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“Hmm… We believe you should have the opportunity to name this nameless blend. After all you have drank as much as we have.” She decided abruptly causing a nearby server to dash for the management.

“Hello dearies. Apologies, I take it Edmond has been most helpful?” She spoke using that large motherly tone to announce her arrival.

“Ah there you are. It appears you have sorted out the queue.” Kora chuckled lightly, “We believe Gwyn here has a name for your unnamed blend.”

“Really, oh excellent.”

“You have my thanks good sir, we have had that blend for a while and we have been struggling to come up with a good name for it, and I am glad Edmond was of good help to you. Now if you will excuse me, I will have to start adding the blend to our menus. Oh happy days.” She spoke exctedly and over enthusiatically, so much so that it caused Kora to giggle in amusement.

“We must say, you do seem to have made her day Gwyn.” She praised in a soft tone as a fresh pot of Smokefall was brought to them.

“Hmm… We believe you should have the opportunity to name this nameless blend. After all you have drank as much as we have.” She decided abruptly causing a nearby server to dash for the management.

“Hello dearies. Apologies, I take it Edmond has been most helpful?” She spoke using that large motherly tone to announce her arrival.

“Ah there you are. It appears you have sorted out the queue.” Kora chuckled lightly, “We believe Gwyn here has a name for your unnamed blend.”

“Really, oh excellent.”

“Hmm… We believe you should have the opportunity to name this nameless blend. After all you have drank as much as we have.” She decided abruptly causing a nearby server to dash for the management.

“Hello dearies. Apologies, I take it Edmond has been most helpful?” She spoke using that large motherly tone to announce her arrival.

“Ah there you are. It appears you have sorted out the queue.” Kora chuckled lightly, “We believe Gwyn here has a name for your unnamed blend.”

“Really, oh excellent.”

“Hmm… We believe you should have the opportunity to name this nameless blend. After all you have drank as much as we have.” She decided abruptly causing a nearby server to dash for the management.

“Next up is the latest addition to the list. It has an almost earthy taste when drunk slowly, but if drunk rapidly has a heat to it that is supposedly similar to the lava that flows through the cities lower viaducts. It currently has no name and we are accepting recommendations for on how to improve it. ” Edmond informed them as he swapped out their old cups for fresh clean ones and pouring their next sample.

“Hmm we care not about which topic. In fact we wonder if you had any questions Gywn.” Kora spoke before taking a few quick sips of her drink, discovering for herself what their waiter meant as the heat rose up quickly from within causing small clouds of black smoke to slowly escape as she breathe.

@brazen-alatreon

“Much, much smaller. But as for one to have changed drastically over time the Raths, originally they had a shorter maw and their feet were not quite right for what was needed and their wings spans were far too small. It amazes us they didn’t die out.” She spoke up, she was genuinely impressed by the resiliance of the Rath line.

“There was once a species of Deviljho, remarkably calm compred to the ones we see these days. We believe this branch to have died out. Unable to contend with their more aggressive cousins.” She mused, finding Gywns interest refreshing

“Calm deviljho? Now I’ve heard everything.” He’d cackle quietly to himself, shifting about a bit as he thought further. “So, what do you think most of the tundra species came from in particular then? I’d have to say I can see some resemblances between them and others but can’t tell if they evolved from them or came from a single common ancestor.”

“There are natural adaptions in any eco system that most species will have in some form or another. But if we were to hazard a guess we would say they came from those that adapted originally, rather than from a singular common ancestor.

“Wars happen, the “good old days” were never as good as one remembers them to be. We find the circustances of todays world far more pleasing to our youth.” She sighed stirring her cup in lost thought.

“We saw when the small bipeds worshipped us as gods, to put it in their terms. It was boring. That fear whenever a monster would walk by their cave dwellings. It was all so very dull. The intelligence they so clearly had, muted and hidden away.”

This went on for a few minutes until she drained what was left in a single mouthfull, her throat glowed as the heat and smoke rose up, yet she did not release it yet. 

Instead she brought up the crystal she had been toying with cupped in all four hands and blew a steady stream of the black smoke onto the object in her grasp. The clouds billowed downward after making contact with the crystal, as though suddenly they were heavier than air and began to pool at the base of her seat.

