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[Winter in Polaris!] Unexpected - Bone - Aug 17 2020 The white dragon rarely left Monoceros, but the word of snow had her interest piqued. She'd only ever seen it in passing, in the distant tunnels; the idea that weather itself had changed in Polaris had finally drawn her out of the dry heat of her home. She'd waddled heavily through the tunnels, but now at last as she entered Polaris proper, she lumbered back into true flight. Heavy wings swept at the cooling air, pale eyes picking at the distant whorl of ice and snow, its rotating shape a block to the northern end of the cave. Puzzled, she drew closer, each thumping wing-beat echoing across the rock; she spared a glance toward the Spire, its glow flashing off her scales, and then turned her attention back to the snow. "Hello?" she called out, softly; "Is anybody there?" Svartis would love this, she thought to herself--Asimona too--but she wasn't sure if either of them were coming. Bone swept closer to the snowstorm, flinching at the gales of wind that threatened to hurl back even her heavy body; at the driving snow that froze like ice-chips across her scales. It wasn't pleasant, but it was interesting. Closer, and closer... she hovered lower to the ground, squinting against the icy onslaught. She took a breath, intending to exhale a blast of flame to light her way. Instead, fire boiled out slow and painful over her jaws. frothing down, across her teeth, her tongue- With a pained roar the white dragon flew into the storm, snapping at the snow, trying desperately to cool the aching burns newly-scorching her mouth. RE: [Winter in Polaris!] Unexpected - Carja - Aug 17 2020
RE: [Winter in Polaris!] Unexpected - Bone - Aug 24 2020
Bone blinked up as a response came: not only words, but a blue head bursting up from the snow. Carja (she recognized, after a moment) sounded happy, though, so Bone offered a forced, pained expression of greeting from where she'd flopped into the snow. Her own jaws were full of snow, still, steaming and hissing up around her.
"Ah'm ohfay," she started, quietly, blinking back the pain; after a moment she spat out some of the snow, testing (it still burned) and then speaking briefly. "Burnt my mouth." She winced, and glanced around her. "Cold helps, but--do you know where it all came from? I don't remember there being this much," and though some of her words sounded tangled or slurred with the burns, she was clear enough to understand. After speaking, she drove her jaws back into the snow, again, trying to seem unpained for Carja's sake (the other was still young, after all), but definitely appreciating the icy cold against her burns. She saw... icy places. Snow. It wasn't clear, and wasn't particularly helpful, but... Looking around, comparing, it didn't look like here. @Carja RE: [Winter in Polaris!] Unexpected - Carja - Aug 24 2020
@Bone RE: [Winter in Polaris!] Unexpected - Bone - Aug 25 2020 Bone shook her head, blinking a little to clear the images from her mind, as much as the snow from her eyes. "Oh, ahh--I just used my magic to try and see where it came from. It worked--I think?--but I don't recognize the place." Her voice was calm, warm, motherly; her tone gentle as she looked back to the younger dragon. "It looked cold--snowy, but larger than the tunnels. There was--err, rock. I'm aware that doesn't narrow it down," she added, with a self-deprecating little laugh. She shook herself, then, taking a final mouthful of snow and standing, spines clattering quietly. "You're probably right that it isn't safe; I wonder what's caused the storm, to begin with?" Musing, she glanced off toward the heart of the snowstorm. Interest drew her gaze, then, back toward Carja. She was having something of the same sorts of thoughts: she didn't know the younger dragon as well as she really should. In fact, she wasn't even sure what sort of dragon Carja was; in Bone's early experience, all dragons had been firmly settled into two categories. These had been, 'likes heat; breathes fire,' and 'likes cold; breathes frost.' The first two had included herself and Dread, the second, Svartis and Asimona, her mother. But then Blight had come into their lives, and he wasn't any of those things--neither was Carja, really. "So you, um--like the snow?" she hazarded--friendly, blinking tentatively at Carja, trying for conversation. @Carja RE: [Winter in Polaris!] Unexpected - Carja - Aug 26 2020
RE: [Winter in Polaris!] Unexpected - Bone - Aug 26 2020
The so flippantly-offered potential farewell struck a somewhat different, bitter chord within this dragon. Carja was probably not wrong: if a snow cave did lie beyond (and she was fairly certain she had seen one), then Svartis very likely would leave.
Possibly forever. This saddened her--she could visit, certainly, but ice and snow would never be her chosen domain, and she would miss her brother. She put on a smiling face as best she could, though, and said to Carja only, "Well, I hope you aren't gone for too long." All the talk of snow and ice--and thought of it--chilled her further, or so it seemed; and she turned, breathing a short wafting billow of superheated air across her own scales. The small splash of snow striking her, and the crowing of SNOWBALL FIGHT, had Bone flinching, then blinking, smiling--still--quizzically. "Ahh, is that--a game?" she asked, tentatively. Her clawed right forelimb reached down into the snow, balling it in her taloned 'fist,' and then she looked to Carja. "-Like this?" she asked, offering it out for guidance. @Carja RE: [Winter in Polaris!] Unexpected - Carja - Aug 27 2020
RE: [Winter in Polaris!] Unexpected - Bone - Aug 27 2020
Bone studied Carja, somewhat sadly.
She didn't think the smaller dragon realized exactly how hard it was for the larger ones to travel through the tunnels; Carja's wingspan was large, but theirs was dramatically wider. And wing-walking through tunnels was both taxing, and dangerous; they were exposed, without the ability to fly (arguably their main defense) the entire time. But... Bone wasn't about to say that. Carja's reassurances were kind, and she offered back only a smile, the pain tucked away behind it. As long as they're happy--we can always visit, sometimes, she assured herself, and spoke. "I'll hold you to that, to visits. Now, what's this about snowball fights..." she half-repeated, playfully, looking down and re-forming the snowball in her claws. Dragon arms--at least, Bone's--were not built for throwing. She couldn't rotate it up, and back, like a humanoid arm; hers remained below her, forward and back and little else. So after a moment's thought, she backed a good distance away from Carja, then lobbed it up and whipped her club tail around, the thick length aiming to strike the snowball toward her little family member something like a baseball with a bat. She struck true, the (thankfully powdery) ball sailing in a fast arc toward Carja--something like a grin plastered on Bone's face. @Carja RE: [Winter in Polaris!] Unexpected - Carja - Aug 27 2020
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