Is "Done" An Emotion? Because I Feel That In My Soul
Jun 8, 2020 10:13:46 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2020 10:13:46 GMT -5
It had been raining all week. And not just any cute kind of raining, where it was all light drizzles that encouraged everyone to go jump in mud puddles. No, this was just a steady, dreary downpour that didn't let up. Sometimes, it would thunder and lightening, and at other times, the rain turned into sweets or lemons or spaghetti, before turning back into rain. But all in all, it kind of sucked.
Not that our lovable kind of eccentric bookshop owner noticed. Oh, no. It was dark and gloomy and no one was out and about, thus it was absolutely perfect. He could sit by the fireplace, with a half dozen books around him, and a magical cup of never-emptying tea, and just read. Didn't have to worry about customers, or weird creatures breaking in, or. Well. Anything.
Okay, there was a nagging in the back of his mind. Something like fingernails over a chalk board, something that was to the left of his anxiety and suggesting that, somewhere, something was actually wrong.
But, if it wasn't just his mind playing tricks on him, Zirah was perfectly positive that some handsome hero in a tasteful outfit, with long flowing locks, would take care of it.
That image was just enough to distract him from the book his was reading, make him take off his cute little reading glasses, and just stare into the fireplace for a moment. Because huh.
Anyways.
The rain finally did stop. The clouds didn't go away, though. No cheerful sun peeked past them, and the temperature was still mild and clammy and humid as hell. It was doing awful things to Zirah's curls, if he had bothered to notice. But he didn't, because he was too busy trying to deal with a headache. That nails-on-chalkboard had upgraded to full on opera singing in his head, and the mage was kind of positive at this point there was magic afoot. He was no seer or oracle, but, well. Sometimes gut feelings happened that had nothing to do with eating too much cheesecake.
Later, Zirah would be very glad he didn't eat any cheesecake for breakfast. Because upon stepping outside, he was promptly kidnapped. By something that had talons, and wings, and okay, so Zirah didn't bother looking up and finding out what had grabbed him by the arms. He was too busy screaming his head off. And flailing. Because the fact it'd be bad to be dropped from up high hadn't occurred to him. Too busy screaming.
It would be a wet, sandy beach he was dumped on, eventually. Which was just downright unfair, because now there was wet clinging sand...well, clinging to him.
Gasping for breath, his throat sore for obvious reasons, Zirah shakily got to his feet and busied himself with trying to brush the sand from his bottom and off his trouser legs. Because that was so much more important.
Ahem.
There might have been another eep from Zirah, that he would otherwise deny, when he focused on the actual problem at hand. That is to say, there was a...a...something. He knew what it was. He'd read books about them. But he was too busy gawking at the, the...
Gryphon.
Gryphon! Yes. That. "Um."
You do not listen well. It is not my fault I had to drag you here.
"......."
They're going to die without your help.
"........"
I can't decide if you're overly dramatic or just useless.
"....Yes?" I mean, lets be honest here.
...I can accept that. The Orbit huffed, feathers fluffing for a moment in what might be amusement.
There were also drums in the distance. And a rolling peal of thunder overhead. Thankfully, though, the rain had not started.
Zirah glanced around in what he hoped was a subtle way (it wasn't), and hoped he didn't seem obviously disappointed (he did) when there was no strapping, handsome hero that would swoop in and save him and whatever else was out here. From the big mean gryphon.
Said gryphon rolled his eyes.
The rains washed some stupid firelizard's clutch down here. Why she laid near the beach, I do not know.
"Firelizard?" The mental image that popped up was terrifying.
How have you survived this long? The gryphon deadpanned. But he refused to change his mind. I have already set up dry blankets and towels over there. A wing flicked off to the right, pointing out the blankets and two eggs that were already on them. You just need to do your magic thing to keep them warm.
"Wai--"
I have also provided bowls of food for the youngsters. He nodded to the bowls,near the blankets. There was a nice selection of raw and dried meats for the taking.