She only stopped when the smoke stopped, the blue of her second iris’ glowing brightly as she smiled at he work. Placing a hand on the table she revealed a small statue of Gwyn made of crystal, the black smoke swirling within as if it was alive.

“A gift. For stengthening a future friendship.”

“Next up is the latest addition to the list. It has an almost earthy taste when drunk slowly, but if drunk rapidly has a heat to it that is supposedly similar to the lava that flows through the cities lower viaducts. It currently has no name and we are accepting recommendations for on how to improve it. ” Edmond informed them as he swapped out their old cups for fresh clean ones and pouring their next sample.

“Hmm we care not about which topic. In fact we wonder if you had any questions Gywn.” Kora spoke before taking a few quick sips of her drink, discovering for herself what their waiter meant as the heat rose up quickly from within causing small clouds of black smoke to slowly escape as she breathe.

@brazen-alatreon

“Much, much smaller. But as for one to have changed drastically over time the Raths, originally they had a shorter maw and their feet were not quite right for what was needed and their wings spans were far too small. It amazes us they didn’t die out.” She spoke up, she was genuinely impressed by the resiliance of the Rath line.

“There was once a species of Deviljho, remarkably calm compred to the ones we see these days. We believe this branch to have died out. Unable to contend with their more aggressive cousins.” She mused, finding Gywns interest refreshing

“Calm deviljho? Now I’ve heard everything.” He’d cackle quietly to himself, shifting about a bit as he thought further. “So, what do you think most of the tundra species came from in particular then? I’d have to say I can see some resemblances between them and others but can’t tell if they evolved from them or came from a single common ancestor.”

“There are natural adaptions in any eco system that most species will have in some form or another. But if we were to hazard a guess we would say they came from those that adapted originally, rather than from a singular common ancestor.

“Wars happen, the “good old days” were never as good as one remembers them to be. We find the circustances of todays world far more pleasing to our youth.” She sighed stirring her cup in lost thought.

“We saw when the small bipeds worshipped us as gods, to put it in their terms. It was boring. That fear whenever a monster would walk by their cave dwellings. It was all so very dull. The intelligence they so clearly had, muted and hidden away.”

“Next up is the latest addition to the list. It has an almost earthy taste when drunk slowly, but if drunk rapidly has a heat to it that is supposedly similar to the lava that flows through the cities lower viaducts. It currently has no name and we are accepting recommendations for on how to improve it. ” Edmond informed them as he swapped out their old cups for fresh clean ones and pouring their next sample.

“Hmm we care not about which topic. In fact we wonder if you had any questions Gywn.” Kora spoke before taking a few quick sips of her drink, discovering for herself what their waiter meant as the heat rose up quickly from within causing small clouds of black smoke to slowly escape as she breathe.

@brazen-alatreon

“Much, much smaller. But as for one to have changed drastically over time the Raths, originally they had a shorter maw and their feet were not quite right for what was needed and their wings spans were far too small. It amazes us they didn’t die out.” She spoke up, she was genuinely impressed by the resiliance of the Rath line.

“There was once a species of Deviljho, remarkably calm compred to the ones we see these days. We believe this branch to have died out. Unable to contend with their more aggressive cousins.” She mused, finding Gywns interest refreshing

“Calm deviljho? Now I’ve heard everything.” He’d cackle quietly to himself, shifting about a bit as he thought further. “So, what do you think most of the tundra species came from in particular then? I’d have to say I can see some resemblances between them and others but can’t tell if they evolved from them or came from a single common ancestor.”

“There are natural adaptions in any eco system that most species will have in some form or another. But if we were to hazard a guess we would say they came from those that adapted originally, rather than from a singular common ancestor.

“Wars happen, the “good old days” were never as good as one remembers them to be. We find the circustances of todays world far more pleasing to our youth.” She sighed stirring her cup in lost thought.

“We saw when the small bipeds worshipped us as gods, to put it in their terms. It was boring. That fear whenever a monster would walk by their cave dwellings. It was all so very dull. The intelligence they so clearly had, muted and hidden away.”

“Next up is the latest addition to the list. It has an almost earthy taste when drunk slowly, but if drunk rapidly has a heat to it that is supposedly similar to the lava that flows through the cities lower viaducts. It currently has no name and we are accepting recommendations for on how to improve it. ” Edmond informed them as he swapped out their old cups for fresh clean ones and pouring their next sample.

