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[OPEN] Little Comforts pt II

Isopia the Mountain That Knows Posts: 780
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Mare :: Tribrid :: 18hh :: 3 - is now aging slowly HP: 90 | Buff: NUMB
Hubris :: Royal Bronze Dragon :: Shock Breath & Frost Breath & Babel :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath Odd
#1

[Using her personal crafting large item for Tallsun to continue the hottub!]

As everyone set to their own tasks, Isopia felt a momentary rush of camaraderie flow through her; a feeling she'd never experienced before. Iso had never been one for joint tasks, or asking for help. Even when initially Volterra had aided in the construction of the first hot-tub, she'd only enjoyed the experience because of him. Now, regardless of her feelings towards any particular members around her, it was them as a whole that caused the feeling to stir inside of her.

And then, without even realizing it, Isopia was smiling.

"That is probably adequate." She announced, looking at the area that they had cleared. "Now it is time to excavate. If any of you have magic that will assist with this, I would be grateful. If not, we'll have to do it manually." 

Looking at the ground, Isopia began to manually remove handfuls of earth. She piled them a good distance away, where the growing pile would not interfere. What they would do with that pile, she had no idea. The going was not easy. Soil only covered the top layer, but quickly that gave way to stone. Eventually that would be helpful, as it would require less effort on her part, but for now, removing it was more like excavating a quarry. Sweat prickled on Isopia's coat as she worked. At her side, her two dragons tried to assist as well, picking up and carrying off what they could manage.  



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Yael Posts: 186
World's Edge Seer atk: 7.5 | def: 11 | dam: 2.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.2 :: 39 - appears 8 HP: 63.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Zani :: Serval :: None Astor
#2
If any of you have magic…

The Mountain addresses the group, and for a moment, Yael freezes, though she knows not why. Why should she hesitate to show her herd members a long-standing gift? Claws are better than hooves for digging - and though her shoulders are beginning to ache, and her thigh muscles are feeling rather weary, the sweat that darkens her hide is invigorating! The task is clearly far from done, it might even take days to work the crafting magic and wrangle the hot tub into completion. So… why is the ever-congenial little lady so filled with trepidation? She used to work magic much more difficult than this transformation?

Ultimately, it is because she doesn’t want to be seen as a show-off. Nobody likes one of those; when she was a Queen, it was a non-issue, but here, with a new herd, it is of vital importance that she be well-liked and earn respect.

But there is work to be done! And with that thought, the matter is settled; she backs out of the small group and gives herself some distance. She does not care if they follow her ‘retreat’ and watch what happens, but aside from the creaking of bones and stretching of skin, the transfiguration of feathers to leathery skin, and fur to scales - she hopes she is rather quiet and undisturbing. At least the change doesn’t hurt. It does leave her frozen, however, so that insides can catch up with the outside, and when she finds she can move again, her horned head shakes all the kinks from an elongated neck.

Silver-white and shiny, she pulls herself to her haunches and sits upright, placing her palms (much more suited for digging and pulling up rocks) upright in a gesture of question and offering aid. “T’essssse might be of usssssse” she says, wiggling her clawed fingers in the Mountain’s direction, her s’s sybilant and hissing through a slightly elongated maw - which opens into what she hopes is a shy smile, and not a terrifying display of sharp, pointy teeth.

yael

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Hubris :: Royal Bronze Dragon :: Shock Breath & Frost Breath & Babel :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath Odd
#3

[dragon power!]

As the curious mare becomes even curiouser, Isopia finds that her approval and like of this mare is growing. She is clever and fascinating in a way that Isopia finds compelling.

Not to mention, despite the fact that Isopia too can become a dragon, it hadn't even occurred to her to do so. "I believe you are quite right." She answers, returning the silver dragon's smile with one of her own. Closing her eyes, Isopia reaches into her body and pulls at the strings of magic within herself. Just as Yael's body had done a few seconds earlier, Isopia's own bulk began to contort and shift, growing and reforming itself until she too resembled a slightly larger dragon. Only instead of silver, Isopia retained all of her normal markings in his body, making it quite evident who it was who dwelled within the dragon's bones.

