Wyvern: Chapter 6
"It's destiny. Deal with it." - Rhealinesti Khoryonelle, quotes
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It was a baaaaad day for Waylif.
His sister had come for a casual visit, reminded him of family obligations (with a lot of fire to help) and somehow had gotten him to babysit.
Not an accurate term, that. Babysitting should involve, in his opinion, a hatchling who gurgled smoke harmlessly in the corner and left him mostly free to do as he wished. Not the surly, ebony-toned teenager who hunched angrily in the corner, narrowed eyes with the patented 'why-do-I-have-to-be- here?' look.
The shebang of adventurers coming up to meet him brightened his day, thank all the gods.
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Waylif told them everything he knew.
"Wyverns. They are like the dragons, and yet unlike - completely magical, completely unnatural. Aeon-made like the dolls," - and here he looked pointedly at Rue - "But I have never seen one; the last of them died out long ago. Supposedly they resembled us in shape, but not in size. Each one was tuned to a certain element, and their colour reflected that same element."
Rhea stepped forward. "Have you ever heard of one in human form?"
Poor Waylif choked.
"[Relic]s! Have you ever heard of any connection between wyverns and [Relic]s?" Mint's eyes were bright, her voice eager.
"None."
As they left the mountaintop, incredulous golden eyes watched them go.
*Why did uncle lie?*
-/*\*/*\*/*\*/*\- Author's Note -/*\*/*\*/*\*/*\-
HALLELUJAH! WRITER'S BLOCK IS DEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAADDDDDD!!!!!!
Did this chapter make sense, even? I never did get past Atelier # 1, and I find very little reference to Waylif in ToF stories, so I don't know if dragon-boi has anything resembling a family.well, Meraine's integral to the plot, and she is STAYING! If my facts are messed up, tell me and I can always say it's an AU. Heh.
Victoria Chastan, I'm extremely sorry for never replying to your e-mail about this fic. I must warn all that I am the world's most unlikely person to respond to mail. However, I *did* get around to reading your ficcies.must leave constructive criticism *cough* review chapters *cough*
Yes, it's short. My updates tend to be, nowadays, but I'm not dead yet.
"It's destiny. Deal with it." - Rhealinesti Khoryonelle, quotes
******
It was a baaaaad day for Waylif.
His sister had come for a casual visit, reminded him of family obligations (with a lot of fire to help) and somehow had gotten him to babysit.
Not an accurate term, that. Babysitting should involve, in his opinion, a hatchling who gurgled smoke harmlessly in the corner and left him mostly free to do as he wished. Not the surly, ebony-toned teenager who hunched angrily in the corner, narrowed eyes with the patented 'why-do-I-have-to-be- here?' look.
The shebang of adventurers coming up to meet him brightened his day, thank all the gods.
*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*
Waylif told them everything he knew.
"Wyverns. They are like the dragons, and yet unlike - completely magical, completely unnatural. Aeon-made like the dolls," - and here he looked pointedly at Rue - "But I have never seen one; the last of them died out long ago. Supposedly they resembled us in shape, but not in size. Each one was tuned to a certain element, and their colour reflected that same element."
Rhea stepped forward. "Have you ever heard of one in human form?"
Poor Waylif choked.
"[Relic]s! Have you ever heard of any connection between wyverns and [Relic]s?" Mint's eyes were bright, her voice eager.
"None."
As they left the mountaintop, incredulous golden eyes watched them go.
*Why did uncle lie?*
-/*\*/*\*/*\*/*\- Author's Note -/*\*/*\*/*\*/*\-
HALLELUJAH! WRITER'S BLOCK IS DEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAADDDDDD!!!!!!
Did this chapter make sense, even? I never did get past Atelier # 1, and I find very little reference to Waylif in ToF stories, so I don't know if dragon-boi has anything resembling a family.well, Meraine's integral to the plot, and she is STAYING! If my facts are messed up, tell me and I can always say it's an AU. Heh.
Victoria Chastan, I'm extremely sorry for never replying to your e-mail about this fic. I must warn all that I am the world's most unlikely person to respond to mail. However, I *did* get around to reading your ficcies.must leave constructive criticism *cough* review chapters *cough*
Yes, it's short. My updates tend to be, nowadays, but I'm not dead yet.