“Hmm we care not about which topic. In fact we wonder if you had any questions Gywn.” Kora spoke before taking a few quick sips of her drink, discovering for herself what their waiter meant as the heat rose up quickly from within causing small clouds of black smoke to slowly escape as she breathe.

@brazen-alatreon

“Much, much smaller. But as for one to have changed drastically over time the Raths, originally they had a shorter maw and their feet were not quite right for what was needed and their wings spans were far too small. It amazes us they didn’t die out.” She spoke up, she was genuinely impressed by the resiliance of the Rath line.

“There was once a species of Deviljho, remarkably calm compred to the ones we see these days. We believe this branch to have died out. Unable to contend with their more aggressive cousins.” She mused, finding Gywns interest refreshing

“Calm deviljho? Now I’ve heard everything.” He’d cackle quietly to himself, shifting about a bit as he thought further. “So, what do you think most of the tundra species came from in particular then? I’d have to say I can see some resemblances between them and others but can’t tell if they evolved from them or came from a single common ancestor.”

“There are natural adaptions in any eco system that most species will have in some form or another. But if we were to hazard a guess we would say they came from those that adapted originally, rather than from a singular common ancestor.

Safi let out a soft trill, continuing to press against Gwyn. Maybe Gwyn was too tired to heal themselves now. Well, there was always time to try again later.

The word ‘rest’ stuck in Safi’s mind for a bit. It…. seemed familiar enough. Was this like ‘sleep’? They knew about sleep. Sleep would probably be good for Gwyn, especially in his injured state. So, curling around Gwyn as best they could, Safi rested their head on Gwyn’s back, peering over them to get a good view of the cavern entrance. Rumbling a soft purr, Safi tried to make Gwyn as comfortable as they could.

“Reeesstttt” they cooed, nestling down and preparing to keep an eye out for any odd threats that decided to enter the area.

“Next up is the latest addition to the list. It has an almost earthy taste when drunk slowly, but if drunk rapidly has a heat to it that is supposedly similar to the lava that flows through the cities lower viaducts. It currently has no name and we are accepting recommendations for on how to improve it. ” Edmond informed them as he swapped out their old cups for fresh clean ones and pouring their next sample.

“Hmm we care not about which topic. In fact we wonder if you had any questions Gywn.” Kora spoke before taking a few quick sips of her drink, discovering for herself what their waiter meant as the heat rose up quickly from within causing small clouds of black smoke to slowly escape as she breathe.

@brazen-alatreon

“Much, much smaller. But as for one to have changed drastically over time the Raths, originally they had a shorter maw and their feet were not quite right for what was needed and their wings spans were far too small. It amazes us they didn’t die out.” She spoke up, she was genuinely impressed by the resiliance of the Rath line.

“There was once a species of Deviljho, remarkably calm compred to the ones we see these days. We believe this branch to have died out. Unable to contend with their more aggressive cousins.” She mused, finding Gywns interest refreshing

“Calm deviljho? Now I’ve heard everything.” He’d cackle quietly to himself, shifting about a bit as he thought further. “So, what do you think most of the tundra species came from in particular then? I’d have to say I can see some resemblances between them and others but can’t tell if they evolved from them or came from a single common ancestor.”

Granted, the Ice thing wasn’t something Safi had experienced before. Could they do that? Maybe it would be worth experimenting later, but right now they had to focus. The smell of seared flesh still emanated around the cavern, clouding Safi’s head with hints of red paranoia. So they nudged Gwyn one more time before pacing around the cavern restlessly, using their wings to try to push the soiled air out of the room.

Ah, much better. Now the air was much cleaner, and they could actually think. Safi knew that they could regenerate by pulling from the everstream… Maybe they could teach Gwyn how?

Safi issued a sharp trill towards Gwyn, attempting to grab the Alatreon’s attention. Carefully bringing a forearm into their mouth, they bit down on the scales, wincing as the force of their own jaws started to split and crack the scales. Before any true harm was done, Safi removed their arm and showed the harmed state to Gwyn, turning it over slightly. Then, they pressed the wounded hand to the ground and focused, beginning to draw the everstream’s energy into the wounds.

It…. Certainly burned. The everstream was a vast power, and even with their new body it was still ever so strong, sending a numbing heat through their entire body. As the wounds started to sear the scales shut, mending and bridging the gaps that Safi had created, the energy continued to wash through Safi’s entire body, etching faint constellations into their wing’s webbing.

