Chapter 19
- Pronouns
- He
Chapter 19
Standing at the edges of the lavish property, located where else but the most well maintained and isolated district of Miragliano, Emanuello groaned under his breath. The current resident of this property was his destination, but he was of two minds on the matter; he desperately needed his help, but there was also everything else about him.
High Elves, Asur during the uncommon periods he did business with them, were… prideful. As a Tilean merchant prince Emanuello knew the value of his pride, how it could affect his standing among his rivals and allies. But Elves took things far beyond reasonable; one wrong gesture, one uncouth comment, and a trader would be lucky to avoid a duel to the death, if not threatened to be killed on the spot. Oftentimes it wasn't clear exactly what Elves defined as rude, they rarely bothered to explain things to 'lesser' races.
In some ways Elves were similar to Dwarfs, they were both intensely dignified, long lived, and rarely forgiving transgressions. Not to mention they both looked down on Man. But while Dawi had their pride, they tended to be upfront when dealing with outsiders; not always fair, but strict and to the point. Whenever they weren't, dwarfs sequestered themselves in their Holds and left matters be. Elves acted as if the world owed them its very existence, which was made worse by an unpleasant habit of sailing close to shore and landing war parties.
Emanuello rubbed his brow. He was delaying the inevitable, he had to take the next step. With Erza busy helping Goric (oh he was in for an earful when the dawi heard about this) at the caravan and the market, he had plenty of time to get this done. So with reluctance he started walking, heading down the paved stone path towards the house.
Though house was underselling the property; it wasn't the largest even in this district, the neighbors a safe distance away were nicer to look at. It was still a large domicile with plenty of delicately tended foliage, he saw some scattered statues around as well which looked expensive to his appraising gaze. Its most unusual detail however was the roof, or lack thereof.
Instead of tiles or wood, there was a gaping hole in the top floor, big enough to drive a wagon through if it were ground level. If he didn't know the rumors he would wonder what it was for.
Going up to the front door, one festooned in weird script, he raised a hand to knock, only for a bellowing voice to shout, "Enter!"
Emanuello found the latch, hissing under his breath as he complied. The second he was in he saw the new owner had been busy with internal decoration; everything that wasn't a load bearing support was ripped away, clearing up room for a small alcove with a bed, and a huge clean nest in the center of the home. In the corner of his eye he saw both a lip over the roof hole to block rain, and oddly several carvings in the corner that looked like buildings.
Of course, his attention was occupied by the massive green dragon that lifted its head from its claws. Emanuello went still, shivering at the monster that growled at him; large teeth, narrowed slits of eyes that eyed a prospective meal, thick scaly hide which tall tales claimed could shrug off a cannonball, a long slender tounge that licked its chops, and did he mention the teeth? Its wings ruffled dismissively, its tail swishing in the air behind it, though at this distance it could reach out like a cat to a hapless mouse.
"Cease your staring human." A voice dripping with contempt made him snap over, discovering the master of this beast.
Narrow, angular features were a hallmark of Elves everywhere, and this one was no exception. Showing a couple scars on his slender yet muscular frame, Asarnil the Dragonlord rose from a crouch by the dragon's claws, setting down a brush and rag on a nearby table. Though he wore simple robes and tied his black hair behind him, he projected an air of haughtiness the most successful merchant princes could struggle to rival.
"I said, cease your staring." Asarnil warned, halting a couple body's lengths away, as if he was a leper.
Emanuello composed himself. "Mighty Asarnil of Ulthuan, I come before you requesting your services."
"Yes, why else would humans visit?" He dismissed his greeting with a contemptuous wave. "Get on with it, my time is not your plaything."
Bringing around the sack he carried on a strap, Emanuello waited for Asarnil to gesture at an open table. Using the care he reserved for impressing especially important guests, he laid out a selection of goods in orderly rows, as much for their value as for the Elf. Painstakingly crafted dishes with rare (and expensive!) food, a couple bottles of rare wine, and a double handful of the best jewels in his collection, sorted twice over for the finest stones he owned. A couple were even from the dwarfs, though if they knew where he was taking them, they would've never sold him them.
The goods he backed away from were worth a small fortune, he could pay for an entire caravan with this. All of it was for this man, who approached the table with equal levels of grace and disdain.
"Gifts for my services." He stated, picking up the wine first.
"Of course. There is also a large reward of gold waiting, I did not bring it with me. I am aware of your reputation." Emanuello said with as much respect as he could muster; for all of Asarnil's traits, the elf was strangely not keen on monetary reward. Hearsay gave him the impression he was after renown more than wealth, which this time played to Emanuello's favor.
