#lostdragonprince

Standing, he stretched, feeling like maybe finding something to do would help. Turning to leave, he bumped into someone. The faint sound of something clattering meant he probably dropped his phone… again. He still wasn’t used to those.

“Sorry, nomi…” He apologized, tilting his head to look the other in the eye.

Dune had long located food he was familiar with and food he’d found in the Apostles’ archives, welcome options away from the Earth fare he accepted at best. The foods lined up from other worlds, even if entirely unfamiliar, felt like a respite. As it was, these circumstances lined up one of the most pleasant moods possible in the city. When he could get away, he did.

Parting from a small dish of a diced creature he’d never heard of, he continued on his way to another unfamiliar stand. A boy was already there, and Dune peered around him, eyes scanning the generous display. The impression was that the options weren't unusual, but they were prepared differently somehow. 

“Are you familiar with this?” he asked, stepping to the stranger’s side properly. Every stall belonged to someone’s memory, and every stall probably had a regular that had nothing to do with it.

   unfortunately, it seems your absence has been very much noted. the moment you’d stepped into eriol’s marketplace, you’d caught sight of knights bearing that estate’s crest. even more unfortunately for you, your hurry to escape their line of sight -- you really hate your family’s red hair right about now -- has caused you to smack into someone. 

“sorry, sorry--” you briefly glance back over your shoulder, hoping they haven’t noticed you yet. “are you alright?” 

“ spread your feet a bit. raise your hand on the handle a little bit higher. eyes straight, and keep to your target. sides, up and then back down. “ while a novel task, percival found himself  each day, his hands more full with those who would want to learn how to use a weapon under his teaching, and to be honest, he was always on fence about it. the uneasiness in his gut from the stalemate between the four countries made him realize and understand that teaching these people to defend themselves was unfortunately the only thing he could offer onto them in trying times. while he wouldn’t force those who couldn’t fight to do so.. a lot of lives were on the line and they needed the protection at hand. 

♕ - ; he had been handed off one of the younger knights to train.. a look of surprise on his face at the familiar young boy whom had been put under his care. he knew he had a strong, devote heart, so training him would be easy. for a kingdom that devout itself to magic so heavily, it was no surprise there were few who could properly use a sword. and so that’s why he was here. to ensure that anyone who would fight could do so effectively to keep themselves safe. 

“ stay focused. don’t let your stance waver or you’ll find yourself at the end of cold steel. “ 

The first thing Aysha notices when she wakes up from her nap, is that the sofa seems a lot bigger than she remembers. The second thing she notices, is that her arms are now black furry legs. And that’s when she realizes that she’s now a fox. 

Immediately she springs up with a loud squeal, scurrying lap after excited lap around the living room unable to contain the ecstatic energy inside her. 

That is until, with a poof of white smoke, she transforms back into her human form. She is, admittedly a bit disappointed that the transformation is over so soon. But more than that, she’s struck with the overwhelming desire to show someone, anyone her newly unlocked power. 

She flips through her contacts before landing on Euden’s number. 

[To: Euden

From: Aysha]

[txt] Hey!

[txt] are u free?

[txt] wanna meet up?

Euden eyes seem to sparkle when Lucifer hands him a feather, its so soft and perfect he almost can’t believe it. It reminds him a bit of a Light Dragon’s feather and he smiles brightly at Lucifer. “No! I love it, its so beautiful.” That does lead to Euden also asking about Lucifer’s sudden wings. “Did you always have wings Lucifer? I didn’t see them before but they remind me a lot of wings some dragons have back home!”

“You are not incorrect. I did not have my wings when we first met. But by some miracle, they were returned to me through a gift. I suspect that it is only temporary... It is likely that you will not see them again when we next meet.”

He does smile, though, when Euden says his plume is beautiful. Lucifer is not one to take pride in his appearance, but praise from one he has befriended always makes him happy. 

“ at what age did you start using a sword? taking on the task of protecting those with no one left to protect them is quite the weight for someone of your age. “