Satisfied at the healing, they showed the formerly wounded arm to Gwyn again, before returning to the elder’s side and gently pressing against them, warbling a soft trill of encouragement. Seems that they wanted Gwyn to try the healing method they just demonstrated.

The licking took Gwyn off guard, though not enough to recoil. It was a... unusual sensation for him, it both hurt yet tickled at the same time and thus sort of made him shudder overall. His entire body giving a gentle shake in response. He couldn’t do much other than watch Safi for the time being, including how they were cleaning the air out with their wings. He would only gently sigh as he’d look up at them in response to the trill. A low gentle hum coming from him as he’d take note of what they were doing, that was when he saw them biting into their leg and it made him jump. He thought they were going mad for a moment before he saw they were showing him, were they hurting themselves as payment of sorts?

Then he saw that as he’d blink. “Huh...?” He’d pause as he’d narrow his eyes a bit. “...I don’t....” He’d pause as he’d sigh and closed his eyes and tried to well... put his foot against the ground. Yet... was unable to well, really draw the energy out. He didn’t have the ability to tap into the everstream in the slightest, or if he did he didn’t know how to access it at all. “...Can’t.” He’d say while keeping his head low, his tone a bit more... saddened now?

Gwyn didn’t really want to upset them but it seems no matter what he did he couldn’t heal himself like they could, but could they even understand that? Even as he kept trying there was no improvement, he didn’t have a good idea of how to do it, and was unsure if he had any ability to do so even if he did know how anyway.

“Caaaatch. Wrrrrestttleeeee” Safi was openly enjoying the playfighting, continuing to writhe and wrap their way around Gwyn while trying to gain the upper hand. Even with Gwyn going easy on the young elder, Safi found that they struggled with a fairly even match. Plus, the energy that Safi felt continued to just build and build…

Oh. They knew a way to release that.

Letting out a delighted trill at their idea of a trump card, Safi pulled slightly away from the Alatreon, opening it’s maw and letting a blue energy trickle forth. Soon enough the sapphire flames licked at the side of their mouth, condensing more and more until it peaked at one single spot, finally surging forth in a beam of caustic, liquid flame aimed straight at Gwyn.

Something clicked when the scent of burnt flesh reached Safi’s nose. They tensed immediately, pupils contracting into thin slits as they whipped their head around, looking for some small nonexistent threat. With rippling scales they stepped over Gwyn, snarling and lashing their tail as they continued to glance around the space warily, searching for the absent hunter that they knew was there somewhere. Yet, there was nothing but the sound of the other elder dragon around Safi. No armor clinking, no fluttering of scoutflies…

No. They didn’t want to experience pain again. Safi stalked forth, thoroughly examining each nook and cranny of the space around them, convinced that there was some threat about and clearly locked in some trauma-based paranoia.

Gwyn indeed was enjoying it, but then was baffled for just a brief moment as the blue flames started to force their way forth from their maw. It both peaked his curiosity and his concern to a mild extent. He saw it coming yet in his position he had no way of getting out of the way, merely mitigating part of the damage that such an attack would give.

And then, Gwyn pointed at the wound, then Safi.

Safi did this? But…. No, Safi was just… Wrestling, weren’t they? Sure they had a lot of energy, just wanted to blow off a little steam. Did…. Did they release their energy? At Gwyn? Slowly, keeping their head low to the ground, Safi slinked forward. They jerked their head back each time they smelt the burnt flesh, fighting the urge to delve back into that ever-present paranoid haze but continuing forward nonetheless, eventually closing the distance between them and Gwyn. Gently sniffing at the wound, they did indeed catch the scent of the everstream’s energy, still smoldering and dissolving some of Gwyn’s skin. This was Safi’s fault.

At the sound of their name, Safi’s head snapped towards Gwyn, red hue still swirling around it’s vision as they tried to focus on the other dragon. Going back and forth between vocalizing confused warbles and menacing growls, Safi shook their head, attempting to clear the haze that seemed to surround it at the moment. Once accomplished Safi looked back to Gwyn, lowering their head to the ground and uttering a concerned trill. Gwyn was…. Much worse for the wear. A large blast mark covered his chest, and blackened skin flecked away practically exposing the muscle underneath. How did this happen?