"That looks disg--"
All you need to do is keep things warm, say hello to the people that will answer the drums call, and maybe provide them with light, if it gets darker. Maybe you can even try to be more useful, and block the rain if it comes.
"Now wait a mom--!"
The eggs are buried in the sand. If people do not get to them, they will either be crushed, or the chicks will suffocate when they hatch. The Orbit sat. Cocked his head and stared at Zirah. The drums beat more urgently, and lightening lit up the sky.
Zirah said some very, very rude things, complete with a rude gesture, before stomping over to the blankets and doing his magic thing. They would be nice and toasty for eggs or cold, hatched babies to rest on.
Also, because he was not useless, thank you very much, there was some less rude gestures and more spell work, and soon there was tables set up with many different pots of hot tea and hot coffee, cups galore, milk and cream and honey and sugar, and delightful little cookies of all flavors.
The The Average Sized Egg, all nestled on a warm blanket, cracked open, and just the head of the Moroccan Mint Tea Blizzard pushed out. She seemed far too tired to do much else right then.
On the other hand, the occupant of the The Cracked Egg, had no such problem with being tired. It was loud. It rocked back and forth, the crack on it splintering, but nothing had escaped yet. Though there was much angry screeching. Because how dare an egg contain it.
Zirah's head was still throbbing, and the Orbit had his beak gaped, clearly laughing at him.
Notes:
...Make sure to checkout the Firelizard information and coo over all the newly written ranks~
...Do whatever you want. Bring shinies, dig for eggs, eat snacks, help babies hatch. This will be very laid back, and you can post as much as you want between my posts.
...Feel free to have your character find an egg. Please BOLD it if you pick your own egg, to make it easier to see. If you want me to pick an egg for you, I can do that.
...One found egg per post, please, and no more than 2 per each of my posts.
...If you have multiple characters, feel free to bring them all. There are 20 firelizards that can bond. There's plenty to go around. However, if playing multiple characters, please keep it to 1 egg found per character, per my rounds, please.
...No prefs, just attend the babies you like. If you really do not want someone, however, don't hesitate to let me know.
...Any questions, just shoot me a pm :)
Disclaimer: I know next to nothing about tea. I drink it occasionally. I usually prefer coffee. I simply had fun going through tea sites and finding ridiculous titles for baby firelizards.
Next post: Sunday the 21st
Not that our lovable kind of eccentric bookshop owner noticed. Oh, no. It was dark and gloomy and no one was out and about, thus it was absolutely perfect. He could sit by the fireplace, with a half dozen books around him, and a magical cup of never-emptying tea, and just read. Didn't have to worry about customers, or weird creatures breaking in, or. Well. Anything.
Okay, there was a nagging in the back of his mind. Something like fingernails over a chalk board, something that was to the left of his anxiety and suggesting that, somewhere, something was actually wrong.
But, if it wasn't just his mind playing tricks on him, Zirah was perfectly positive that some handsome hero in a tasteful outfit, with long flowing locks, would take care of it.
That image was just enough to distract him from the book his was reading, make him take off his cute little reading glasses, and just stare into the fireplace for a moment. Because huh.
Anyways.
The rain finally did stop. The clouds didn't go away, though. No cheerful sun peeked past them, and the temperature was still mild and clammy and humid as hell. It was doing awful things to Zirah's curls, if he had bothered to notice. But he didn't, because he was too busy trying to deal with a headache. That nails-on-chalkboard had upgraded to full on opera singing in his head, and the mage was kind of positive at this point there was magic afoot. He was no seer or oracle, but, well. Sometimes gut feelings happened that had nothing to do with eating too much cheesecake.
Later, Zirah would be very glad he didn't eat any cheesecake for breakfast. Because upon stepping outside, he was promptly kidnapped. By something that had talons, and wings, and okay, so Zirah didn't bother looking up and finding out what had grabbed him by the arms. He was too busy screaming his head off. And flailing. Because the fact it'd be bad to be dropped from up high hadn't occurred to him. Too busy screaming.
It would be a wet, sandy beach he was dumped on, eventually. Which was just downright unfair, because now there was wet clinging sand...well, clinging to him.