With a draconic grin of her own to match Yael's, Isopia reached forward with clawed hands, pulling and tearing at the earth.

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Dragomir Posts: 275
World's Edge Glazier atk: 6 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Stallion :: Equine :: 17" :: 7 HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
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#4
It was unlike Dragomir to become emotional while in the midst of a social gathering (probably because he rarely was involved in them to begin with), but the sight of the golden mare becoming a silver dragon forces cracks all through the masculine structures that bar away the stallion’s feelings. When the Mountain then, too, becomes a golden dragon, the dam breaks away, and the crafter feels tears well up in his eyes, as his heart swells with the bittersweet sensation of loss, and love.

There were times when he was sure he had moved on from the loss of Mirage, and the times that she had fostered among these trees. The image, however, of dragons clearing branches, and rending the earth, brought her memory so poignantly to mind that it was difficult to maintain his usual stoic façade, and, clearing his clenching throat awkwardly, managing to do so only after the dragon-women have already started on the task at hoof, he wipes his tears away on his knee, and hopes that no one noticed his temporary weakness.

He hoped that, wherever she was, Mirage would know that her memory lived on, and that others had risen to walk in her hoof prints.

Moving to push the cleared dirt away from the edges of the forming pit, the stallion finds peace of mind in the task, even if he is soon covered in granules of dirt and smudges of clay for his efforts.


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#5

Ru is lost in the physical labors of her work. And becomes still as Isopia begins to speak. A layer of sweat shines across her back and haunches, her breath steady, muscles warm and eager to spring back into action.

She hesitates as she witnesses the earth magic. A memory flashes before her eyes, one that reminds her of the small, momentary battle with the strange Mountain one stormy, cloudy day. Perhaps jealousy threatened to pour itself over her mind, but with the work and labours of their collective, she is subdued. And a moment of awe softens her gaze with childlike fascination, permitting a soft – “Ah.” As if to say something, a question, a query – but the sound, as cracked and mangled as it is, stops before it becomes too noticeable.

About to manually tear the earth a part, as best she could – considering her hooves, the air is sizzling with more, and more magic. It’s hard not to stare at them, between severe frowns and widening eyes. There is no fear however, that strikes at their appearance. But it hardly seems possible, even if their serpentine bodies join the foray of rock and rubble. “AH?” The mare shakes her head, and lets out a charred laugh as she gives them room. A permanent, nearly giddy smile twisted against her lips.

She moves to assist Dragomir, too distracted to see the tears that have shed from his eyes, or the hoarse, heavy nature of his voice cracking. Collecting the mud and the dirt, enjoying their efforts so much that her joy is a beacon that reaches her eyes.

What a world she lived in, how unique and beautiful it was.

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Isopia the Mountain That Knows Posts: 780
Dragon's Throat Apostle atk: 6.5 | def: 10 | dam: 8.0
Mare :: Tribrid :: 18hh :: 3 - is now aging slowly HP: 90 | Buff: NUMB
Hubris :: Royal Bronze Dragon :: Shock Breath & Frost Breath & Babel :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath Odd
#6

Isopia, ignorant of emotions as always, does not hear the emotional sounds nor notice that Dragomir has had an unusual reaction to the magical transformations. Her eyes are upon Yael, and then, upon the earth. Even as Ru marvels in her own silent way, emitting the small sounds her throat affords her, Isopia continues to tear at the earth. The feeling of her muscles stretching and reaching out gives her immense pleasure, and she tears at the earth again and again and again as acid builds up in her joints, threatening to force her to stop.

