[The problem with bringing your little sister along on a quest to battle armies is...that sometimes, Leo worries. Not that he'll ever admit it, because worrying is very much unlike his image and he's!! Perfectly fine!! All the time!! And never mind the fact that Elise has been helping their sibling for some time now in various battles...
He still wants to make sure she's doing alright.
War isn't all sunshine and rainbows and puppies and whatever else is probably going through her head, after all, and so he starts to poke his head around camp tentatively, searching for her.]
It was supposed to help them out in their newest battle, but admittedly there is some tactical questionability to using dragon veins that could do who the fuck knows in the middle of a heated battle (he'd thought that a few times, but his precious sibling had typically ordered it anyway, of course) and now here he is.
Falling through the air into a completely different world (not that he knows that yet, of course).
The tear between worlds is pretty much established now that Severa and Inigo and Owain have jumped from one to the other (not that he knows that either), and that's when he's landing in.... a field of flowers.
Oh. That could've been a lot more painful.
(He has no way of knowing it's Tiki's place of rest, a haven for Manaketes everywhere, of course.
In fact, there's a lot Leo doesn't know right now as he shifts and brushes himself off and fails to notice there are flowers in his hair.)]
[ Nah had been, up until this point, curled up in her dragon form and basking in the sun - contemplation, she would have told anyone who happened upon her, of the goodness of Lady Tiki and the divine dragon Herself - and happily ignorant of all that went on below her. Why not? This place was not for outsiders. It was a place where she could take her true form (for that's what she considers it, mostly) and be safe.
So, when a philistine in black armor falls like a storybook character from the sky, Nah... sighs.
And the sighs of a dragon? They manifest as ground-shaking gusts of wind.
Not bothering to revert (yet), she peers at him with beady eyes. ]
... You look silly.
[ Funny how such a comment can reek of judgment! ]
Of course, Leo is distracted from the rudeness by the fact that that sure is a dragon; he hesitates for a moment, peering up at Nah, fingers immediately tightening on the tome at his side.
[ Her dragon form isn't nearly as expressive as her human form, but her voice echoes and booms, and each breath she huffs through her nostrils sways the grass and leaves around her.
Also, she's able to convey incredibly long-suffering unimpress. ]
I said, "You look silly." You've got flowers in your hair, you know.
[...UGH HE DOES. He immediately reaches up to brush away the flowers, flustered and displeased, clearing his throat and trying to regain his composure. His hair is at least only slightly awry now.]
T-that is not important! Where am I? What is...this place?
[What are you, he manages to stop himself from asking, because really, it's quite obvious. A dragon. But... not at all like his sibling.]
[It's not like he's about to prostrate himself for this--he's a prince!! He's better than that!!
On the other hand.
He's the prince of a country that presumably cares a fair bit about dragons considering their bloodline and general capabilities, and Leo's the more well-read of the Nohrian siblings as it is; he hesitates for a moment, uncertain, before he briefly bows his head.]
... I apologize for my trespasses.
[Of all sorts... that's not what he wanted, of course, and trespassing on holy ground generally goes very wrong for most people.]
That was not my intention. ... As soon as I have found my way from this place, I shall leave you to your peace.
[ The deference may have been her due in this place but she certainly hadn't expected him to offer it so easily. Her head bobs a bit, jowls showing in what is supposed to be a smile. On a dragon, it just looks weird. ]
Apology accepted.
[ Now, she does settle down on the grass, but there's a different reason for it. ]
You're lost, right? Dropped from the sky? That actually happened to me once, a few years ago. Climb on, I'll take you to the nearest village.
[It's said with a great deal of uncertainty despite the brave front he tries to put on it, but... she's a dragon. A real dragon, not whatever fake excuse of a thing their weirdass sibling is--
Slowly, he...well, he clambers on, cautious as he possibly can be when climbing onto her back.]
Your...assistance is appreciated. [Stiltedly--but sincerely.]
[ A flap of her wing, much like someone might wave a hand. ]
You're welcome.
[ And then, taking to the air, Nah is gentle and unassuming in her flight, conscious of her passenger's no doubt delicate skin and human constitution. The journey is relatively seamless, although he may want to protect his eyes from the stinging winds that will accompany their velocity.
About ten minutes later, she lands softly at ground level. The mountain rises up behind them, a thing conquered. ]
There. You can get down now.
[ As soon as he does, he'll see no dragon, just a tiny adolescent girl blinking at it. ]
No amount of trying to fix it will stop said frizzing from happening, not from the flight--and he drops his hands practically immediately when he realizes he was about to try anyway. That's not...exactly what a prince of Nohr should be doing, he feels.
More importantly--the dragon.
Or.
The little girl. Which, you know, in his experience kind of tend to be the same thing anyway.]
Might I request one more thing of you?
[He's gonna REQUEST IT ANYWAY because he's kind of entitled that way.]
