Thanny
The Destined Undestined
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The sun shined bright on a warm morning. The town of Ocean Side sat near the lands end where rushing water could be heard and the wind smelt of salt water. Dragons started to steadily leave their homes to pursue their morning activities. Younger dragons played, shop owners swung their signs to open, and the sounds of chatter filled the morning air.This is the placeholder for a dragon roleplay between some lovely people, hosted by our very own Dragonborn1 . Character sheets are A-OK in my book if desired, or I can PM you them.
Glacier eyed the green dragon and her looks. The female dragon contrasting to this female, she was more of a light purple with dark purple under her wings, with two sharpened horns. The armor she wore was the same all guards wore. An intimating look that all guards seemed to have.Glacier glanced past the civilian to the cart and she smirked.((Sorry; I'm a bit slower of a roleplayer and I was making a lovely batch of food and fifteen last-minute things popped up. I'll try to rapid-fire burst here and there, though.))
Ocean Side had definitely seemed idyllic as of late, the seaside town bustling and peaceful and joyful. Originmaw was very happy to have lived in this location out of most of the peaceful kingdom's towns. Peace was a good thing, and promoted her line of work very nicely. Sure, it seemed to be occupied by the guardsmen of the kingdom by most people's standards, but she had nothing against them. They were only doing their job, after all, and keeping the peace was prosperous for all.
Originmaw -- Origin for short -- was a dragon of a more natural base, having trees and plants of many kinds growing in controlled manner from her earthy-coloured scales. Verdant and vibrant, with lime-green wings and a crown of tree roots, she was certainly different.
She tipped her wagon's load to a near horizontal, trying to pull the difficult weight behind her. Plants of all kinds decorated the bed of the wagon, cultivated from her portion of the farmlands. She, according to some, had the unusual knack of growing plants in places that should not grow them. A green thumb is what she had, to be sure, and it went well with her name, which she was very proud to sport. The only thing she craved, however, was the strength to pull this wagon given to her. She had much to plant and give to others to grow their own foods, but carting this was challenging after consecutive days. She was tired, she was sore, and she was desirous for help.
She dared something most would not do today. The children she could not ask, and neither the shopowners. People elsewise did not seem to help much if any when she asked, so the guards -- looking listless and bored -- were a ripe option that she was hoping would assist. Now to pick.
Not that one. No, that one is too serious. Ah! That one. Leaving her cart behind, she headed up to one of the patrol folks, a woman by the look of it, scaled and beautiful.
"Hello!" she called out to the nice-seeming dragon. "Um, can you help me get my wagon up this hill, please? It's quite steep and my wagon is considerably heavy today."
The female dragon glanced back to the citizen shes helping. Before glancing towards their destination. The two of them heaved the cart forwards the shop just down the cobblestone road. The cart bumped and rumbled forward the content swaying.Originmaw blinked in a bit of amazement, happiness bubbling from her that the first person she was able to talk to within the guards was willing to help, and was willing to take the lead instead of just push from behind. Honestly, pulling and directing the cart was the hardest bit, so that was a huge relief.
"Right! Thank you!" the nature dragon said in avid appreciation, following the guardswoman with a beaming smile on her face and a trot in her step.
When they got into the right positions and Glacier started to push, she pushed alongside it, marveling at how much easier it was to have two people do one person's work. She cursed her frailty under her breath that she would even have to request help, but at least she met a nice person to assist her.
"Up there, to the shop up there. Ravolio's, I think it was. You'd think that I would be able to remember all of my clients' names, but I am clumsy there. Sometimes one would think that I would forget my own name. Hah!" She looked over the cart, marveling at the strength and ability to balance with the wings spread out like that. Maybe that would be better for her as well? She should try that. "Thanks for helping me again, by the way. I wish I were of stronger build like yourself."
Glacier dropped the cart right where Origin wanted her to. She sighed walking over to the citizen she helped holding up a claw."Right here! You can drop it right here!" called out from the back of the cart in a high and happy tone, Originmaw extremely pleased with how easy that was. Perhaps she should request help more often from these strong guards, if not just the one. She tittered over the possibility. Why would a guard leave their profession to help her with the simple matters of helping her out? Ah well! It was a nice thought nonetheless. Perhaps some of the younger dragons would like to take on the profession of wagon lead, if she ever has the ability to hire. Taking care of a helping hand could be a challenge without the currency to pay them properly, especially since her business was not the most lucrative.
Once the vehicle was stopped and dropped securely, Origin stepped around the cart and offered a hand to the heroine who had saved her from immense amounts of tugging up the hill, even if she had a running start.
"You were amazing! Thank you for helping me!" she piped. "I do not have much on me, but I would happily provide a discount for whatever plants you need or want. No matter the origin, Originmaw's Plant Nursery is always available for someone like yourself. Of course, if you want something immediate, I can give you only five. It is all that is in my purse, sad to say. So, who can I call you? I am Vitalia Originmaw. A pleasure meeting you!"
She offered a bow, unused to curtsying or other methods of showing respect.
Glacier blinked staring intently at the pleading dragon. On one hand it’d be an opportunity to have a friend for once. On the other hand having a friend was a way to exploit her.Origin's options were being dwindled further and further down. The stranger now known as Glacier was as difficult to offer payment to as she was to gauge, but in the end perhaps the most reasonable solution was the one that goes over the more fundamental needs.
"If neither option is favourable to you," she voiced metitatively, bringing a clawed hand to her chin, "then how about I invite you over for dinner? I live alone and would welcome the company of another individual while breaking bread and heating tea," Origin explained. "Please say yes. I do wish to make up for this kindness you have provided me, and I do hate owing people."