Opening her draconian jaws to heave a breath, she looks to where Dragomir and Ru are digging. Realizing that her clawing has made her thirsty, the demi-goddess conjures two dragons made of water. They flit before her, before one flies awkwardly towards the two clear-ers, offering itself to them to drink. Isopia turns her nose towards the dragon before her, and, nosing towards Yael to do the same as if she wishes, plunges her muzzle into the watery creature to drink.


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#7
They are, of course, completely safe despite being around creatures made more for tearing flesh and rendering it into melted tallow or charred, crusty chunks. If anything, it’s good for the Edge to have two such shifters in their ranks, even though one is far more inclined to pacifism unless provoked. Really, Yael’s like a big ‘ol cuddly, scaley reptile - the poster child for deceptively fearsome appearances! If she could blow streams of lightly tingling warmth and affection, she would, literally killing her opponent’s drive for violence with her own personal agenda: Love.

The four of them work and work and work, until it seems as if Yael’s whole body aches, and she finds she must rest. Silver hands almost black with rich dirt, a quick look at herself tells the scaled creature that she will soon need a very thorough bath. Luckily others seem to be at  stopping point too, and she gratefully accepts the proffered water dragon, finding it most odd to be sipping (draining?) a figure that looks like her at the moment. With a chuckle, she addresses Dragomir and Isopia, the two who seem to have the magic required for completing the task. “Ssssso xow deep doesssss t’issss t’ing need to be?” Her head tilts to one side, looking down at the pit they’ve managed to carve out. “Vhat elssssse do you rekire?”

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Isopia the Mountain That Knows Posts: 780
Dragon's Throat Apostle atk: 6.5 | def: 10 | dam: 8.0
Mare :: Tribrid :: 18hh :: 3 - is now aging slowly HP: 90 | Buff: NUMB
Hubris :: Royal Bronze Dragon :: Shock Breath & Frost Breath & Babel :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath Odd
#8

"It needs to be deep enough that we could stand inside. But also deep enough that the water our bodies will displace will not overflow. Perhaps a bit more?"

Isopia looked down into the pit that they had created, judging that if they removed just a bit more of the earth, then even with the heated rocks she would soon put inside, they should have created a sufficiently deep and wide radius for the hot-tub.

Although Isopia's back felt strained and all she wanted to do was flop over and take a break, she continued on. She felt compelled to finish this project quickly, as if she had something to prove. Perhaps she did. After all, it had been years since she had lived in the Edge, and now here she was, a failed Czarina returning home from the herd her Father had abandoned, to the one that her mother had.


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Dragomir Posts: 275
World's Edge Glazier atk: 6 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Stallion :: Equine :: 17" :: 7 HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
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#9
From the chest down, the tricolor paint is a solid, rich earth tone, smeared in a veneer of soil from their studious efforts to dig the sizeable pit. With the dragons, the work goes somewhat quickly, considering their added size and strength, and, with hearty thrusts and studious shoves, the stallion works to move away the dirt they pull from the growing holes floor and sides.

Pausing to look about at it, the stallion, for the first time since the manual labor began, starts to look at this from a maker’s perspective; though he certainly hadn’t a clue what a hot tub was, he could surmise from what it was called alone that it was, likely, a basin full of hot water. Thinking over this as he eyes the many-horse sized pool, not yet filled with water, he cannot help but wonder how they would keep so much liquid hot.

"Perhaps I could create metal vessels alongside the brim which hot stones could be placed in, or line the floor with it, once its done being dug," he calls out to Isopia, dirt crumbling away from his scraggly beard as his sonorous bass booms forth (too loud, but only slightly, as he is not used to social situations or utilizing his vocal chords at more than a quiet, conversational cadence much at all), "red metals seem to hold fire heat well, from my studies. I believe I have enough in my pouches to make due."

