38th Free Expedition ~ Action Post at Xanadu!

[sealedinscales]

[Just to reiterate, action post!]

The dragon swooped in low over the Xanadu gardens, feeling the wind rush over her scales. It was the only time she ever felt something close to contentment, being in the air above something that resembled nature. If she could've she might have tried to stay in the forest, but a creature like her needed room for

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[lyra_of_dust]

Lyra and Pan approached, Lyra holding her daemon in her arms as she walked forward.

When Angelus had requested that the two meet her, the agreement had been immediate, and worldless. After all, Angelus was like them, in a way no other human in the city was- a single being that was still only a part of a whole.

"We're here," Pantalaimon didn't speak often, letting Lyra do the speaking when other humans were concerned, but this was different.

[sealedinscales]

The red dragon watched them approach, the two beings as one. For a moment, she wondered about them. Even when she had first contacted them, they had an almost casual fearlessness towards her that was mildly surprising. They hadn't once balked at her size or race, nor had they fawned over her or threaten to defeat her. It was as if she was simply another being. It could have been because of their exposure to the City, of course, it was still something that marked itself in her mind.

She nodded to the daemon, and addressed the two of them directly. She wasn't the type to beat about the bush after all.

"The opinion I carried of the humans in my world does not fit many of the humans here." A pause and, perhaps for the first time, she asked a question about another species. A question that carried no condescending tone, nor hint of sarcasm or ill-humor "You have been here longer than I. Tell me. What do daemon and human think of the race of man?"

[lyra_of_dust]

Fear was not a word Lyra liked to use. Having traveled to other worlds before, seeing many who weren't human- and having lived in the city a while didn't hurt either. Fear wasn't something she could attach to someone who was so much like her.

"What do we-" Lyra began, and then paused, to gather her thoughts, "Think of the humans here?"

"They're different from us, from the humans of our world. Sometimes, it seems like most of the grownups act sillier, that some of the others are cruel... But a lot of them are kind, to. I suppose... They're people. Maybe not as wise as some others, but they're able to learn."

She looked up, calmly, "Does that explain it?"

[sealedinscales]

The dragon listened, turning the words over in her mind. She lifted her head to gaze back towards the city, and if she could have, she would have borne a troubled, thoughtful expression.

"The young are often more sensible than the adults. They are wise enough to know there is still much to learn."

She was silent for a while. "It has been decades since I have seen humans that might truly have something more than greed in their hearts. Perhaps the City can be more than a toybox for the gods."