Duine Diongbháilte

                                                                          @minervakins

he supposed he should be shocked, face to face with a beast of legend. could be worse– the monster could’ve bitten his head off and been done with it by now if it meant any great measure of harm. at the moment, he was probably some new curious thing it’s found and still can’t gauge, and he was alright with that. 

his initial surprise eased away, brows lowering, leaving a tempered smile in its wake, and he raised a hand into view. in its palm was nestled a block of wood, partially carved into what was thus far appearing the shape of a wyvern– at least, that’s what the book he was using for reference called it.

          “so, how’s it lookin’? okay so far?” 

may as well get an opinion from a real dragon, right? at least a snort of approval or something. if it ate him, he’d know who to blame. the book– obviously the book.

      Those who got too near the black beast usually became a target for biting practice. Especially if they were a stranger and someone whom she didn’t know at all. Holding out your hand to the wyvern was almost asking for your hand to be bitten, but luckily the item in hand would interest her. It’d do nothing but observe for almost what seemed like for a minute before she’d open her massive jaws and proceed to give a loud howling screech for those within the mile to hear.

      With the response to him, it’s rider would give a laugh as she had came to see what the ruckus would be about. The sight she saw, she’d describe it as adorable. ❝ Minerva said it’s decent looking, she likes it. ❞ Instead of a screeching loud booming voice from a wyvern, Cherche would think it’d probably be best if a normal voice would translate. Perhaps not make someone go deaf as well.

Yaiba nodded, still looking a little like someone had justsmacked him on the head, but a curious light was creeping into his eyes. He setdown the parcel hanging from his back and unwrapped it, revealing a bladedinstrument.

“If she does not prefer the touch of man, would she still beaverse to the music of one? Hence, I would Legend of Serenade her, if given buta single moment of an instant of an opportunity!”

      ❝ You wish to serenade her...? ❞ Her eyes would gaze up to her dear friend in wonder of that. Never had someone wanted to sing a song or play any instrument for the wyvern before. The rider was unsure if she’d even like it or not, but there was always a first for everything wasn’t there? Plus, it seemed like he was very excited to do so. Who was she to deny someone wanting to bestow a lovely gift upon her friend?

Something he liked? A snort escaped at the prospect.

❝ What I like is peace and quiet and I’m not getting any of that with those brats around. ❞

❝ Hardly. ❞ He speaks through gritted teeth, apparently blind to these ‘charms’.

❝ But if you must know, yes, I find it completely stupid. ❞ 

“Youths? I’m more than likely three times your age.”

Idiots. Idiots everywhere!

❝ What the Hell’s wrong with all of you… ❞

@minervakins

Yaiba was seeing things. He had to be seeing things becausehe had never actually seen a dragon in person before. His eyes fell on thewoman next to the noble creature – she appeared to be dressed to match (whichwas definitely the most metal thing Yaiba had seen here in this city).

He couldn’t stop staring… he was going to be stuck there fora while.

      The peering eyes of strangers toward her companion was something she had grown quite accustomed to already. In fact, it’d just make her silently laugh now at the adorable shocked expressions that everyone would have. It was obvious many people here were never expecting to see a massive black scaly creature that could perhaps kill you before you could run away. It was quite amusing.

“O-Oh no, I could never do that–I will make due until I find someone skilled with an iron and fire.” he remembered making his own sometime before, but that had been with guidance. Libra could never claim to be a smith; he lacked the soul one needed to put into their craft, to give each weapon a spirit. It brought him some sorrow, but there were things that could not be changed. He could be satisfied with the blessings the gods had bestowed him with. More importantly– “Minerva? She is here?” Libra’s eyes light up again. “Would it be too much trouble to see her, Cherche?” he of course didn’t mean right away, but it’d be a lie to say he didn’t hope she could be summoned easily with but a call. “Oh, but I feel I must get her something to eat…I will go to a market right away. Where and when can I meet you?” he’s determined.

      ❝ Are you sure? I certainly do not mind lending you one for now. ❞

      The feeling she was getting was unsettling, it was because she was thinking about how unarmed he was. The rider didn’t want to see him get hurt with the lack of equipment on hand and be it her fault if something were to happen. The feeling would not set well with her, she didn’t do well with guilt. ❝ Or would you call for me if something were to happen? ❞ A small joke as she’d let out a small giggle hidden behind her gloved hand as she raised it up to her lips.

They’re both laughing now, it seemed! Her amusement made quick work of putting him at ease. Libra had no pride to take offense to the sound of it; he’d made a silly mistake, and that was fine. Instead he nods and beams, gratitude shining. “Bless you.” Bringing his rod to his chest, the monk considers it. If only there were some way to reach out to them…but oh, this city and its inhabitants were so vast and unknown. His mind whirled just thinking of their number. Perhaps for now that was not the mission Naga intended him. “Cherche…I beg you, do you have your axe? It seems mine was confiscated upon arrival.”

      Her eyes would close and her smile would be bright as she quite frankly missed this sort of conversation with many of the shepherds. Too long has it been since she had laughed this much with a friend. It almost made her feel slightly lonely, but there was no need for that. There was Minerva and then Libra here for the present.

      ❝ My axe? ❞

It’s probably for the best that she doesn’t mention it. Though Libra wouldn’t take offense to the compliment (he knows Cherche means no ill will), he’s already ruffled as it is. “Ahh….it seems I’ll have my work cut out for me when subjects like this arise. Will you help me when that time comes, Cherche?” he planned on keeping his mind sharp and ears diligent of course, but it didn’t hurt to ask. She was obviously much more accustomed to this realm and its ways. He admired her savvy.  

“Let us pray that no one takes it as I did, then. They will be in for a shock.” ahh, there’s a laugh. It’s the first he’s had since arriving, and it warms Libra from the bottom up.

      She would try her best to stifle a laugh that wanted to come out, but it came out as an amused giggle more than something to hide. ❝ It’s nothing to worry of, many words here are more modern to what we are used to. Mayhaps though it would not hurt to assist you if you are in need of me. I do not mind at all. ❞

      ❝ I would not want you to mistake words for something else again. Though, pray forgive me...it is slightly amusing. ❞

Oh no, you’ve embarrassed him. Libra coughs into his fist, cheeks tinging. “I-I gathered as much. I’m simply not sure how the phrase relates. It makes little sense.” he shakes his head, mulling on the thought. “Unless it implies aggression or…passion?” Something told him he was over-complicating things. 

      She really wanted to comment on how cute it was how he might be slightly over thinking it. Yet she would refrain from doing so, it would appear he was already embarrassed due to the reddening tint to his cheeks. How cute. ❝ It’s just a silly new way to call kissing I think. Nothing to do with any form of aggression, just young ones being silly per usual. ❞

“…wouldn’t this “lip punching” require use of force? A headbutt, perhaps?” He’s not sure how punching translates, but this is a new land. Libra is more than willing to be educated.