#vahermagei

Jaegar found it oddly comforting to listen to others sing. The life of a siren was charmed, of a bit unwieldy at times. The power to bring a spotlight onto one’s self at any moment oftentimes meant, without proper care, attention was drawn to said self at the most inopportune times.

It was calming to see the other side of the coin. Someone without gifted powers, but cultivated talent instead, being granted the spotlight for their prowess. It took work no doubt, more work than he ever put into his voice, but the Siren found it charming. The act to sing and then to turn it off.

A medical mask was the least obtrusive way he found to muffle himself - albeit it did bring a few cautious glances his way wherever he went. Better than enraptured stares, but still he found it made him uncomfortable.

So he sat in some far off corner while the woman on stage sang, ordering the two drink limit but only removing his mask for the scantest moments before swiftly sliding it back up again. He had hardly drank a fourth of his first glass by the time the songstress was done with her set, but he was thoroughly entertained regardless.

...Well, time to get going - he had his fill and saw no reason in staying for the rest of the show.

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My, that’s a red face and stammering doctor.

Since Ruby had been found, The Informants hadn’t been sending Emerald on as many missions as of late, not that she minded all that much but something just felt off to her. Things had been too normal, too domestic lately and usually The Informants broke those streaks up with some kind of missions for her to deal with. Yet, it had been a couple of months and there was nothing there.

Emerald felt restless as she sat on the couch, looking over the last files that had been sent to her about the rift between the worlds. Her leg bounced up and down as she looked at the documents, troubled.  It had been getting bigger and there was nothing The Informants could do to stop that despite their resources. It was like something kept tearing a hole whenever they sealed the last one. Whatever it was obviously wanted to keep the rift open , but Emerald just didn’t understand why other than if they were planning some kind of invasion.

A low growl escaped her lips, her eyebrows furrowing in thought at just what sort of abominations could flood this place. There was no way that nothing wrong, they were hiding from her again, but what was it?

Lyth was out shopping so now was good time to just go and check, just for a minute. She’d be back before Lyth even realized she was gone.

Rising off the couch Emerald slid to the backdoor and took the back roads of the city till she ran into the countryside, from there, she shifted into Lupus form, taking off into the direction of the Rift that had brought her here in the first place. Legs pumping, muscles rippling beneath her pelt,  blue eyes focused on the horizon

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The Rift itself was right next to a small lake, one that Emerald had landed in when she first arrived in this world. It was hard to see unless it was in use, but that occasional glimmer in the sky and the static in the air was all Emerald needed to know that it was still open. She skid to a halt right in front of the lake, senses scanning all sides for any sign of abnormal activity.

That is, until she caught an all too familiar scent. Emerald cringed which was even visible on her lupine face and she shifted back into humanoid form.

“The scary monsters? Well, they certainly don’t come here.” Lyth chuckled, carefully hugging the young girl with a low, fierce growl. “They’ll find something much worse than their stinky teeth and overgrown toenails waiting for them.” The dragoness then briefly kissed the top of Ava’s head. “In all seriousness, the scary monsters eventually fade into the shade from where they once came from. They will not harm you, dear.”

“...You sure?” Ava looked up at her uncertainly, eyes wide and worried.  Bad dreams had kept her awake again, and this was not the first time she had found it difficult to be alone at night. She was snuggled up safe against Lyth’s chest, candlelight dancing on the walls and chasing shadows out of the dark corners of the room.

“Oh you know, fighting other dragons because their egos are too big for their territory. Or something like that, I’ve never understood the concept.” A partial lie. Sort of. Lyth wasn’t about to tell him, of course. Sniff, sniff. That smells like macaroon. She wanted one. “What did you bring with you?”

A quirk of the brow as he  continued chewing up the morsel. Fighting other dragons? Scars from her main form remained in her human form? Glamours and illussion magic was always so confusing to him. A part of her story felt off, but he came here for advice.

“Macaroons. I think I’ve finally got the texture down-pat. Blasted things always came out a bit too soft... was looking for a more refined palette than Caela to give ‘em a go.”