#ithring

I sat down and made some patterns with the ac pattern tool site (which was harder than I thought lol); mainly to have the QR version (I have new leaf for 3DS but never really got into it) and the pattern for new horizons (which I actually play). Anyway, here they are if anyone wants to use them :)

And the patterns if you want to make them yourself (zarroc is also uploaded to the design app in ACNH if you search there);

"Ono eru neiat älfakyn.." kelerel says to the hooded stranger. [you are not elf-kin] though his presence is filled with magic, it oozes from him, she knows immediately he is not one of her kin. however — alagaësia is filled with strange magic, a lesson she's learning quickly; from galbatorix's foul ra'zac to the oddity that was angela and the werecat solembum, the latter of whom she is quite fond. it's unusual that kelerel can feel the living sentience of everything around her, everything save for him .. he's undeniably there, but whatever walls he has fixed around his mind are fierce; so much so he could perhaps walk undetected. — undetected by most anyone save for the elves, even an elven youth like herself. she is the youngest of her race, but even the weakest elf is more powerful than the strongest mortal.

   "Iknol eru ono .. who are you?"

for @ithring , murtagh morzansson

atop a high boulder,   howl sits,   leaned over his thighs with his hands to either side,   so as not to lose his balance easily.   from here,   his view of the valley that stretches below is quite vast.   if he squints,   he can even trick himself into think he sees a hint of @ithring's dragon    but,   then,   he’s not so certain he believes the creature has even heard the call.   if the human's and the dragon’s connection are anything like his and calcifer’s,   then perhaps it has,   and he's curious to know a great lot of things about how it all works.

he is quiet,   though,   sitting atop his boulder.   the dragon rider in question seems to prefer the ground.   or else he just can't climb up something so steep and so tall,   which is the more likely case.    ❝    how far away can you be from your dragon before you can communicate ?   ❞ he asks,   in phlegmatic curiosity.    ❝    is it very far away ?   or must you be close ?    ❞

.゜––   starter call.  /  𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. ✨ dragon/s.

ᴅᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ? // @ithring

"That explains the crick in my neck." She rubs at the back of her neck to ease the knot in muscle, she glances over to her roommate, then to a clock on the wall. Sonja had slept through most of the afternoon, she had been more tired than she'd thought. "Might have to get us a more comfortable couch, that one's like dragonscales."

She can feel Szélanya's mind brush against hers, the distance of the dragons den from the apartment was just enough to make it too far for their bond to hear her clearly. She suspected her bonded had been showing off during the flight drills, but for who she couldn't say yet. "If I keep doing that, I might have to get us a more comfortable couch."

She gets up from the couch and stretches out languidly like a cat, walking past him to their shared kitchen. Were it anyone else, she might have been embarrassed to have been caught sleeping. Sonja had enough presence of mind to change from flight gear to her pyjamas; Murtagh had seen her come home from nights out before, to stumbling out of her room in the morning huddled in a robe in a drowsy pursuit of coffee. Sonja thought nothing of it, no matter how her dragon seemed amused by it and would point out when the shirt or sweatpants she had on were borrowed from him.

It was late at night when the airline had called, moments after she had just fallen asleep. She answered the phone with an irritated sigh, listening to the explanation. Airplane had to be grounded from bad weather, they needed her to put up in her cabins some of the passengers for a week or more. She agreed, after negotiating that the airline would pay for the inconvenience (especially after calling her at a ungodly hour) not the stranded passengers. She ran her fingers through her hair to make it presentable, threw on clean clothes before heading out to her truck.

Least she could do was drive into town, and pick them up. The rancher wouldn't necessarily disclose she was the owner, they were guests the airline paid for and wouldn't be likely to stay. Few did, the town was too remote, lack of cell service and modern creature comforts was enough to drive the rest away. It was quiet, but she liked it that way.

Sonja threw the truck into a parking spot, turned off the ignition, then too up vigil leaning against the front grill. She could see one of her neighbours was waiting as well. Half would go with Lucian, the others would get into her truck. She gave a nod in greeting then turned her eyes towards the small procession of passengers leave the plane and head towards them. Her gazed fixed on one of the men, he looked tired to her. Tired beyond just exhaustion, a weariness she knew well. She told herself to let it go, he wouldn't be staying long, no need to let her curiosity get the better of her.

"You can throw you bag in the back, drive out is just shy of twenty minutes. C'mon, I'm looking forward to crashing and going to sleep just as much as you are." Sonja greeted them, briefly looking each of them in the face before simply turning on her heel and getting back in the truck. She drummed her fingers against the steering wheel, wishing she'd gotten a black coffee from the diner when she could've. She flicked her eyes over, surprised to see the tired man climb into the passenger seat beside her. "Make sure you're buckled up, the road gets pretty bumpy not much further from here."

Sonja started the drive back, trying to decide how much sleep she'd try to get before she got back up to start the daily work. As much as she could, after making breakfast in the main house for everyone. It was a relief to roll up to the front gates, the sign silhouetted against the rising sun behind it it declared that they'd arrived at Raven's Roost. Home, for her. A temporary sanctuary for the rest.

breath of the wild / accepting / @ithring

"You must have seen a battle or two."

     Said to any other child with a sword and shield on their back, it might've sounded less like a damnation.

     Link huffs a small laugh beneath his breath. It dies quickly, more tired than amused, 'cause the truth is at once so much bigger and just that simple. He thinks the man maybe knows this, or maybe intuits it — the way only someone who's looked in a mirror and seen a similar thing staring back at them can. There aren't many strangers who would give that kind of weight to an observation like that.

     Less would connect enough about Link to truly make it.

The unruly son Always Accepting @ithring

"Watch your fucking tone with me, boy!" Their little argument was already drawing the attention of several others, not that he cared about their opinion in the first place. If they knew what was good for them they best kept to themselves and their mouths shut.

His son however was a complete other matter. With his own mind for once not clouded by alcohol, he could already feel the headache forming. Morzan should have ignored the call for attendance, but the king had been adamant and he knew better than to refuse his old friend. Something about keeping up appearances, not that he had listened. It didn't interest him in the slightest.