Post by Lone Dancer on Jul 22, 2022 0:55:28 GMT
The lack of the normally ever present weights Shard wore, made him feel like he was going to float away without anything to anchor him down. Trying to walk was awkward as he would send himself flying forward before tumbling into the soft grass and soil. Teach merely followed behind, chuckling at Shard’s mishap.
“Adjusting is always something, ain’t it.”
Shard nodded, too preoccupied with spitting out the dirt in his mouth.
“Phsh, that tastes awful!” Rubbing his tongue with his claws, Shard tried to scrape it all off, before spitting some more. It didn’t help he kept smacking himself in the face trying to gently move his forearm.
“A varied diet is a healthy diet,” quipped Teach. Shard spat some of the grass in their direction, causing the hovering mask to pull back a bit, before chuckling some more.
“Well, I decided it would be good for you to enjoy a break, and see the fruits of your labor. I don’t you fully realize how much progress you’ve made with how much I scale up my lessons. As you may have noticed, you’re able to act with more force and speed than you originally were capable off.”
Shard, having finally got the last of the soil out of his mouth, dryly remarked;
“Alright, when’s the surprise attack.”
“Not much of a surprise if I forewarn you. Besides, this is a legitimate break! There’s a town nearby, thought you would want to socialize with others of your own kind.”
Now that Teach brought it up, Shard didn’t know the last time he saw another dragon. Moons, he didn’t even know how long he’s been learning under Teach. H started to have flashbacks to his life prior. Every socially awkward moment in his life decided to strike him across the face.
“I’ll take that look on your face as a positive note. Anyhow, we’re nearby the pathway to aforementioned town. I’ll hand ya some currency, and you can go relax, chill, burn the place down, I don’t really care.”
“I see.”
“Well, once you’re ready, lets hit the road!”
Shard carefully stretched out, doing his best to be as mindful of his movements as possible, lest he flung himself again. Once he was comfortable in his gait, he followed after the floating mask.
Just before the town came into sight, Teach just became a magenta rainwing. Just, blink, mask, blink, dragon. A feminine voice erupted from their mouth. He, she(?), they spoke.
“I’m going to mingle if you will, see what others of your kind is like in modern day.”
Shard had absolutely no idea how to react to Teach not being the familiar floating masculine mask. So they just nodded, accepted the change, and moved on. They’ve been shown weirder.
“Don’t go skinning them all alive or something.”
“Despite your many statements, I’m actually not a sadist.”
“Mhmm.”
Teach decided to not react further, and simply trekked onwards into a direction. Teach paused, before tossing back a simple leather pouch filled with currency. Shard caught it, and merely ignored the mental dissonance from what he was used to. He could deal with casual shape-shifting.
As the town entered sight, they increased their pace. By that, Shard meant he experimented with putting more oomph into his step. Still adapting to walking without weights, he misjudged, and sent himself careening forward, tumbling and skidding all the way over.
After having ripped through the grass, and dirt now caked between their scales, Shard shakily stood up, much to the snickers of what appeared to be bored guarddragons.
He was too busy brushing himself off to be embarrassed.
“Bad landing, huh?” One the guards asked, pushing up a poorly fitted helmet.
“You could say,” Shard replied, shaking his wings a few times to make sure they were okay. Thankfully, they were. Teach was nowhere in sight, until he spotted them somehow already inside the town.
The guard grunted, drawing Shard’s attention back to them.
“Welcome to Fairview Meadows, please enjoy your stay. Breaking the law will result in either fines or jail time.” They rattled off, back to being bored. Shard nodded, and walked in.
Now within town bounds, they were awash with sensory input. All at once the chatter, smells, and visual stimuli hit them. Shard found himself processing multiple conversations around him, he was getting somewhat dizzy from the whirl of shifting colors as dragons bustled through and fro.
Clearing his mind, he did his best to filter it all out. Various tents, shops, stalls, and some homes decorated the place. Dragons from every tribe roamed its roads. All in all, a very busy place.
And he had absolutely no idea what to do. Curious, he decided to look at the town in a different view, a more magically oriented one. Blinking his eyes, he immediately switched back to normal vision, trying to not gag.
All the dragons here were so clogged, gunked up, and all around filthy in their channels. How were any of them still operating in this condition, good moons, was he once like this? He was so used to the learned purity that Teach taught him, the refinement and purging of the metaphysical gunk. None of these dragons had any such benefit.
As he walked aimlessly forward, lost in thought, a smaller dragon bumped into him, a skywing. He didn’t even realize what occurred until he came too, tightly gripping the outstretched arm that tried to nab his money pouch.
“Oh, I’m sorry, my bad.” Shard promptly let the skywing free, and they scampered off without a word or glance back. No other dragons seem to have noticed that little interaction, so Shard carried on.
Looking around, he tried to spot any suitable area to “chill” as Teach put it. He wasn’t able to take a few more steps before yet another small skywing bumped into him, and yet again, his claw found itself tightly gripping their forearm that tried to reach for Shard’s coin pouch. The skywing struggled, but Shard did not lose his grip.
“I kindly request that you could not. It would be appreciated.” Shard spoke the skywing. They mumbled something along the lines of “sure, yes” before following in the footsteps of the other, scampering off.
This time, some dragons took note of this interaction, and filed it away, interested in this curious icewing.
Finally, Shard chanced onto an interesting location. What appeared to be a tavern. With an emblem of a moose on a sign at the top, Shard walked through the draping rug that acted as separation from the outside, and just barely avoided stepping onto a wooden board that seemed off to his sense.
