[ as evening draws from the hours into the afternoon, most monsters are already on soaring restlessness. eren, as well— even more because he smells a storm coming, from the crispiness in the blurring winds and the clouds it dragged with it. “but surely it won’t rain?” one not so in tune with the weather might say, with the weather being rather tame for aefenglom, but witches left and right predict with accuracy: there be a howling storm coming by nightfall.
there’re things to do, many things. too many things. reenforcing his tunnels, for one, as eren was a burrowing dragon rather than a roosting one. he dug intricate tunnels beneath the streets of aefenglom all the way into the wilde’s edge. ups and downs, twists and turns, even corkscrews, all supposedly safe from any usual simple drizzles and rainfall. still, water was water. water was a fire dragon’s elemental weakness, on one that burned as much as iron on fae. perhaps, only the lesser tunnels meddled with from above are the sharper weak points in danger of collapsing. hence, plugging them up. strengthening walls and ceilings, or sealing them off completely.
a dragon, wyvern-like and only the size of a chicken seems to skitter back and forth across stone floors of the city’s street, either carrying in his skeletal fangs something sharp like a knife (and somewhere, a merchant screams: my dagger!!!), or going straight into what would seem like a hole, digging right by it at an alarming rate with crystal blue talons and shoving the uplifted dirt into the established burrow. ]
[ Alex hears the yelling, and manages to step away when the dangerously armed creature runs by her feet.
She wasn't sure if she was the glint of the knife correctly, but sure enough, that dragon sure had a knife in its mouth. The merchant was heading his way, looking around for the little thief.
Alex wasn't sure why, maybe she was a little more sympathetic when it came to reptiles nowadays, and maybe there was something awfully familiar about those scales that lent to her bias, but she decides too slip off her shawl, throwing it over the dragon and picking it up carefully (mostly meaning taking the dagger away once it's up in her arms), and trying to hopefully calm it down in a hushed voice. ]
Shh, shh, stop moving or he'll figure out you're here..
[ She attempts to walk away like she has no idea what's going, but briskly. The merchant is still looking around, asking if anyone has seen "an iguana" coming this way.
Alex didn't know much about animals but...she was certain iguanas didn't have wings. ]
Hey, miss! What are you holding?
[ And now she's walking faster. Much faster. That absolutely wasn't suspicious at all. ]
[ the dragon happens to squeal into a near shriek when fabric drapes over his horns and hangs from his head to his body, and only doesn't fight back from the scent of it. any touching of the dagger between his teeth would earn a warning growl: no. this is his.
but, he will stay quiet and still if that's all she's intended to do. ]
You'll get in trouble if you don't lose him.
[ for his sake. by the way, the tiny thing speaks .]
[ She answers back at the growl. Alex was trying to help you out here, dammit!
Then it speaks--of course it speaks. Good thing Alex was starting to get used to talking animals here. Enough that she doesn't just drop him. ]
I know that, I'm trying.
[ The merrow continues to walk briskly, but not enough to stand out in the crowd. She weaves through, a scarf on a near by stand catching her eye. She snatches it quietly, wrapping it over her head and hopefully disguising herself enough. She'll continue to go through the market until she reaches a clearing, hopefully having lost the man in the crowd.
When it appears like the cost is clear, she's crouch down and lower the reptile onto the ground, unwrapping it from her own shawl. ]
[ you just don’t touch the knives, alex. you’ll find out soon enough why, in a memshare not so far away . . . the dragon slips away when lowered, the dagger clacking in his fangs as he adjusts his grip, before freeing his front limbs— bat-like wings with a tiny formation of a hand and some digits (mostly talon) to hold the blade close to his chest and free his mouth.
