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isleofavalon2021-05-02 02:37 pm
dragongrrl) wrote in isleofavalon2021-05-02 02:37 pm
May (dragon)flowers
🧙 WHO: Barbara & sundry
⚔️️ WHAT: Going about
🕒 WHEN:
🗺️ WHERE:
⚠️ WARNINGS:
🗡 Nudibranching out
[The call has gone out for adventurers to cull man-eating (or rather, naga-eating) nudibranchs, which as far as Barbara can tell, are an oceanic form of the terrestrial slugs she's familiar with. She doesn't know how to swim, but once she's confident that this underwater breathing potion of the naga works, she's got no objections.
So, one hour of breathing, a spear, and elemental magic which she hasn't yet tried in an aquatic environment. Does anyone want to join her?]
Training grounds
[The training grounds are a good bet for finding Barbara. She's gotten more proficient with her elementatal magic over the course of the month, thanks to the single-minded sense of discipline that allowed her to learn the Dragoon's art despite not having any human mentor.
This time she's not practicing her Jump, but instead trying to relearn the dragonbreath spells she used to know--they were all elemental, which is why she is attempting to breathe lightning, fire, or ice from her mouth. So far her result are mixed. She's getting her arms covered in sparks (which is why she's switched to padded cotton clothes, rather than her usual armor) and the ground around her that isn't covered in scorch marks is frosted over. Also, her water bottle turned into ice and burst.
Or maybe you'll find her moogle familiar, who's gotten bored with watching her trying to breathe fire out of her mouth. He is busy with a notebook and pencil--it looks like he's writing out a list of something, muttering, and then shaking his head a lot.]
Baby dragons
[It's not that Barbara is a nature girl, but knowing what this island of Avalon is and what lives here is essential to surviving here. That's why she spends a not-insignificant portion of her time exploring the parts of the island that haven't been populated by humans.
And today she has found... dragons.
Little baby dragons, flapping and tumbling in the flowers. At first, Barbara keeps a respectful distance--in her experience, dragons do not like their offspring being andled by anyone without strict permission--but as time passes, it seems that there aren't any parents. Just dragonets, playing in the field.]
Odd...
[Well. She's got some cold meat from something she hunted yesterday. Might as well crouch down and see if the baby dragons like it, right?]
wildcard
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compassinks!]
⚔️️ WHAT: Going about
🕒 WHEN:
🗺️ WHERE:
⚠️ WARNINGS:
🗡 Nudibranching out
[The call has gone out for adventurers to cull man-eating (or rather, naga-eating) nudibranchs, which as far as Barbara can tell, are an oceanic form of the terrestrial slugs she's familiar with. She doesn't know how to swim, but once she's confident that this underwater breathing potion of the naga works, she's got no objections.
So, one hour of breathing, a spear, and elemental magic which she hasn't yet tried in an aquatic environment. Does anyone want to join her?]
Training grounds
[The training grounds are a good bet for finding Barbara. She's gotten more proficient with her elementatal magic over the course of the month, thanks to the single-minded sense of discipline that allowed her to learn the Dragoon's art despite not having any human mentor.
This time she's not practicing her Jump, but instead trying to relearn the dragonbreath spells she used to know--they were all elemental, which is why she is attempting to breathe lightning, fire, or ice from her mouth. So far her result are mixed. She's getting her arms covered in sparks (which is why she's switched to padded cotton clothes, rather than her usual armor) and the ground around her that isn't covered in scorch marks is frosted over. Also, her water bottle turned into ice and burst.
Or maybe you'll find her moogle familiar, who's gotten bored with watching her trying to breathe fire out of her mouth. He is busy with a notebook and pencil--it looks like he's writing out a list of something, muttering, and then shaking his head a lot.]
Baby dragons
[It's not that Barbara is a nature girl, but knowing what this island of Avalon is and what lives here is essential to surviving here. That's why she spends a not-insignificant portion of her time exploring the parts of the island that haven't been populated by humans.
And today she has found... dragons.
Little baby dragons, flapping and tumbling in the flowers. At first, Barbara keeps a respectful distance--in her experience, dragons do not like their offspring being andled by anyone without strict permission--but as time passes, it seems that there aren't any parents. Just dragonets, playing in the field.]
Odd...
[Well. She's got some cold meat from something she hunted yesterday. Might as well crouch down and see if the baby dragons like it, right?]
wildcard
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no subject
Barbara returns at the appointed time with a decent-sized basket of it.]
Naga give fish.