin altered his path to intersect with hers.

"An odd choice of outerwear given the time of year. How did you happen to come by something so rare?"

[ariemorytwo]

The ruined voice grated across Ariane's awareness - if she'd been a dog, her ears would've flattened. To her, the connotations were of exposure to silicates, to Cyteen's toxic outback. Not personal and present danger, but past danger faced long ago; the toll exacted by a frontier hostile to human life.

She paused, politely, in her walk, and answered with her usual straightforwardness.

"It was a gift," she said. "After the bear attack, I feel safer with this than without it."

[raistlin_black]

His eyebrows rose beneath his dark hood. "The pelt of the magical creature. A rare find indeed."

The wizard coughed raggedly and continued in a low, harsh whisper. "It seems it would attract more attention than deter another onslaught."

[mightiest_black]

Due to a spot of spellwork gone awry, Ancalagon had reverted in age and was currently pint-sized -- which for him meant about twice the size of a draught horse. He might have still been a fearsome sight even in his diminutive form if not for what he was doing.

He would crouch, cat-like, as low to the ground as possible, perfectly still save for the rapid twitching of his tail tip which preceded a high leap into the air. His wings remained tightly folded back against his body as not to slow him down, and he would land several yards away, his forepaws cupping something in the grass. A peek at what he'd caught generally resulted in it flittering away, yelling shrilly, and the pouncing cycle would repeat.

There were pixies infesting the lawn, which had proved irresistible to the now-young dragon.

[raistlin_black]

A cloud of annoyed pixies zipping past his head was the first indication that something was happening in the grass just beyond the small hill. Curious, Raistlin went to investigate. The first thing he caught sight of was the quickly twitching tail of a young dragon.

His thin lips twisted in the faintest, barest, idea of a smile as the dragon pounced and captured another pixie who soon escaped in a burst of indignant light and chiming.

The deep blue-black shimmer of scales, and a familiar crest told Raistlin after a moment's consideration who he was observing. After all, there were few ancient black dragons that resided on the grounds of the school.

Mighty Ancalagon.. rendered young again.

Fascinating.