[ Henry isn't sure what exactly happened, but he somehow got roped into running Tharja's Black Magic booth while she was off stalking Robin. The outrealms festival grounds - as supervised by Anna, merchant extraordinaire - are a loud, bustling affair, full of good natured trade, laughing rising to the sky like the curved billowing of smoke, the orange glow of a perpetual sunset pinning faint colours on wherever it may... basically, it's impossible to have a bad time.
Especially if you're a grinning idiot like Henry. ]
Get your dark magic here! I can do death curses, explodey curses, love potions, death curses, love spells, body-switching hexes, truth serums, death curses, aaaaand - death curses! Come one, come all.
[ A crow flies down and perches by Henry's hand. It caws a few times, prompting Henry to add, ]
You're right! Wow, you're smart. Limited time offer, buy one, get one free! Spells performed or otherwise designed by the man they call the-- the Plague of Plegia!
[ Indignant, the crow's feathers ruffle as he huffs out another tiny caw. ]
[Heading into the outrealms isn't so strange after experiencing the horror of alternate babyrealms (Leo is still glad he hasn't gotten hitched yet, because he's really not sure what's possessing people to have babies in the middle of a war.)
Either way, skipping to other realms isn't that weird, and they do need more tomes and staves and weapons.
... What he didn't expect, on the other hand, was a grinning, idiotic black mage. Hrm.]
... What are you even talking about?
[Honestly.]
"Explodey curses"? That sounds much like nonsense to me.
[ For someone to come up to his booth (well, Tharja's abandoned booth) and start asking such acerbic questions feels a bit rude, honestly, but Henry isn't about to let that get in the way of potentially making a new friend. In fact, the implications of the comments seem to roll off him like water. ]
You know, you curse something and it-- [ Spreading his hands in a demonstrative sphere, he makes an exploding sound to punctuate. ] And then its guts and squishy bits fly everywhere! I love the squishy bits.
[ The implication that he doesn't have any magic of worth causes Henry's grin to stiffen slightly. Calling him a grinning idiot, fine. Calling him a creep, pretty par for the course. Implicating his abilities as a mage is somewhat else entirely.
A wave of his hand and the whole sky darkens. Where there had been sunshine and a crisp, blue canopy only a moment ago, now dark-bellied clouds cover, and thunder claps.
His amicable happy tone doesn't change, but manages to take on a savage quality regardless. ]
[Leo, for his part, seems not at all concerned or daunted by the tone, though he does note it. It's not bad at all--if nothing else, at least this buffoon has some sort of spine, as all dark mages had ought to.
He crosses his arms.]
Then I would appreciate a valid explanation as to your magic's capabilities and worth. You are attempting to sell such a thing.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dramatizations) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
realpolitik2017-01-03 07:10 pm
elise
He still wants to make sure she's doing alright.
War isn't all sunshine and rainbows and puppies and whatever else is probably going through her head, after all, and so he starts to poke his head around camp tentatively, searching for her.]
Elise? I would like to speak with you.
nah
It was supposed to help them out in their newest battle, but admittedly there is some tactical questionability to using dragon veins that could do who the fuck knows in the middle of a heated battle (he'd thought that a few times, but his precious sibling had typically ordered it anyway, of course) and now here he is.
Falling through the air into a completely different world (not that he knows that yet, of course).
The tear between worlds is pretty much established now that Severa and Inigo and Owain have jumped from one to the other (not that he knows that either), and that's when he's landing in.... a field of flowers.
Oh. That could've been a lot more painful.
(He has no way of knowing it's Tiki's place of rest, a haven for Manaketes everywhere, of course.
In fact, there's a lot Leo doesn't know right now as he shifts and brushes himself off and fails to notice there are flowers in his hair.)]
no subject
So, when a philistine in black armor falls like a storybook character from the sky, Nah... sighs.
And the sighs of a dragon? They manifest as ground-shaking gusts of wind.
Not bothering to revert (yet), she peers at him with beady eyes. ]
... You look silly.
[ Funny how such a comment can reek of judgment! ]
no subject
Of course, Leo is distracted from the rudeness by the fact that that sure is a dragon; he hesitates for a moment, peering up at Nah, fingers immediately tightening on the tome at his side.
Ugh... What the hell is even going on?]
... Excuse me? [WHAT]
no subject
[ Her dragon form isn't nearly as expressive as her human form, but her voice echoes and booms, and each breath she huffs through her nostrils sways the grass and leaves around her.
Also, she's able to convey incredibly long-suffering unimpress. ]
I said, "You look silly." You've got flowers in your hair, you know.
no subject
[...UGH HE DOES. He immediately reaches up to brush away the flowers, flustered and displeased, clearing his throat and trying to regain his composure. His hair is at least only slightly awry now.]
T-that is not important! Where am I? What is...this place?