And then, Gwyn pointed at the wound, then Safi.

Safi did this? But…. No, Safi was just… Wrestling, weren’t they? Sure they had a lot of energy, just wanted to blow off a little steam. Did…. Did they release their energy? At Gwyn? Slowly, keeping their head low to the ground, Safi slinked forward. They jerked their head back each time they smelt the burnt flesh, fighting the urge to delve back into that ever-present paranoid haze but continuing forward nonetheless, eventually closing the distance between them and Gwyn. Gently sniffing at the wound, they did indeed catch the scent of the everstream’s energy, still smoldering and dissolving some of Gwyn’s skin. This was Safi’s fault.

Safi inclined their head slightly towards Gwyn, letting out a sad, apologetic keen. They knew that they had messed up, and clearly Gwyn was not pleased with their actions either. Safi didn’t know that their beam would have this effect, they only wanted to play. But now they knew, the beam was way too much, too harmful to be properly used in play. This also meant that things like the crystal was too much, or anything involving using the everstream’s energy. Safi certainly wouldn’t make that mistake again.

Gwyn stood there, unflinching as he let them slowly understand it bit by bit. His torso felt like he had almost been cut in half from how intense the burning was, he knew this was not the case but regardless. He’d sigh in response to the noise they made, he had to admit. He was displeased but there was no point in being angry, if they understood what was wrong he expected they’ve already learnt their lesson. Thus the elder merely raised his biological leg and put it at the top and ran it down it’s length, forming a mass of ice against his body against the wound. The numbness of the cold would help a little at least... He’d try to not frown at Safi, though even so.. he’d shudder. Unable to contain the full extent of his injury when he wasn’t prepared to fight. “Safi, no beam.” He’d state at them, as he steeled his tone. However the pain did leak through. He was bringing his head down towards the earth, towards Safi’s own. “Be careful.” He said, as he’d start to press against them. Those turquoise eyes of his emitting a gentle glow as he’d try to comfort the other elder, trying to downplay the injuries full effects even. Keeping his breathing steady was difficult but he had to do it for their sake.

“Caaaatch. Wrrrrestttleeeee” Safi was openly enjoying the playfighting, continuing to writhe and wrap their way around Gwyn while trying to gain the upper hand. Even with Gwyn going easy on the young elder, Safi found that they struggled with a fairly even match. Plus, the energy that Safi felt continued to just build and build…

Oh. They knew a way to release that.

Letting out a delighted trill at their idea of a trump card, Safi pulled slightly away from the Alatreon, opening it’s maw and letting a blue energy trickle forth. Soon enough the sapphire flames licked at the side of their mouth, condensing more and more until it peaked at one single spot, finally surging forth in a beam of caustic, liquid flame aimed straight at Gwyn.

Something clicked when the scent of burnt flesh reached Safi’s nose. They tensed immediately, pupils contracting into thin slits as they whipped their head around, looking for some small nonexistent threat. With rippling scales they stepped over Gwyn, snarling and lashing their tail as they continued to glance around the space warily, searching for the absent hunter that they knew was there somewhere. Yet, there was nothing but the sound of the other elder dragon around Safi. No armor clinking, no fluttering of scoutflies…

No. They didn’t want to experience pain again. Safi stalked forth, thoroughly examining each nook and cranny of the space around them, convinced that there was some threat about and clearly locked in some trauma-based paranoia.

Gwyn indeed was enjoying it, but then was baffled for just a brief moment as the blue flames started to force their way forth from their maw. It both peaked his curiosity and his concern to a mild extent. He saw it coming yet in his position he had no way of getting out of the way, merely mitigating part of the damage that such an attack would give.

The instant Gwyn started moving away, Safi bounded after the big elder, earth tremoring underneath the two. The young elder was rather fast, nearly getting a nip on the Alatreon’s tail from time to time but never fully closing on Gwyn. All the while, Safi’s mind rolled the idea of the word “catch” around its head. Was that what they were doing? Trying to catch the other?

Tightening the circle in which they ran, Safi attempted to run perpendicular to Gwyn, significantly closing the distance between the two before the Alatreon veered off, not allowing Safi to get quite close enough. Switching up the strategy every so often, Safi continued to weave around the other elder, slowly but certainly gaining ground on the other.