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beyondthedoor2014-02-01 10:52 pm
queensconsort) wrote in beyondthedoor2014-02-01 10:52 pm
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→ getting settled in.
[As usual, he keeps himself wrapped up in his cloak. The ruby sanctum has settled down somewhat for the night, but the flurry of activity this morning will only repeat itself anew in a couple hours. Dragons don't sleep for long, after all, and they know that travelers from beyond the timelines will be here soon.
He should be glad, but he's just nervous. What can he do to avert the future he's lived? What will happen to him when he's finished? This world is familiar yet foreign to him, populated with the characters of his youth and completely different circumstances. They are not the Titans' children, yet here they are, under the threat of annihilation if they do not deal with the Burning Legion without the Dragon Soul.
Krasus seats himself at the base of a massive tree, feeling its life pulse through the earth beneath him. Flowers of all colors bloom around the roots, thornless and inviting. He reaches out to them with pale, tapering fingers. Despite his apparent age, they lean toward him, eager to please. He considers, and then he gently harvests some of the attractive flowers. He waves his hand briefly, conjuring a basket.
His ears perk. Krasus glances aside, sensing someone-- or a few someones-- nearby. The next thing he knows, there are tiny whelps sniffing experimentally at the flowers, nudging the basket.]
Hello, little ones. You have never seen a basket, have you?
[One of the whelps, pinkish of scale, gives an alarmed squeak as she tumbles over the edge into a fluff of foliage. The dragon mage feels his will to mope wilting. That whelp is followed by two, three, five more, until he has a bouquet of both blooms and babies. He sighs.]
... I suppose it can't be helped.
He should be glad, but he's just nervous. What can he do to avert the future he's lived? What will happen to him when he's finished? This world is familiar yet foreign to him, populated with the characters of his youth and completely different circumstances. They are not the Titans' children, yet here they are, under the threat of annihilation if they do not deal with the Burning Legion without the Dragon Soul.
Krasus seats himself at the base of a massive tree, feeling its life pulse through the earth beneath him. Flowers of all colors bloom around the roots, thornless and inviting. He reaches out to them with pale, tapering fingers. Despite his apparent age, they lean toward him, eager to please. He considers, and then he gently harvests some of the attractive flowers. He waves his hand briefly, conjuring a basket.
His ears perk. Krasus glances aside, sensing someone-- or a few someones-- nearby. The next thing he knows, there are tiny whelps sniffing experimentally at the flowers, nudging the basket.]
Hello, little ones. You have never seen a basket, have you?
[One of the whelps, pinkish of scale, gives an alarmed squeak as she tumbles over the edge into a fluff of foliage. The dragon mage feels his will to mope wilting. That whelp is followed by two, three, five more, until he has a bouquet of both blooms and babies. He sighs.]
... I suppose it can't be helped.
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Hearing his true name hurts briefly, a flicker in the flame that is her radiant being, but she recovers quick enough. Only someone who knew her on a deeper level than most of their flight could see it.
Someone like Korialstrasz.
One of her dead consorts and the youngest. His life had been short and he died a hero like many of the others. Now she hears otherwise? That he's been alone all this time and more importantly, what was he doing here when he's already passed at a young age? ]
Will doing so get in-between your good work? [ Naturally she falls to that. Here he's doing a good thing for both the younger races and their flights so Alexstrasza must place them first above all else. ] I cannot be a distraction as much as it pains me to admit that out loud.
There are things greater than my own needs and desires at work here, Korialstrasz.
[ She thought herself strong enough to say his name out loud, but here her bravery falters. The child in her other hand perks up, watching the two adults with a brief attention span before nuzzling back into the Life-Binder's face. ]