[What are you, he manages to stop himself from asking, because really, it's quite obvious. A dragon. But... not at all like his sibling.]
no subject
[ Nah leans somewhat on the haunches of her front legs, a prelude to lying down in much the same way a dog might. ]
You really should apologise.
[ To her? To the grass? To Naga herself? ... Nah is in no hurry to elaborate. ]
no subject
On the other hand.
He's the prince of a country that presumably cares a fair bit about dragons considering their bloodline and general capabilities, and Leo's the more well-read of the Nohrian siblings as it is; he hesitates for a moment, uncertain, before he briefly bows his head.]
... I apologize for my trespasses.
[Of all sorts... that's not what he wanted, of course, and trespassing on holy ground generally goes very wrong for most people.]
That was not my intention. ... As soon as I have found my way from this place, I shall leave you to your peace.
[He's grumpy, after all, but not unreasonable.]
no subject
Apology accepted.
[ Now, she does settle down on the grass, but there's a different reason for it. ]
You're lost, right? Dropped from the sky? That actually happened to me once, a few years ago. Climb on, I'll take you to the nearest village.
no subject
I--pardon me?
[YOU WANT HIM TO...RIDE YOU??]
no subject
Here. Get on.
[ Despite his incredulity, Nah is remarkably patient, extending a wing out like a kindly beckoning arm. ]
You won't fall off, I promise. And it's quicker than hiking down the mountain.
no subject
... Very well then. If you insist.
[It's said with a great deal of uncertainty despite the brave front he tries to put on it, but... she's a dragon. A real dragon, not whatever fake excuse of a thing their weirdass sibling is--
Slowly, he...well, he clambers on, cautious as he possibly can be when climbing onto her back.]
Your...assistance is appreciated. [Stiltedly--but sincerely.]
no subject
You're welcome.
[ And then, taking to the air, Nah is gentle and unassuming in her flight, conscious of her passenger's no doubt delicate skin and human constitution. The journey is relatively seamless, although he may want to protect his eyes from the stinging winds that will accompany their velocity.
About ten minutes later, she lands softly at ground level. The mountain rises up behind them, a thing conquered. ]
There. You can get down now.
[ As soon as he does, he'll see no dragon, just a tiny adolescent girl blinking at it. ]
no subject
No amount of trying to fix it will stop said frizzing from happening, not from the flight--and he drops his hands practically immediately when he realizes he was about to try anyway. That's not...exactly what a prince of Nohr should be doing, he feels.
More importantly--the dragon.
Or.
The little girl. Which, you know, in his experience kind of tend to be the same thing anyway.]
Might I request one more thing of you?
[He's gonna REQUEST IT ANYWAY because he's kind of entitled that way.]
Where, precisely, are we?
henry
no subject
Especially if you're a grinning idiot like Henry. ]
Get your dark magic here! I can do death curses, explodey curses, love potions, death curses, love spells, body-switching hexes, truth serums, death curses, aaaaand - death curses! Come one, come all.
[ A crow flies down and perches by Henry's hand. It caws a few times, prompting Henry to add, ]
You're right! Wow, you're smart. Limited time offer, buy one, get one free! Spells performed or otherwise designed by the man they call the-- the Plague of Plegia!
[ Indignant, the crow's feathers ruffle as he huffs out another tiny caw. ]
Shhh.
no subject
Either way, skipping to other realms isn't that weird, and they do need more tomes and staves and weapons.
... What he didn't expect, on the other hand, was a grinning, idiotic black mage. Hrm.]
... What are you even talking about?
[Honestly.]
"Explodey curses"? That sounds much like nonsense to me.
no subject
You know, you curse something and it-- [ Spreading his hands in a demonstrative sphere, he makes an exploding sound to punctuate. ] And then its guts and squishy bits fly everywhere! I love the squishy bits.
no subject
[What the hell kind of dark mage are you, Henry... Leo looks less than impressed, arms crossed.]
On top of being entirely unnecessary and inefficient.
no subject
[ HE'S ONLY THE BEST DARK MAGE EVER HOW DARE YOU SIR ]
Plus, one exploded guy tends to send everyone else running. Battle over! Now that's strategy, nyaha.
[ It's funny because he's saying the thing that Robin always says. ]
no subject
You--
[WHAT??]
Exploding one soldier and hoping the others shall turn tail and flee is hardly a proper battle strategy!
no subject
[ It's possible that, by now, Henry is trying to rile up Leo a-purpose. ]
no subject
What--! [UGH] You are wasting my time. If you do not have any actual magic of worth, I have no reason to remain here.
no subject
A wave of his hand and the whole sky darkens. Where there had been sunshine and a crisp, blue canopy only a moment ago, now dark-bellied clouds cover, and thunder claps.
His amicable happy tone doesn't change, but manages to take on a savage quality regardless. ]
Nothing I do is nonsense.
no subject
He crosses his arms.]
Then I would appreciate a valid explanation as to your magic's capabilities and worth. You are attempting to sell such a thing.