Recently, Carja had felt a pang in her heart. Yes, Attikias was fantastic and amazing and like a father and brother at the same time, but she missed her family. She missed Svartis and Asimona and Bone. She wanted to have other dragons! Like her.
She was curled up under a tree beside one of the main paths through Eridanus, worn down by foot traffic coming through from Polaris to Orion and back again, or by the Eleynas to their camp from the various tunnels.
She was thinking, and thinking hard. She wanted someone to hug and cuddle without worry she'd break them. She... she wanted a sister. A daughter? Hm.
So she stood herself up and started searching. For a gem, for something alive to share her magic with in hopes of creating someone to hopefully be hers to love and appreciate.
@Temperantia
Temperantia wandered Eridanus. They did not look well for wear. Their eyes leaked oil. And the angel rarely stopped in their single minded quest to rid the caves of Mother. Temperantia's mind had become a broken record. The same two words repeating ceaselessly. Their skin was still blackened, feathers still burnt and shredded. Their innards had healed, yes, but outwardly and mentally they would always be scarred. Changed. A reminder of the past.
Temperantia had been lucky enough to happen upon a half-rotted rabbit, leaking oil. It was only then that Temperantia stopped, to consume. Not a moment later, Temperantia continued upon their search. Had Temperantia been a normal animal, they would've appeared leaner. They did not eat as much. Single-minded in their quest. Temperantia, at some point, noticed Carja.
It was difficult to miss them. She , quite literally, glowed in the dark. Temperantia gave the dragon a brief glance. Eyes narrowed as they thought. The dragon was not someone they knew. Temperantia turned their eyes forward. Flapping once, to give themselves more forward momentum.
Their presence was a distraction. She was not doing anything suspicious. Anything that would warrant investigation or cleansing from Temperantia. The angel was here to root out Dontacael's influence, wherever they found his tendrils reaching. It had become Temperantia's existence. Temperantia's existence was not to fraternize with unaffiliated gembound.
"When I speak."
When I think.
+2 points from oil consumption
@Carja
Carja spotted Temperantia in the corner of one of her eyes, her head turning and each eyeball rotating to face the angel, head raised. She inhaled, snorted, and stepped forward, head cocked.
”Hello?”, she said, ”Are you well?”
With oil leaking from their eyes, Temperantia certainly didn't look well. Scarred with blackened feathers... what had this gembound gone through?
”Are you okay?”, she asked next, offering her kindness to the gembound, whether she be good or bad.
She had no spells to heal but she did have a nest to share, should the gembound be weary enough to wish for a bed. Eridanus was damp and wet, and if you weren't used to it, sickness could come easily, either by the fungus in the soil eating at the dampness between your toes, the bacteria lurking, waiting for vulnerability, or the rain causing a chill in your bones that never went away, and then pneumonia.
But then again, those were drastic examples.
@Temperantia
Carja blinked and shook her head, ”Um... no, not really. I'm sort of a part of a few groups but I've yet to find somewhere I belong.”
She swallowed, somewhat discouraged, and shuffled for a moment, before breathing in and just saying it.
”I was searching for a donor,” she finally said, ”S-someone who could give me a piece of their stone so I could give life to it. I-I just... I want a child. Someone to keep me company and I-I just... I don't know, I want a family.”
She often made split-second decisions, but she just hoped this one wouldn't be a mistake.
”It would only take a moment, if you're willing,” she said, ”My nest is only through those trees, so you could drop your stone off and continue on with what you were doing before.”
@Temperantia
Carja picked up the small sliver of stone in her massive claws, breathing out slowly. Her eyes hardened at the mention of the creator of that horrible fungus, growling.
”My children will never know the pain and suffering I did,” she mumbled, ”They will be warned and protected, I can assure you that. And if you ever wish to come see them, just return here, and I'll welcome you.”
She nodded once and turned, trotting off through the trees. She was gone within a moment or two, excited.
She set the stone down beside it's brother, allowing more than enough room so that the two chrysali didn't accidentally feed off of each other, and closed her eyes.
Carja's wings flared out and a powerful surge of magic burst forth into the stone, filling it with power, with greatness. She smiled gently down at the little stone as it formed a chrysalis around itself, and collapsed, flopping down between the eggs, nosing them both.
She set her head down, exhausted... and slept.
Exit Carja to sleep
@Temperantia for vis