he could’ve found a way around, he thinks, but the thought doesn’t make him depreciate her attempt. eren can’t quite shake off the pre-storm anxiety, but manages, anyway, through some fidgeting talon clicks: ]
[ It's been bugging her for a little while now. The voice, the familiar scales and wings...And the fact that this troublemaking little lizard knows her name. ]
[ i was going to quote mushu but can’t because eren does do the tongue thing. holding the blade between his little talons rather than his teeth, very close to his chest, he makes a sound that might’ve just been a grunt, or, an affirmation. still antsy with the way he’s clicking methodically against iron— ]
[ this is a personal attack. she's saying his holes are unprotected. and— look, some of them are a little rusty?! but not all of them! that's why he had to go reinforce them and—! ]
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there’re things to do, many things. too many things. reenforcing his tunnels, for one, as eren was a burrowing dragon rather than a roosting one. he dug intricate tunnels beneath the streets of aefenglom all the way into the wilde’s edge. ups and downs, twists and turns, even corkscrews, all supposedly safe from any usual simple drizzles and rainfall. still, water was water. water was a fire dragon’s elemental weakness, on one that burned as much as iron on fae. perhaps, only the lesser tunnels meddled with from above are the sharper weak points in danger of collapsing. hence, plugging them up. strengthening walls and ceilings, or sealing them off completely.
a dragon, wyvern-like and only the size of a chicken seems to skitter back and forth across stone floors of the city’s street, either carrying in his skeletal fangs something sharp like a knife (and somewhere, a merchant screams: my dagger!!!), or going straight into what would seem like a hole, digging right by it at an alarming rate with crystal blue talons and shoving the uplifted dirt into the established burrow. ]
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She wasn't sure if she was the glint of the knife correctly, but sure enough, that dragon sure had a knife in its mouth. The merchant was heading his way, looking around for the little thief.
Alex wasn't sure why, maybe she was a little more sympathetic when it came to reptiles nowadays, and maybe there was something awfully familiar about those scales that lent to her bias, but she decides too slip off her shawl, throwing it over the dragon and picking it up carefully (mostly meaning taking the dagger away once it's up in her arms), and trying to hopefully calm it down in a hushed voice. ]
Shh, shh, stop moving or he'll figure out you're here..
[ She attempts to walk away like she has no idea what's going, but briskly. The merchant is still looking around, asking if anyone has seen "an iguana" coming this way.
Alex didn't know much about animals but...she was certain iguanas didn't have wings. ]
Hey, miss! What are you holding?
[ And now she's walking faster. Much faster. That absolutely wasn't suspicious at all. ]
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but, he will stay quiet and still if that's all she's intended to do. ]
You'll get in trouble if you don't lose him.
[ for his sake. by the way, the tiny thing speaks .]
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[ She answers back at the growl. Alex was trying to help you out here, dammit!
Then it speaks--of course it speaks. Good thing Alex was starting to get used to talking animals here. Enough that she doesn't just drop him. ]
I know that, I'm trying.
[ The merrow continues to walk briskly, but not enough to stand out in the crowd. She weaves through, a scarf on a near by stand catching her eye. She snatches it quietly, wrapping it over her head and hopefully disguising herself enough. She'll continue to go through the market until she reaches a clearing, hopefully having lost the man in the crowd.
When it appears like the cost is clear, she's crouch down and lower the reptile onto the ground, unwrapping it from her own shawl. ]
I think it's okay now...
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he could’ve found a way around, he thinks, but the thought doesn’t make him depreciate her attempt. eren can’t quite shake off the pre-storm anxiety, but manages, anyway, through some fidgeting talon clicks: ]
Thanks, Alex.
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...Is...that you, Eren...?
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There’s a storm coming.
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[ His words were ominous, but seeing such a tiny thing with a knife was...a little difficult to take seriously. ]
And..why do you need a knife for a storm?
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I don’t. It’s mine. [ even though it wasn’t his, five minutes ago. ] It’s going to rain— hard.
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And what's that knife going to help you with exactly..? Maybe you should be stealing umbrellas instead.
[ No, don't encourage alternative theft, Alex. ]
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It'll make my hoard bigger.
[ fuck umbrellas. unless they have a pointy end. ]
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Are you going to stab the water? Are you hoarding rust?
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Who does that? [ who stabs water!!!! ] It’s the sharpness.
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[ Her hand flicks out. Eren, did she just help you steal something that has absolutely nothing to do with the problem? ]
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yes, and he’s about to yeet himself. ]
—I need to get to my hole.
[ apparently, instinct sometimes makes him stupid. ]
me yelling NOOO every time one of them falls
[ Her foot starts to tap against the ground. ]
RIGHT, LMAO
My holes are fine!
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BYE, ALEX ]