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Mare :: Tribrid :: 18hh :: 3 - is now aging slowly HP: 90 | Buff: NUMB
Hubris :: Royal Bronze Dragon :: Shock Breath & Frost Breath & Babel :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath Odd
#10

Isopia listens carefully, knowing that Dragomir is as skilled with metals as he positions himself to be. Unlike the hottub she created before in her hidden glade, this one was going to be used (she assumed anyway), but the entire herd. As such, perhaps a hole filled with heated stones simply wouldn't do. Perhaps she really did need Dragomir's metal-engineering to ensure that it would continue working many seasons after it was created.

"That sounds appropriate. Here, let me show you want you have to work with."

Isopia looks to the massive crater in the ground that they have created. She takes a breath feeling suddenly self-conscious about using her magic in front of so many others. Deciding that being in her dragon-form is probably not the most conducive to expelling more magical energy, she shifts back into her equine body. It takes a few seconds for her limbs to repurpose themselves as equine ones, but once she's back in her body, she can already feel an extra well of magic at her disposal.

"Alright.." Large rocks appear before her, creating and crafting themselves out of the earth. Some are bowl-shaped to fit into the crags and gullies that they have created by digging their hole, while others are simply round and others square. She isn't exactly sure what Dragomir needs, but this worked well enough last time, so she assumes it will on this scale as well.

The rocks begin to pulsate with heat, adding to the already dense warmth that this Tallsun afternoon has brought.



Using Iso's rank magic large item!

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Dragomir Posts: 275
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Stallion :: Equine :: 17" :: 7 HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
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#11
Glad that his idea seems of service, the still somewhat bleary eyed gentleman watches Isopia’s transition from dragon back to mare with wonder, having done the same to Mirage, however many years ago that had been. Certainly what felt like a lifetime ago, that was all he could manage in so far as dates, but also that it had been warm, then, too.

Perhaps all dragons enjoyed working in the heat? It explained why so many lived on the perpetual summer island he had been raised on.

So, when she then too procures enough stones to fully line the earthen basin they’ve dug, his brows rise up and touch into the dark strands of his forelock. That was a neat trick; the most he could do was grow weird, metallic plants, and nothing of that stature or volume. Shaking his head in good-natured disbelief, he steps forward, and procures a stone with copper in it, and tamps it down into a crevice between the Mountain’s various stones snugly with his hoof.

Envisioning the red metal sheathing the entire rock, he leaves his hoof over the embedded copper ore stone while he does so, and, sure enough, when he pulls away, the magic sets to work. A small, coppery seedling sprouts, and far too rapidly blooms, spreading out thinning copper leaves over the face of the nearby rocks, and smoothing out across their uneven, stone faces. Dragomir must admit to himself when the copper settles over the face of four stones that they are quite pretty, these large, shining things.

Continuing along now that he’s sure it’ll work, he grins up at those who have been helping everyone accomplish the task before studiously moving through all the rocks, resting his hoof over numerous stones, while envisioning them all seamlessly coming together, into a large, metal covered, stone lined floor. Though it looks very nice when he’s done, the big stallion feels quite lightheaded, and quickly meanders off to the side to lean against a tree, and admire the shine of the red metal.

[ OOC: Hopefully this works? P: He'll help get it in place once he's had a moment to wheeze over there ]

Using Dragomir's Large Item crafting slot for Tallsun here!
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Yael Posts: 186
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#12
She, too, continues digging until the craftswoman deems that they have done enough. When they are finished, she is able to turn around in the hole, move side to side, and curl her tail around without hitting Isopia. But it is hard, back-breaking work, sapping all of Yael’s energy. Even the effort it takes to haul herself out of the hole, leaves her exhausted, and so she flops on the ground and watches the rest of them as they continue. Yael may have endurance, but she doesn’t have the muscles that the others have. Running? Bring it on. Lifting weights? Hell nah.

