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sixwordstories2013-01-10 01:37 pm
elderspeaksfirst) wrote in sixwordstories2013-01-10 01:37 pm
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Kinship is such an uncertain blessing.
Only on an individual level. My best friend. He's definitely broken the programming, but it's hard to say yet whether it's for good or bad.
[Paarthurnax watches intently, sensing... discomfort, perhaps? The very notion of resemblance seems to be alien to him. At the question, though, the dragon gives a thoughtful sound, seemingly musing to himself.]
Small. Yes. Zah frul. Finite. But a shield is small. A storm is finite. Neither is without consequence.
[His spiny head dips closer then, pale eyes on Cynric's. His voice rolls into something focused, instructing. He has learned not to command.]
Vokoraav. Close your eyes.
Small. Yes. Zah frul. Finite. But a shield is small. A storm is finite. Neither is without consequence.
[His spiny head dips closer then, pale eyes on Cynric's. His voice rolls into something focused, instructing. He has learned not to command.]
Vokoraav. Close your eyes.
Change carries... hm, ahraan. A price. And it matters what one escapes to, does it not? Filok ni pah. Taking flight is merely a beginning.
[Paarthurnax is--clearly--completely special, highly intelligent, not remotely anything like the cruel and hate-filled dragons he's met in the past. Cynric knows that, trusts a good deal in it.
Still jerks back just a touch at the sudden approach of a large, tooth-filled dragon-head.]
...why?
[He is, of course, closing his eyes like a good boy, shoulders completely tense.]
Still jerks back just a touch at the sudden approach of a large, tooth-filled dragon-head.]
...why?
[He is, of course, closing his eyes like a good boy, shoulders completely tense.]
[That's counterproductive: Paarthurnax takes heed, draws back somewhat, his voice receding slightly.]
Drem. Breath easy, and listen. [A touch of reassurance, his words settling into a steadying rhythm. The voice of the teacher.] Feel the flow of your su'um, your life's breath. Hear its strength. With every breath, you stir the air around you. Lok huzrah. Your words, your actions have resonance.
Drem. Breath easy, and listen. [A touch of reassurance, his words settling into a steadying rhythm. The voice of the teacher.] Feel the flow of your su'um, your life's breath. Hear its strength. With every breath, you stir the air around you. Lok huzrah. Your words, your actions have resonance.
They... reverberate. Sahsezul. Carrying outwards. Think of how a stone casts ripples in water. So does your presence cast echoes in the world.
I am sure.
[ Many mortals knew it. It made her smile slightly. What cruel irony was time? ]
Is it taught to you, as a hatchling? By others?
[ Many mortals knew it. It made her smile slightly. What cruel irony was time? ]
Is it taught to you, as a hatchling? By others?
[A gentle rumble then. He values honest effort, the nature of his kind to respond to wholeheartedness above almost all else.]
Zok frin. I would not expect you to sense them directly. You are still young. I wish only for you to understand something of your own... presence, in this world.
Zok frin. I would not expect you to sense them directly. You are still young. I wish only for you to understand something of your own... presence, in this world.
We have known it since our birth, mal gein. It is... hmm, ko sille, a part of us. My brothers and I were not born as other beings are. We were made by our father, Akatosh, the Dragon of Time.
[A definite respect in his voice at the last. There are few beings for which his kind feel awe, but Akatosh is always the first.]
[A definite respect in his voice at the last. There are few beings for which his kind feel awe, but Akatosh is always the first.]
[ She looks mildly disappointed. ]
Then, it would be impossible, for a mortal to teach it to a dragon?
[ Rude, to run around in circles, Dany. ]
I...have dragons of my own. To have a common language with them would be a gift beyond...well, words.
Then, it would be impossible, for a mortal to teach it to a dragon?
[ Rude, to run around in circles, Dany. ]
I...have dragons of my own. To have a common language with them would be a gift beyond...well, words.
[The old dragon listens intently, the slow flick of his tail hinting at the thought within.]
