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estinien) wrote in thenearshore2018-11-19 07:53 am
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Who: Estinien & You.
When: End of February.
Where: Around and about.
What: Estinien is testing his powers out, it's not going so swell.
[ This new world was never going to win Estinien's approval before he even discovered what his powers were meant to be. It was a joke, an absolute insult if anyone asked the dragoon his opinion on the whole thing. He'd had enough of dragons back home so to find out he was now inexplicably linked to one as a God just stung all the more.
Still, it would be stupid of him to not at least look into this a little. If the powers were useful then it could mean the difference between victory and defeat. No-one would have to know if it was in a secluded enough place. The last thing Estinien wants is that secret being out in the world (though in all fairness most would probably guess when seeing a dragon stomping around that it's definitely one of the God crew).
What Estinien never takes into consideration is any caveats that come with trying said power. He's unaware that if he doesn't put his everything into it the whole thing goes skewiff. Which is why suddenly there's a small, round, fat whelpling looking as put out as one can sitting around. Occasionally he'll flap his tiny wings, managing just a fraction of lift before settling back down on the ground.
This is the worst and Estinien curses to himself, the profanities translating into nothing but small chirps and squawks. What kind of God power is this even meant to be??? Hopefully it wears off, though until then the dragoon simply hopes no-one comes across him like this. ]
When: End of February.
Where: Around and about.
What: Estinien is testing his powers out, it's not going so swell.
[ This new world was never going to win Estinien's approval before he even discovered what his powers were meant to be. It was a joke, an absolute insult if anyone asked the dragoon his opinion on the whole thing. He'd had enough of dragons back home so to find out he was now inexplicably linked to one as a God just stung all the more.
Still, it would be stupid of him to not at least look into this a little. If the powers were useful then it could mean the difference between victory and defeat. No-one would have to know if it was in a secluded enough place. The last thing Estinien wants is that secret being out in the world (though in all fairness most would probably guess when seeing a dragon stomping around that it's definitely one of the God crew).
What Estinien never takes into consideration is any caveats that come with trying said power. He's unaware that if he doesn't put his everything into it the whole thing goes skewiff. Which is why suddenly there's a small, round, fat whelpling looking as put out as one can sitting around. Occasionally he'll flap his tiny wings, managing just a fraction of lift before settling back down on the ground.
This is the worst and Estinien curses to himself, the profanities translating into nothing but small chirps and squawks. What kind of God power is this even meant to be??? Hopefully it wears off, though until then the dragoon simply hopes no-one comes across him like this. ]
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If Estinien had any inkling Wendy considered him to be a fat lizard he'd be unsure on if he should be offended or not. Dragons are the worst, but fat lizard?
For now he huffs quietly, peering up at Wendy and stupidly hoping they were not the kind who considered pets as a food source as he wags his tail once.]
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[Still, for a fat lizard... Wendy quirks her head to the side at the tail wag. She knows that's the same for dogs, but is it the same for lizards? Maybe it really is somebody's pet.]
Then, maybe you're hungry? I think I brought some cookies with me when I left this morning...
[Because, hey, why not? Swiping some sweat away from her forehead with her hand, Wendy turns back in the direction of where she left her bag even as she keeps an eye on the lizard.]
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The tail wag is one of the only ways Estinien can think of communicating something positive. Earlier attempts at talking had only resulted in raspberry noises so it's just safer this way. The newcomer gets a curious look though, Estinien peering over at the bag, looking as if he totally understands what's being said.
No, he doesn't want cookies but if it means that he's not going to be eaten by a larger predator right now then he'll take it and the small dragon trots on over in the direction of the bag, not even waiting for Wendy to go over to it.]
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[For just a brief second, the carefully designed cutesy tone of her voice flickers away, leaving behind something a little rougher to the tongue. Huffing, she speeds up her own jog before reaching down to flick the lizard's head. The thing has scales; she's sure she's not hurting it much if at all.]
Don't you go diggin' in there! I have lady's thing in there.
[Crouching down besides her bag, she eyes the lizard.]
Unless you're a lady lizard... S'not like I can tell.
[There are ways to find out but, frankly, not only is she not knowledgeable in the realm of lizards, but she'd really rather not see anything weird. Instead, she focuses on getting out a tiny little bag that's tied off with a pink ribbon and tugs it open. While she has more than enough money to buy cookies herself, she likes making fresh made ones. They're still a little warm as she tugs one out as an offering.]
Don' nip my finger, or I'll punt ya.