Asarnil made a big show of inspecting each and every item, from the wine to each jewel. Despite his impatience earlier he sure took his sweet time; Emanuello had no choice but to stand and wait. Even if things were less dire a low growl from the dragon, staring at him with unmistakable interest, would keep him rooted in place.
Finishing with the food, Asarnil showed some surprise when he turned around. "This is Caledorian lobster, mixed with herbs from Saphery. How did you get this?"
"With great difficulty." Emanuello smiled, leaving out the exorbitant cost.
Popping a cork, Asarnil took a whiff of the wine, and then a small drink. "This is an old vintage, genuine Ulthuan. From the Empire, I presume?"
"That was actually acquired directly from here in Miragliano." He stifled a wince upon remembering the price.
"And these jewels, quite well made." He held up one to the light, taking a bite out of the food. "This is… this is better than anything I've had in this city after I helped conquer it. The taste of home is so sweet." For a second, Asarnil showed a genuine smile.
Emanuello flinched when Asarnil dropped the plate without warning, the precious ceramic shattering on the floor.
"Back in Ulthuan, this food wouldn't be fit for the lowest beggar. It might be suitable for dog food." Whatever goodwill he showed had vanished; Emanuello felt a stab of fear at his narrowing brow.
"The wine is awful as well, fit for the lowest of commoners. As expected of traders selling directly to humans. And these jewels." He swept them away, Emanuello barely stopping himself from trying to catch any. All save one, a large ruby he pinched between two fingers. "This here. You thought I wouldn't recognize the cuts? Dawi craftsmanship is far better than any human, you should know better than to try to bribe me with those bearded drunkard's trash." He concluded with a toss towards the door.
Emanuello hissed through gritted teeth. "I meant no disrespect-"
"Yet you disrespected me anyway. The quality of these gifts is far worse than the other fools vying for my attention, and the quantity is downright insulting." Asarnil huffed, crossing his arms. "Others want my help for this spat of a civil war. What side are you trying to bribe me into joining?"
His tone was mocking, jeering even, yet he phrased it as a question; Emanuello's hopes flared, he still had a chance to salvage the situation. His only option was to prey on his curious aspect for a sellsword.
"None actually. I wished to hire you for a dangerous mission." He started.
The dragon growled, stopping when Asarnil raised a hand. "Dangerous for you."
"And yourself." Discarding his speech, Emanuello got to the point. "I want you to join a rescue mission to the Black Crag."
For a long minute, Asarnil was silent. He didn't move save for a slight rise and fall of his breathing, staring at him as if he was peering into his soul. Even the dragon glanced at him askance, its nostrils flaring.
A thin, vicious grin cracked his expression. "Ah, hah. Rescuing dawi royalty. I almost want to accept just out of spite, to see those stunted folk have to give up half their precious wealth to an Asur. It would be the most hilarious thing I've seen this century."
"The reward would be-"
"I refuse." Asarnil interrupted him, the smile gone. "Spite isn't enough motivation to go into an orc infested tunnel. Much less bring Deathfang there. Congratulations human, you got me to laugh. Now get out."
"But-" Emanuello raised a hand, and in the time he needed to blink there was a drawn dagger in Asarnil's hand.
"Out." He growled.
Fists clenching, Emanuello turned to leave. He was kicking himself for believing Asarnil would actually do it, costing him a lot of money and some important favors for nothing. His last hope were the Maneaters, ogres were as likely to eat him as agree, but a good fight and all the bodies would be enough to sway the brutes-
A scaly tail slammed into the floor right in front of Emanuello, jerking him back with a cry. Whipping around, he backed away in terror as the dragon leaned its maw closer to him; he hit the monster's tail, left with nowhere to run. The dragon came close enough to touch, its circular eyes on his quaking form.
"Deathfang, what are you doing?" Asarnil demanded.
The dragon widened its nostrils, taking several loud whiffs of Emanuello as he broke out in a cold sweat. Whatever it was after, it drew back to level a very humanlike look of surprise.
"What is it?" Asarnil said in confusion; the dragon said nothing, just flicked its ears, and nodded its snout towards him. Whatever that meant, the elf's eyes widened. "What? Another dragon? You met another dragon."
"I did?" Emanuello stared blankly, right as his brow twitched; he was no expert on magic, but with whatever strange magic she wielded-
The dragon brought its claws down on the floor, startling him. He was wide open for Asarnil to stride up to him, impossibly fast and with a steely grip snatching his shirt.
