Tears of Heaven-27/07/23/-Beets Sunwater
Aug 9, 2023 11:37:21 GMT
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Post by Beets The Beetle (Feenix) on Aug 9, 2023 11:37:21 GMT
Today was lot-a like flit’tral information overload!
I remember once dropping off a very late dinner delivery to some old academy scholars that were discussing/debating…H-hypothesising?-Oh my head. Talking-yep-they were ‘talking’ about the idea of ‘life’ coming from a big sloshy mixture of all different things, years and years ago, within the seas of The Material-aka Dawnland ‘land’-Plane. A ‘Primordial Stew’ I think they called it.
It honestly sounded pretty buggin’wild, and that was before they’ve apparently forgotten to serve up the extra-extra large hunk helpings of Primordial-elemental dragonbread that makes Oriannna’s dragon Valethra, and even Qirliria’s mother Zanathir, look like just crumbs and croutons…
The others of the party seemed pretty clued into everything that had happened, or at least more buggin’accepting of the..’idea’ of giant..no…Enormous…Dragantous!
Dragantous thousand flittin’wingspan dragons-Archie’worms?
N-nine of them created by an even flittin’bigger dragon to take down nine ‘Behemoths’-“A word often used to describe huge or monstrous creatures”-as a passing scholar confirmed for me as I flitted home in a daze, my head just swimming or ‘stewing’.
Now the remains of these ‘Behemoths’ were apparently pushing through some kinda locks on the Elemental Planes, creating these magical dragonical forms called ‘Primordials’, which wanted to then break in and munch on the dead corpses of their..ancestors I guess, and ‘hypothetically’ become the new Behemoths.
Ooh, I felt like the roof of the Beetle Base was spinning as I perched on it in the cool night air, my eyes twitchily checking the stars above me now don’t form up into the shape of another dragantous dragon as they had the night before me whilst on my knees in Vnees in the sands of the Scorching Badlands. Stellarum…How could a dragon so big exist that their wings are made up of the stars themselves?
Orianna seemed the most ‘aware’ of everything that was going on, considering someone had dad’napped one of her pa’s and nearly frozen him solid, whilst her other dad had also apparently been taken too-oh and one of her great-great-great gramps had had his head bitten off for annoying one of the dragantous-wyrms. Seems her dragonical roots run deep in the family.
Lucky who with his poetic nature turns out is also fully versed in dragon tongue and seemed pretty flittin’understanding of everything too. He even read out a lovely draconic poem before our night-trip into the desert. Bit of a different tone than ‘The Sexy Serpent Sisters’, but I was still able to catch most of it with my lessons so far.
Studious Calla was just scribbling away in her note book the whole time, if anything had phased her she didn’t show it. Infact, her scribbling seemed to get faster the more buggin’complicated things got! Guess those studious-specs aren’t just for looks!
Henri meanwhile.
Well I hadn’t seem him in a long while, not since we’d pulled him outta the Staircase with Gerthard when rescuing Orianna in all that ‘Mister-Buisness’ last year-Mentality closing the door back on that ankle-acher. But he seemed..well…Different.
No buggin’idea why he kissed my hand, maybe its a cultural thing back where he comes from in Faerun-Not saying it wasn’t nice, though it did make my ear tips burn. But he seemed keen as the rest in figuring out what was going on. More so even somehow…Hm. You kinda pick that thing up when you’re staring into someone’s face whilst riding a giant ‘magical’ eagle backwards for a while.
As for me though, I just feel…Overwhelmed.
The world seemed so much smaller when it was just Pa and Gramps and me in our little cottage in the woods..somewhere…Deep…In the Feywilds.
Gramps stories about the worlds beyond. Tales of dragons and heroes and thrills and adventure…It..it all it seemed so far away, smaller, back then…And now here I am flitting amongst giants-of more than one kind-at risk at any moment of being swatted out of the air, and crushed under foot like
a..a beetle.
“No.” I suddenly heard in my head defiantly, as I sat there in the starlights glow, whether my voice or of my long quiet…Inhabiters…I do not know.
But it was right I thought, and I felt my hands clench in confirmation.
I may not be as world-wise as some folk, or know all the fancy names or terms they gave things in big books or lecturers.
But I know my role. To protect my friends and answer their calls no matter how small…
I will lend them my strength.