It is not impossible. Mortals can learn our speech. The difficulty lies not in recognising the words, but in mindoraan, understanding. Most mortals require years of study to grasp their full meaning. Less, for those of the dragonblood.
[He considers her words, then, testing their echo on his own tongue.]
You say you have dragons. In what way do you mean this?
It is not impossible. Mortals can learn our speech. The difficulty lies not in recognising the words, but in mindoraan, understanding. Most mortals require years of study to grasp their full meaning. Less, for those of the dragonblood.
[He considers her words, then, testing their echo on his own tongue.]
You say you have dragons. In what way do you mean this?
[ She chooses her words quite carefully. ]
Where I am from, the dragons have all died. I was gifted three dragon's eggs, also dead. I set them in fire, and stayed with them until the fire smoldered, and they hatched.
[ There's more to that story, but none that she'd be more willing to divulge. ]
I am their mother.
[ Well, for now at least. ]
Where I am from, the dragons have all died. I was gifted three dragon's eggs, also dead. I set them in fire, and stayed with them until the fire smoldered, and they hatched.
[ There's more to that story, but none that she'd be more willing to divulge. ]
I am their mother.
[ Well, for now at least. ]
You called them back into the world?
[The great spiny head dips closer, observing her with keen eyes.]
Wuldsetiid kreh. The time is right. The dov rise once more. But I have never met a mortal who could restore them unaided.
[The great spiny head dips closer, observing her with keen eyes.]
Wuldsetiid kreh. The time is right. The dov rise once more. But I have never met a mortal who could restore them unaided.
In giving life, you get life.
[ She banished the thought; the day she gained her dragons was also the day wishes not to remember. ]
And I have never met a dragon who could speak to me. This is a strange place.
[ She banished the thought; the day she gained her dragons was also the day wishes not to remember. ]
And I have never met a dragon who could speak to me. This is a strange place.
...but it's real? [Eyes have to peek open about this, look the dragon in the face.] Not just-- something nice to make us feel better about being so small and squishy?
[A deep chuckle.] Fairly said.
[He rumbles in thought, then, a low sound in his chest.]
And now you desire tinvaak with those in your care. Laan wahl Thu'ummu. You would give shape to the Words within. Bahlaan. A most worthy purpose.
[Though, true, he would think so.]
[He rumbles in thought, then, a low sound in his chest.]
And now you desire tinvaak with those in your care. Laan wahl Thu'ummu. You would give shape to the Words within. Bahlaan. A most worthy purpose.
[Though, true, he would think so.]
Is there someone, even you, who could teach me? Who should I ask?
[ She's rather eager, but you can't blame her. ]
[ She's rather eager, but you can't blame her. ]
That's cool; I'll be travelling part of next week as well
elderspeaksfirst
2013-02-22 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Vahzen. [Paarthurnax's gaze is steady, his voice unshakeable conviction.] True enough to shake the World-Eater from his perch. Zin los mulaag. It is not my way to speak untruth.
Hmm. First, a question for you.
[He can taste the eagerness in her voice. She has some courage, to speak willingly with him. An eagerness to learn, noble intentions... yes, Paarthurnax is all but certain of his decision. But he wants to learn a little more, first.]
Even the smallest dovah is proud. Wilful. Bahlok fah rel: we are driven to dominate. Perhaps you will succeed in loosing your children's Voices, mal monah. But will you have the strength to match them? The will to temper theirs?
[He can taste the eagerness in her voice. She has some courage, to speak willingly with him. An eagerness to learn, noble intentions... yes, Paarthurnax is all but certain of his decision. But he wants to learn a little more, first.]
Even the smallest dovah is proud. Wilful. Bahlok fah rel: we are driven to dominate. Perhaps you will succeed in loosing your children's Voices, mal monah. But will you have the strength to match them? The will to temper theirs?
[A gentle dip of his head, a sound of acknowledgment.] Is that also what causes you to doubt your significance?
A pity. Sonaanne wahlaan nahl vahrukt ...it is the bards who keep the living memory of their people. Is that not an important task?
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