Some dragons were looking his way, obviously waiting for something, but whatever they were looking for didn’t happen, so they went back to what they were doing prior. The bardragon behind the counter-top spoke.
“Welcome to the Wooden Moose, whaddya want.”
“Adjusting is always something, ain’t it.”
Shard nodded, too preoccupied with spitting out the dirt in his mouth.
“Phsh, that tastes awful!” Rubbing his tongue with his claws, Shard tried to scrape it all off, before spitting some more. It didn’t help he kept smacking himself in the face trying to gently move his forearm.
“A varied diet is a healthy diet,” quipped Teach. Shard spat some of the grass in their direction, causing the hovering mask to pull back a bit, before chuckling some more.
“Well, I decided it would be good for you to enjoy a break, and see the fruits of your labor. I don’t you fully realize how much progress you’ve made with how much I scale up my lessons. As you may have noticed, you’re able to act with more force and speed than you originally were capable off.”
Shard, having finally got the last of the soil out of his mouth, dryly remarked;
“Alright, when’s the surprise attack.”
“Not much of a surprise if I forewarn you. Besides, this is a legitimate break! There’s a town nearby, thought you would want to socialize with others of your own kind.”
Now that Teach brought it up, Shard didn’t know the last time he saw another dragon. Moons, he didn’t even know how long he’s been learning under Teach. H started to have flashbacks to his life prior. Every socially awkward moment in his life decided to strike him across the face.
“I’ll take that look on your face as a positive note. Anyhow, we’re nearby the pathway to aforementioned town. I’ll hand ya some currency, and you can go relax, chill, burn the place down, I don’t really care.”
“I see.”
“Well, once you’re ready, lets hit the road!”
Shard carefully stretched out, doing his best to be as mindful of his movements as possible, lest he flung himself again. Once he was comfortable in his gait, he followed after the floating mask.
Just before the town came into sight, Teach just became a magenta rainwing. Just, blink, mask, blink, dragon. A feminine voice erupted from their mouth. He, she(?), they spoke.
“I’m going to mingle if you will, see what others of your kind is like in modern day.”
Shard had absolutely no idea how to react to Teach not being the familiar floating masculine mask. So they just nodded, accepted the change, and moved on. They’ve been shown weirder.
“Don’t go skinning them all alive or something.”
“Despite your many statements, I’m actually not a sadist.”
“Mhmm.”
Teach decided to not react further, and simply trekked onwards into a direction. Teach paused, before tossing back a simple leather pouch filled with currency. Shard caught it, and merely ignored the mental dissonance from what he was used to. He could deal with casual shape-shifting.
As the town entered sight, they increased their pace. By that, Shard meant he experimented with putting more oomph into his step. Still adapting to walking without weights, he misjudged, and sent himself careening forward, tumbling and skidding all the way over.
After having ripped through the grass, and dirt now caked between their scales, Shard shakily stood up, much to the snickers of what appeared to be bored guarddragons.
He was too busy brushing himself off to be embarrassed.
“Bad landing, huh?” One the guards asked, pushing up a poorly fitted helmet.
“You could say,” Shard replied, shaking his wings a few times to make sure they were okay. Thankfully, they were. Teach was nowhere in sight, until he spotted them somehow already inside the town.
The guard grunted, drawing Shard’s attention back to them.
“Welcome to Fairview Meadows, please enjoy your stay. Breaking the law will result in either fines or jail time.” They rattled off, back to being bored. Shard nodded, and walked in.
Now within town bounds, they were awash with sensory input. All at once the chatter, smells, and visual stimuli hit them. Shard found himself processing multiple conversations around him, he was getting somewhat dizzy from the whirl of shifting colors as dragons bustled through and fro.
Clearing his mind, he did his best to filter it all out. Various tents, shops, stalls, and some homes decorated the place. Dragons from every tribe roamed its roads. All in all, a very busy place.
And he had absolutely no idea what to do. Curious, he decided to look at the town in a different view, a more magically oriented one. Blinking his eyes, he immediately switched back to normal vision, trying to not gag.
All the dragons here were so clogged, gunked up, and all around filthy in their channels. How were any of them still operating in this condition, good moons, was he once like this? He was so used to the learned purity that Teach taught him, the refinement and purging of the metaphysical gunk. None of these dragons had any such benefit.
As he walked aimlessly forward, lost in thought, a smaller dragon bumped into him, a skywing. He didn’t even realize what occurred until he came too, tightly gripping the outstretched arm that tried to nab his money pouch.
“Oh, I’m sorry, my bad.” Shard promptly let the skywing free, and they scampered off without a word or glance back. No other dragons seem to have noticed that little interaction, so Shard carried on.
Looking around, he tried to spot any suitable area to “chill” as Teach put it. He wasn’t able to take a few more steps before yet another small skywing bumped into him, and yet again, his claw found itself tightly gripping their forearm that tried to reach for Shard’s coin pouch. The skywing struggled, but Shard did not lose his grip.
“I kindly request that you could not. It would be appreciated.” Shard spoke the skywing. They mumbled something along the lines of “sure, yes” before following in the footsteps of the other, scampering off.
This time, some dragons took note of this interaction, and filed it away, interested in this curious icewing.
Finally, Shard chanced onto an interesting location. What appeared to be a tavern. With an emblem of a moose on a sign at the top, Shard walked through the draping rug that acted as separation from the outside, and just barely avoided stepping onto a wooden board that seemed off to his sense.
Some dragons were looking his way, obviously waiting for something, but whatever they were looking for didn’t happen, so they went back to what they were doing prior. The bardragon behind the counter-top spoke.
“Welcome to the Wooden Moose, whaddya want.”