#timekeeperlindar

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“Just you wait Darius! My next performance will be a thousand times better than yours! You may think I didn’t notice that joke you snuck in there about bards. But, I did! I saw it! Calling my stories too overdone? Have you looked in the mirror lately? I could have sworn you used the same plot point in your last production. Honestly, calling me overdone? I mean, come on...”

Tomas didn’t really hate Darius, he was simply playing up the drama. Both dragons were lovers of attention. And nothing was more exciting than to see than a rivalry. It pushed Darius and Tomas to work harder, so that they could bring out the best in one another. Such determination could not be matched.

The main problem was, Tomas was stumped. He couldn’t think of anything. At times like this, Tomas would turn to Spyro or another for some help. No one was around at the moment though or was there?

timekeeperlindar:

Liac saw that his little joke had befuddled the kid more than amused him, and was quick to rectify: “My bad- maybe shouldn’t have spilled the coffee beans, there. Uh…You know what? If you’re already up and at ‘em, why don’t you and me head on down to the kitchens and get some grape juice. You like grape juice?- If not, I think we have other stuff, too- unless they changed things while I was gone- I know Baruti accidentally scrambles stuff around during his turns in the kitchens, and it drives Useni crazy,” he chuckled. In one smooth motion Liac slipped off the edge of the bed into some blue plushie narwhal slippers, stretched, and began to shuffle towards the bedroom door.

As a result of his fragile infant mind having been fried, Herbi immediately peered back down at Liac’s feet to try find the theoretical coffee beans.

He did not succeed.

The hatchling could, however, easily agree that he may as well grab something to eat or drink now that he was wide awake. If he had ears like Liac’s (or external ears at all, really), they would have risen at the suggestion, followed by several awkward repositionings as he attempted to follow along with the tangent about Baruti and Useni.

Alas, all Herbi could provide was another empty-headed stare. Were coffee beans still involved? Did this have anything to do with coffee being similar to tea?

“Yes sir.” The dragon would say as he carefully made his way towards the space that Lindar had gestured to. Slowly maneuvering through the shop as he gently set the boxes down. He was trying his best to handle the contents of the box with utmost care to not break any of the parts in it. Though his muscles were not very happy with him taking his time.

As soon as the boxes were placed down Bravad would rub his arms a bit, stretching them out. Words could not describe how sore they now were, but he made that choice to not take two trips, or ask for help. Now he was dealing with the consequence.

Lindar wasn't sure what to think. What to do.

He stood outside of Tomas's tower, looking up at the dim windows. The curtains were drawn closed, allowing no light, and thus no way to see any signs of life from within.

Lindar hadn't seen Tomas in a while, and it worried him; had this sudden disappearance been his fault? Was Tomas angry with him?

He wouldn't put it above him. He had broken his lute string, after all, and he supposed that he may have offended Tomas some other way without realizing; but in any case, he had to apologize. He...didn't want Tomas to be upset any more. Especially not at him.

He knocked on the door again, after quite a few unsuccessful tries. He counted the minutes that passed in his mind as he awaited response, but was again met with cold silence.

Guilt turned to desperation. He knocked again.

"...Tomas?" He called.

Nothing. He knocked.

"...Is this about the lute strings? Or something else?"

Silence. He sighed.

"...Look, I'm sorry. I don't know what I did...but maybe we should talk about it? It could help," he couldn't stop some of his passive-agression from leaking into his voice. He took a minute to calm down before continuing with a more sincere tone. "...I just...I don't want you to be mad at me..."

The horologist quickly blinked back tears; what would Tomas think if he suddenly started crying? He gulped down the lump in his throat before leaning his forehead against the door with a shivering sigh.

"...Look, you can do whatever you want to me, I don't care; dress me up in a jester's costume or a princess gown, put me in the dunk tank, make me dance around Town Square painted completely pink, or even put me in stocks and throw rotting tomatoes at me for all I care! Look...I just..."

He closed his eyes.

"...I just want to see you again..."

{🔥}—; Spyro trotted along the grassy meadows of Stone Hill, chasing around some sheep for fun and racing around with Sparx. Feeling all excited after hearing of a kart racing tournament taking place in another realm, something he was very interested in as he liked to race!

It’d be the first time he’d be driving a kart in one but he was excited nonetheless. Though on his walk he noticed something out of place....he saw Lindar laying on his back near the castle like he’d just passed out. 

The young dragon raised a brow and quickly made his way over to him, hopping up onto his stomach and walking over to his chest and looked at his closed eyes, he could feel his stomach moving up and down with his breathing so at least he seemed okay just knocked out. Spyro pat his snout and nose, trying to get him to wake up but it looked like he was really out cold like something had shaken him. “Hey Lindar, y’doing alright?”

Lindar was in need of restocking his supply of hair care products, so he declared to Amber they’d be paying a visit to the Magic Crafters realm to buy more of the aforementioned items. Undoubtedly, the small gem had tagged along, happy to see more of the Dragon Realms. 

Right as the duo were about to return back to Stone Hill in the Artisans realm, a wizard in a gray cloak, face, and dark shades approached them, grinning mischievously. “Oooh, finally, some new targets to try my spell on...” it said, snickering. With a raise and wave of its wand and an unintelligible incantation, it sent a stream of sparkly gray magic, lifting up Amber and Lindar, enveloping their bodies. Amber wiggled and struggled to break loose, but it was futile, she was trapped. “H-hey! Let me go!” she grunted. Within seconds, she felt a numbness permeating her form, losing all physical sensation and ability to move at all, and soon, her vision and hearing faded out as well, falling into unconsciousness, a black void, nothingness. The grayfaced wizard snickered again, watching as the spell concluded, leaving its two targets facedown on the ground. “That oughta do it...” with that, it ran off, disappearing in a puff of smoke.