"Take us to the dragon."
"Us?" Emanuello flicked his terror stricken eyes to the monster glaring at him.
"I will not repeat myself." Asarnil brought up the dagger, not pressing it against his skin. Yet.
A minute later and Emanuello was shoved out the door, Asarnil grabbing some armor and a sword to push him along; overhead Deathfang crawled out of its roost to land on the lawn, crushing some flowers underfoot. Emanuello had an elbow driven into his back, pushing him along.
"I should warn you-" he cringed at the townsfolk screaming and running away, he doubted the armed Elf had anything to do with it.
"Dragon, now." Asarnil was quite insistent, shoving him whenever he thought Emanuello wasn't moving fast enough. He didn't have to do that much, the lumbering dragon a few paces behind him was motivation enough.
His luck diminished, because Emanuello had a long walk to the market district where he left his caravan. A long, long trek with an impatient Elf and a dragon, who apparently didn't want to fly. Not that it would keep people from panicking, but it would cut down on time.
When he saw his wagons, there were shouts of his guards, and he spotted them immediately going into defensive positions. They and the dwarfs, grabbing weapons at the monster at his back. Amending that to the Miragliano guards took a glance, spotting a lot of armed pikemen moving up to fight.
Groaning, Emanuello waved an arm overhead. "Its alright!" He lied, yet waved anyway. "Its, ah, business!"
Behind him Asarnil growled, but that hardly mattered when Deathfang tromped past them, rattling the ground underfoot towards the caravan. Shouts rose in spite of his call, he couldn't imagine why.
"If they hurt him, all of you will die." Asarnil said. It didn't sound so much as a warning or threat as a statement of fact.
The dragon halted, almost bowling them over when it's tail swished. The reason was the same as how he got into this mess, ended up in this powder keg of a city; hopping on top of a wagon with a sword in hand, Erza took up a defensive stance in response to the creature, who itself raised its head.
Emanuello and Asarnil stopped, the former anxiously watching as Deathfang slowly approached Erza, non threateningly leaning towards her; like him it sniffed her, taking deep gulps of her scent. Conflict was a hairsbreadth from erupting when it lurched back, growling almost like it grunted in surprise.
The grip on him loosened, Asarnil jogging over as Erza hopped off the wagon, Emanuello in hot pursuit. He caught a glimpse of Goric and his expression of shock, but ignored him for a moment; Asarnil halted to gape at Erza, and she raised a brow. He glanced at Deathfang, who nodded its snout at her.
"But, how? You're not a dragon. Who are you human?" Asarnil snapped.
"I am Erza Scarlet, a wizard of Fairy Tail." Her prompt answer caused Emanuello to groan, catching the elf doing a double take.
"Why do you smell like a dragon?" He frowned, Deathfang arching lower as if to hear better.
Erza's expression flickered. "My mother was a dragon. I spent over three hundred years in her womb, before I was born. She was a vile woman."
Asarnil and Deathfang exchanged a confused look. "You… your mother was a dragon."
Emanuello cleared his throat. "You see, Lady Scarlet-"
A rather large claw blocked his path, making him slump.
Asarnil frowned, but instead of jeering or trying to stab her, the Elf unexpectedly sheathed his dagger. "I… I apologize. I had assumed you were lying."
Blinking, Emanuello rubbed his eyes. This wasn't happening, was it?
"About what? Your companion must be keen to detect that part of me though." She spared a glance at Deathfang, putting away her own sword.
"Dragons recognize each other, no matter the land or time. You… don't know how to shapeshift?" Asarnil asked carefully.
"No. A friend of mine is proficient, but I could never get it to work." Erza shook her head with some regret.
"That is…" unless Emanuello was hallucinating, a tear was actually running down the High Elf's cheek, his voice suddenly shaking. "To never know your heritage, to never be able to fly, its… this has to be the most tragic thing I've ever heard. Ulthuan's dragons are already rare, there's less every decade, the dwindling of magic affecting them more than any other race." He reached to lay a hand on Deathfang's scales, rubbing them with gentleness he didn't bother to show Emanuello. "I had hoped I could one day return to my homeland, not just for my sake, but so my friend could see his home as well."
"Perhaps I could help you." Erza offered, ignoring Emanuello's face twisting up.
"No, this is my journey." Asarnil shook his head. "Perhaps we-"
"Lady Scarlet is going to the Black Crag." Emanuello interrupted, seizing the opportunity.