Gasping for breath, his throat sore for obvious reasons, Zirah shakily got to his feet and busied himself with trying to brush the sand from his bottom and off his trouser legs. Because that was so much more important.
Ahem.
There might have been another eep from Zirah, that he would otherwise deny, when he focused on the actual problem at hand. That is to say, there was a...a...something. He knew what it was. He'd read books about them. But he was too busy gawking at the, the...
Gryphon.
Gryphon! Yes. That. "Um."
You do not listen well. It is not my fault I had to drag you here.
"......."
They're going to die without your help.
"........"
I can't decide if you're overly dramatic or just useless.
"....Yes?" I mean, lets be honest here.
...I can accept that. The Orbit huffed, feathers fluffing for a moment in what might be amusement.
There were also drums in the distance. And a rolling peal of thunder overhead. Thankfully, though, the rain had not started.
Zirah glanced around in what he hoped was a subtle way (it wasn't), and hoped he didn't seem obviously disappointed (he did) when there was no strapping, handsome hero that would swoop in and save him and whatever else was out here. From the big mean gryphon.
Said gryphon rolled his eyes.
The rains washed some stupid firelizard's clutch down here. Why she laid near the beach, I do not know.
"Firelizard?" The mental image that popped up was terrifying.
How have you survived this long? The gryphon deadpanned. But he refused to change his mind. I have already set up dry blankets and towels over there. A wing flicked off to the right, pointing out the blankets and two eggs that were already on them. You just need to do your magic thing to keep them warm.
"Wai--"
I have also provided bowls of food for the youngsters. He nodded to the bowls,near the blankets. There was a nice selection of raw and dried meats for the taking.
"That looks disg--"
All you need to do is keep things warm, say hello to the people that will answer the drums call, and maybe provide them with light, if it gets darker. Maybe you can even try to be more useful, and block the rain if it comes.
"Now wait a mom--!"
The eggs are buried in the sand. If people do not get to them, they will either be crushed, or the chicks will suffocate when they hatch. The Orbit sat. Cocked his head and stared at Zirah. The drums beat more urgently, and lightening lit up the sky.
Zirah said some very, very rude things, complete with a rude gesture, before stomping over to the blankets and doing his magic thing. They would be nice and toasty for eggs or cold, hatched babies to rest on.
Also, because he was not useless, thank you very much, there was some less rude gestures and more spell work, and soon there was tables set up with many different pots of hot tea and hot coffee, cups galore, milk and cream and honey and sugar, and delightful little cookies of all flavors.
The The Average Sized Egg, all nestled on a warm blanket, cracked open, and just the head of the Moroccan Mint Tea Blizzard pushed out. She seemed far too tired to do much else right then.
On the other hand, the occupant of the The Cracked Egg, had no such problem with being tired. It was loud. It rocked back and forth, the crack on it splintering, but nothing had escaped yet. Though there was much angry screeching. Because how dare an egg contain it.
Zirah's head was still throbbing, and the Orbit had his beak gaped, clearly laughing at him.
Notes:
...Make sure to checkout the Firelizard information and coo over all the newly written ranks~
...Do whatever you want. Bring shinies, dig for eggs, eat snacks, help babies hatch. This will be very laid back, and you can post as much as you want between my posts.
...Feel free to have your character find an egg. Please BOLD it if you pick your own egg, to make it easier to see. If you want me to pick an egg for you, I can do that.
...One found egg per post, please, and no more than 2 per each of my posts.
...If you have multiple characters, feel free to bring them all. There are 20 firelizards that can bond. There's plenty to go around. However, if playing multiple characters, please keep it to 1 egg found per character, per my rounds, please.
...No prefs, just attend the babies you like. If you really do not want someone, however, don't hesitate to let me know.
...Any questions, just shoot me a pm :)
Disclaimer: I know next to nothing about tea. I drink it occasionally. I usually prefer coffee. I simply had fun going through tea sites and finding ridiculous titles for baby firelizards.
Next post: Sunday the 21st