Unaware that Dragomir was able to use his magic on metal, her eyes grow wide and her ears perk up. She scrambles upright, eyes whirling in curiosity. She is of little help now that the heavy lifting is done, but oh, this is terribly interesting. When the silver dragon feels she has rested long enough, she also returns to her golden pegasus form, but otherwise remains silent. Boulders appear in front of Isopia. Yael’s eyes widen, and she finds herself walking over to the other edge of the basin, lowering her head in order to better see what is going on. Metal blooms under Dragomir’s hoof - a miraculous thing indeed! Her gaze follows the progress of the stallion and his metal sheets, until it covers all the rocks.

Teamwork is a wonderful thing, she thinks.

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Isopia the Mountain That Knows Posts: 780
Dragon's Throat Apostle atk: 6.5 | def: 10 | dam: 8.0
Mare :: Tribrid :: 18hh :: 3 - is now aging slowly HP: 90 | Buff: NUMB
Hubris :: Royal Bronze Dragon :: Shock Breath & Frost Breath & Babel :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath Odd
#13

Isopia watches Dragomir work, wondering silently to herself if the creation of metal is similar to her rock-work. The red glistening metal begins to spread out from beneath his hooves, and Isopia allows him to work without offering any critique or suggestions as he does so. Once he has completed this first component, he moves away to stand beneath a tree. Curiously, Isopia wonders why he has stopped when their work is not done yet.

>>Tired<<, Hubris suggested into her mind with a mental smile. Looking to Dragomir now, she could see the weariness wafting off of him. Creating a bowl of water out of water, she directed the clear liquid towards the equine. "Drink. You'll be no use to us if you pass out." She meant this as a kindness, but realized how harsh and you're-being-used it sounded as soon as it left her lips. Chewing on her lips, not being able to offer an adequate qualification, Isopia simply remained silent, waiting for the crafter to regain enough strength to complete his part of the progress.

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Dragomir Posts: 275
World's Edge Glazier atk: 6 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Stallion :: Equine :: 17" :: 7 HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Bunnie
#14
Awkwardly smiling with somewhat wide eyes of both fretfulness and apology at the demi-Goddess as she offers him water, he mutters an "Oh, yes, thank you…", as embarrassed that he hasn’t spent more time practicing his magic, over manual creation, as the Mountain is over accidentally demanding he be less soft, and that he drink the water she’d made. Finding her awkward expression after what she says more than endearing enough to make up for her short nature, the stallion is also the sort who understands what being socially inept is like, better than most.

The sort of strain such mental work put on a fellow was beyond the toil of muscle, and, it having been many years since his work as a Glazier, he’d easily forgotten just how swiftly one’s energy could be sapped by the art of making with the mind, and spirit. Perhaps it did not help that he had focused so much on others since his return, he thinks, finding the water within the magical aquatic bowl perfectly cool and pleasant to the taste, as if drawn directly from the heart of a mountain spring. Curious about that but also distracted with the wonder as to whether or not he should spend more time and energy on himself, the stallion is silent and contemplative, rather than inquiring about the fine art of magically procuring delicious water.

"I think I can finish it now," he assures the others, moving back to the mostly finished work, and turning his attentions on the rest. Furrowing through his pouches for the last of his copper stones, he seals the sides away in the metal. Touching his nose to the entirely covered surface, he is pleased to note that the heat radiates nicely through the red metal, just like he’d hoped. Now, he just had to cover it in a layer of something that wouldn’t tarnish with rust…

Returning from the metal lined area, he stands back, and begins to vigorously dig through his pouches, now, rocks occasionally tumbling out and thumping across the earth. Iron won’t do, nor would whatever this brittle black stuff is… (lead) hm, silver patinas, what about this?

It’s a very large stone which glimmers with a bright, shining silver metal. He’d fished it from a river, and hadn’t had to polish it a bit, which made him think it would rust or wear out from being submerged. Dropping the platinum meteor stone on the ground, he pushes it towards Isopia with his nose.

"Do you think one of your dragons could smash this up?" he asks, knowing from his childhood that dragons were great at breaking rocks by dropping them from great heights; he, most regretfully, just didn’t have his own, yet.

[ OOC: Rust free lining and we're good ]
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