Originmaw could have squealed in delight, as overjoyed as she was. One less debt to pay, and maybe a friend to go along with it. She pondered over her options but remembered that she had little in the pantry, which might mean growing food for the occasion. This was hardly work for someone of her expertise!
Not recognising Glacier's inner thoughts as anything but shock, Origin beamed a smile and voiced, "Great! You can think about it all you'd like and get back to me when you decide. I live down there, by the cliffs on the far side of town. You will be able to tell where I reside by my trove of plants outside my house."
A shiver passed over her, probably the landward gust that blew through recently. The air seemed chilly to her, though maybe that is not much of a surprise, as nature-based as she was. Plants like warmth, and so did she.
"Anyways, thanks again, Glacier. I mean it," she continued, eyes squinting happily as she gathered up her tail from the ground and turned around to ensnare some pots for the customers on this hill. "If you are still stationed here, see you around!”
(You want to do a timeskip?)Originmaw could have squealed in delight, as overjoyed as she was. One less debt to pay, and maybe a friend to go along with it. She pondered over her options but remembered that she had little in the pantry, which might mean growing food for the occasion. This was hardly work for someone of her expertise!
Not recognising Glacier's inner thoughts as anything but shock, Origin beamed a smile and voiced, "Great! You can think about it all you'd like and get back to me when you decide. I live down there, by the cliffs on the far side of town. You will be able to tell where I reside by my trove of plants outside my house."
A shiver passed over her, probably the landward gust that blew through recently. The air seemed chilly to her, though maybe that is not much of a surprise, as nature-based as she was. Plants like warmth, and so did she.
"Anyways, thanks again, Glacier. I mean it," she continued, eyes squinting happily as she gathered up her tail from the ground and turned around to ensnare some pots for the customers on this hill. "If you are still stationed here, see you around!"
“Have a great morning too.”((Sure! I would be up for a skip. Where would you like to start anew?))
Origin turned her head to look in the direction of where Glacier had pointed at. The town was small, and while she knew of the rough placement of the barracks from the drill practices that sounded out from its walls and buildings every so often when she made trips near there she was newly curious about exactly where it was. A broad smile crossed her face as she waved a clay-potted plant in lieu of a hand.
"Thank you!" she chimed. "Have a good rest of your morning!"
“Nice and cozy here. Much better than the barracks. By the way what was that Ditty you were humming?”Originmaw enjoyed the compliments regarding her house, as shocking as she considered them, and maintained her smile, a bit less shy this time.
"Well, you would be half-right, honestly. I keep my more sensitive plants in here for the night to avoid them from getting too cool or damaged by storms. I could not keep all of them in here, though I would enjoy that as well. My place is small, and as much as I love my plants I would not change a thing about it here."
She tossed a loving glance about the room before resting her eyes on Glacier, face lighting up more upon examining the beautiful scale pattern of her guest.
"My, you look lovely! The armour does not suit you. You look far better outside of it than within leather-bound steel. But that is enough from me. The food is in need of stirring! Excuse me!"
Bouncing off in the kitchen's direction, she would slip over to the woodfire stove and cause a commotion of stirring, scraping, and sizzling. The aroma of fresh vegetables and milkfat grew stronger in the room, and the flames of the fireplace popped on. Soon she would come back with clay plates, bowls, and two sets of utensils awkwardly teetering between the platefuls of food pinched between her claws. They wobbled a lot, these plates, and Origin, foreseeing a great calamity, had to ask for help.
"Sorry, but please grab these plates from me. Or one. One is fine. Just right over to the table, please," she spoke quickly, not wanting to spill a plate or both. While not clumsy, hasty she was. Perhaps it was far better to go one at a time.
Glacier sat down scooting the seat closer. She picked the animal meat. Glacier eating like any guard would or how she sees the others eat. tearing off the meat with her teeth and chewing before digging into the fruit and greens. Eating by licking the greens off the plate and picking up the tomatoes. Before she knew it she forgot she was a guest.
”uh, yeah, Glacier was given to me by my parents. They lived up high in the mountains. Away from the empires reach then.”
she explained.
She glanced down to her plate and the utensils she didn’t bother to use.
Mentally kicking herself as she scrunched up embarrassed. That’s how she always saw the other dragons eat and sorta adopted that way to eat..
After glancing up from her plate and whipping her face. Glacier cleared her throat."Thank you very much!" Origin replied, bowing her root-crowned head in gratitude as Glacier took the plates from her, and the cutlery to boot, to place them on the table. She got to work on setting the table too, and smiled in pleasure at the sight.
Finely set by the two, two bowls of a steaming soup tossed an aroma of broth, spice, and vegetables of many kinds, while two plates were filled with fried greens of many kinds and fire-roasted tomatoes. Along the sides of the plates could be found some slivers of local animal meat, the cooked browned flesh smelling quite savoury rubbed with dried herbs.
"Now what was . . . oh, yes, my song! It was called Dance of the Matchsticks, a sad song, to be sure, even a dirge. It is a song about the brevity of life, but how intensely it burns. Even then, I find it quite beautiful in a haunting way. Perhaps because of fire." She looked over to the fireplace as she sat down, looking melancholy. "Fire is a dangerous thing for one such as I, as you can imagine. Even still, it has its beauty and its provision of warmth. I enjoy it very much and its many tongues that waggle as if to speak.
"But that is enough from me," she continued, face turned toward her guest again with returned happiness. "Glacier, was it? Like the seas of ice? How was your day? Eventful? Oh, and feel free to start eating. You must be famished."