Post by Lone Dancer on Sept 13, 2021 19:32:39 GMT
In her room, wrapped in a woven carpet of moss, Athena was settling down for sleep as stars shone softly above through the open window. Her mother was already asleep, the house quiet and still. Closing her eye, the calming and familiar voices of flora around faded away, and darkness covered her like a comfortable blanket.
A bell rung, a succinct sound that echoed within the wooden chamber. A nightwing slunk in through the round circular door, before perusing the small rows of neatly bottled herbs, or the open mini-gardens, where plants lay growing. Athena greeted him, as she trimmed down a slightly overgrown plant, placing the trimmings into a small glass jar.
The nightwing waited patiently until she was finished. When she was, she turned towards the waiting dark scaled dragon.
"Hello. Are you the supposed Athena?" They had an androgynous voice, that gave no hint of their gender. Athena nodded.
"Wonderful! I've been told you keep a great deal of herbs and other flora in store, and I've been looking this particular one, that I've been unable to find on my own. And I believe you have it"
Athena motioned for the nightwing to go, which they took in stride.
"It's called sanguis muscus." When that drew no reaction, they clarified, "You may know it better as blood moss." Athena thought it appropriate the glare at the nightwing. Blood moss was one of the few plants which were uncomfortable to listen or speak too, the constant whisperings of bloodlust and hunger unsettling. It was also one of the few plants that actively resisted her suggestions.
It had many uses, but almost all of them were to kill a creature. In rather unpleasant ways at that, as well. The black dragon raised their wings in a 'Peace, peace' motion.
"I know what your thinking, but I'm not planning to use it in that way!" Athena nodded slowly. The nightwing decided to explain themselves further.
"It's for a medicine! It's the last ingredient I need to save my brother. Please, I need it. I know you may not believe me, but what I'm saying is the truth." Athena sighed. She was probably making a great mistake, but she couldn't not help if it was true their brother was deathly sick. She told the nightwing to stay there, and receded down into the basement of her little story.
When she came back up, a dusty jar was thrust into the waiting claws of the nightwing. They heartily thanked Athena, but she was still shaking off the whispers. Even when almost dead, the blood moss was still oozing malicious intent and hunger.
She nodded, mindlessly accepting a small pouch of some currency, still trying to rid herself of the faint residue of bloodlust. It was also becoming strangely bright, and the shop around her was becoming more translucent and ethereal. She was beginning to float upwards, finding her shop fading away.
It was getting blindingly bright.
Athena woke up, the sun cheerfully sending its rays of light onto her face. Her dream was incredibly vivid, and she could still remember many details of it. Her mom poked her head in.
"Well look who's awake. Breakfasts ready"
Athena's pondering of her dream could wait, her stomach demanded food.
A bell rung, a succinct sound that echoed within the wooden chamber. A nightwing slunk in through the round circular door, before perusing the small rows of neatly bottled herbs, or the open mini-gardens, where plants lay growing. Athena greeted him, as she trimmed down a slightly overgrown plant, placing the trimmings into a small glass jar.
The nightwing waited patiently until she was finished. When she was, she turned towards the waiting dark scaled dragon.
"Hello. Are you the supposed Athena?" They had an androgynous voice, that gave no hint of their gender. Athena nodded.
"Wonderful! I've been told you keep a great deal of herbs and other flora in store, and I've been looking this particular one, that I've been unable to find on my own. And I believe you have it"
Athena motioned for the nightwing to go, which they took in stride.
"It's called sanguis muscus." When that drew no reaction, they clarified, "You may know it better as blood moss." Athena thought it appropriate the glare at the nightwing. Blood moss was one of the few plants which were uncomfortable to listen or speak too, the constant whisperings of bloodlust and hunger unsettling. It was also one of the few plants that actively resisted her suggestions.
It had many uses, but almost all of them were to kill a creature. In rather unpleasant ways at that, as well. The black dragon raised their wings in a 'Peace, peace' motion.
"I know what your thinking, but I'm not planning to use it in that way!" Athena nodded slowly. The nightwing decided to explain themselves further.
"It's for a medicine! It's the last ingredient I need to save my brother. Please, I need it. I know you may not believe me, but what I'm saying is the truth." Athena sighed. She was probably making a great mistake, but she couldn't not help if it was true their brother was deathly sick. She told the nightwing to stay there, and receded down into the basement of her little story.
When she came back up, a dusty jar was thrust into the waiting claws of the nightwing. They heartily thanked Athena, but she was still shaking off the whispers. Even when almost dead, the blood moss was still oozing malicious intent and hunger.
She nodded, mindlessly accepting a small pouch of some currency, still trying to rid herself of the faint residue of bloodlust. It was also becoming strangely bright, and the shop around her was becoming more translucent and ethereal. She was beginning to float upwards, finding her shop fading away.
It was getting blindingly bright.
Athena woke up, the sun cheerfully sending its rays of light onto her face. Her dream was incredibly vivid, and she could still remember many details of it. Her mom poked her head in.
"Well look who's awake. Breakfasts ready"
Athena's pondering of her dream could wait, her stomach demanded food.