BARATHEON

"the world is mine for the taking"

Eridanus was home to many things. The cats. The numbat. The wolf. The dragon. The dragon was off alone for the moment though he kept his mind on the Bond to make sure that Booker was alright. He was never too far away because he didn't want to do his duty poorly again. There would be no repeats of when he lost his memory. Baratheon would make sure of it if it was the last thing he did! For now though, he would give his Bonded a little peace from his constant attention. Besides, there was something he wanted to try. Something that he hadn't gotten to do since getting a new spell from a tiny fairy... thing...

The dragon looked around to make sure that he was completely alone. Then he sat down on his little white dragon butt and lifted his paws into the air, clasping them together as he eyed the earth in front of him. His wings folded around to hide whatever he was up to from view.

And what was he up to exactly?

The dragon closed his eyes and focused on the strange magic that the fairy had gifted him. It was a different feeling altogether and it took him a moment to do it... But finally on the ground, hidden from view from any outsiders was a tiny pumpkin. It was about the size of an apple but it was there. Baratheon had never seen a fruit like it before and he felt awfully pleased with himself for making it. Could he eat it? No. He wanted to keep this and show Booker or perhaps even someone else. Maybe they would know what it was.

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@Ghost
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"Talking looks like this!"
Thinking looks like this...

He really had no intentions of returning here any time soon. Having been in hiding here before, he was perfectly fine with staying away. It was the scent of Ontken that led him to eridanus, curious about what the dragon was doing here. It had been a while since hed seen the dragon, but he didnt expect him to be bara again. Walking in the opening, he sniffed out the dragon until he stood behind him a few yards away, perfectly silent in the jungle room. Whatever bara had been doing, ghost was unaware. For all he knew, ontken was sleeping. However, his breaths werent steady enough for that the longer he focused, so ghost knew he was awake. Plus, he heard movement. ontken wha-... You... nng Here? he spoke, but was surprised when it didnt come from his mouth. Instead, he sent a message of sorts to the dragon, but it was broken and warbled. speech table code © rasta 2015

@baratheon

The dragon heard nothing as he concentrated on his pumpkin, his mind was too distracted with what sort of thing this was. Why had the little fairy gifted him with this magic. It was certainly very strange... She must have been a trickster of some sort. The dragon concentrated more on his magick, trying to spawn more of the tiny orange things. What he did was a success! Not only did he create one more of the things but he also managed to make two extra of them! The dragon let out a rumble of satisfaction as he leaned down with his one good eye to stare at them.

It was then that he heard something strange in his head. It was the voice of Ghost... yet it was entirely in his mind. Ah, his friend must have mastered the art of telepathy, something that he himself had done as his time as a nameless dragon. "Baratheon... I have found myself again." The dragon's head snaked around to look back the white wolf. Again, just as before he found himself attracted to that beautiful pink gem. For a moment he forgot about his pumpkins as he stared before blinking and gathering himself. "Doing? Oh! Oh, yes... I'm making... things." He didn't really know what the things were so he shifted one wing and pointed with a claw to encourage Ghost to come closer so he could see them. "It was a spell I obtained a few weeks ago. I'm just now trying it and it makes... these." He wondered if Ghost knew what they were because he was at a loss.

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@Ghost
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6/10

"Talking looks like this!"
Thinking looks like this...

youre back! he purred, moving closer to the dragon and pressing his head into the side of his thigh, much like a cat. When prompted, he sbiffed towards where baratheon had mentioned and blinked. He hadnt a clue what it was. 'Things' could imply a lot of different stuff, so what exactly were these things? Not knowing that bara didnt know himself, ghost turned up towards the dragon. what are they? he questioned, assuming that if bara could make them, he would know what they were. speech table code © rasta 2015

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