He did a double take again, turning his wide eyes towards her, glossing over his move. "You?"
"Yes. Goric Thunderpeak is fulfilling his clan's oath, I have to help him and his ancestral home." Erza replied, sending the elderly dwarf a soft look he didn't acknowledge, being too busy glaring at Asarnil.
"Then…" he stopped when Deathfang approached Erza again, laying down so its jaw scraped off the ground; to the surprise of everyone present, Emanuello noting Asarnil especially, the dragon let Erza lay a hand on its snout. It didn't bite off her limb, in fact it almost seemed to nuzzle at her hold.
There was a curious tingle in the air, lasting seconds. Whatever it was, Erza flashed something across her expression.
"Lady Scarlet, I will accompany you on your quest." Asarnil did something Emanuello had never seen a High Elf do to an outsider: he bowed to her.
"Thank you. Both of you." She sent Deathfang a smile, which the dragon seemed to appreciate.
AN:
Thank you @Hapless Anon. All the credit goes to him, he did most of this
Standing at the edges of the lavish property, located where else but the most well maintained and isolated district of Miragliano, Emanuello groaned under his breath. The current resident of this property was his destination, but he was of two minds on the matter; he desperately needed his help, but there was also everything else about him.
High Elves, Asur during the uncommon periods he did business with them, were… prideful. As a Tilean merchant prince Emanuello knew the value of his pride, how it could affect his standing among his rivals and allies. But Elves took things far beyond reasonable; one wrong gesture, one uncouth comment, and a trader would be lucky to avoid a duel to the death, if not threatened to be killed on the spot. Oftentimes it wasn't clear exactly what Elves defined as rude, they rarely bothered to explain things to 'lesser' races.
In some ways Elves were similar to Dwarfs, they were both intensely dignified, long lived, and rarely forgiving transgressions. Not to mention they both looked down on Man. But while Dawi had their pride, they tended to be upfront when dealing with outsiders; not always fair, but strict and to the point. Whenever they weren't, dwarfs sequestered themselves in their Holds and left matters be. Elves acted as if the world owed them its very existence, which was made worse by an unpleasant habit of sailing close to shore and landing war parties.
Emanuello rubbed his brow. He was delaying the inevitable, he had to take the next step. With Erza busy helping Goric (oh he was in for an earful when the dawi heard about this) at the caravan and the market, he had plenty of time to get this done. So with reluctance he started walking, heading down the paved stone path towards the house.
Though house was underselling the property; it wasn't the largest even in this district, the neighbors a safe distance away were nicer to look at. It was still a large domicile with plenty of delicately tended foliage, he saw some scattered statues around as well which looked expensive to his appraising gaze. Its most unusual detail however was the roof, or lack thereof.
Instead of tiles or wood, there was a gaping hole in the top floor, big enough to drive a wagon through if it were ground level. If he didn't know the rumors he would wonder what it was for.
Going up to the front door, one festooned in weird script, he raised a hand to knock, only for a bellowing voice to shout, "Enter!"
Emanuello found the latch, hissing under his breath as he complied. The second he was in he saw the new owner had been busy with internal decoration; everything that wasn't a load bearing support was ripped away, clearing up room for a small alcove with a bed, and a huge clean nest in the center of the home. In the corner of his eye he saw both a lip over the roof hole to block rain, and oddly several carvings in the corner that looked like buildings.
Of course, his attention was occupied by the massive green dragon that lifted its head from its claws. Emanuello went still, shivering at the monster that growled at him; large teeth, narrowed slits of eyes that eyed a prospective meal, thick scaly hide which tall tales claimed could shrug off a cannonball, a long slender tounge that licked its chops, and did he mention the teeth? Its wings ruffled dismissively, its tail swishing in the air behind it, though at this distance it could reach out like a cat to a hapless mouse.
"Cease your staring human." A voice dripping with contempt made him snap over, discovering the master of this beast.
Narrow, angular features were a hallmark of Elves everywhere, and this one was no exception. Showing a couple scars on his slender yet muscular frame, Asarnil the Dragonlord rose from a crouch by the dragon's claws, setting down a brush and rag on a nearby table. Though he wore simple robes and tied his black hair behind him, he projected an air of haughtiness the most successful merchant princes could struggle to rival.
"I said, cease your staring." Asarnil warned, halting a couple body's lengths away, as if he was a leper.
Emanuello composed himself. "Mighty Asarnil of Ulthuan, I come before you requesting your services."
"Yes, why else would humans visit?" He dismissed his greeting with a contemptuous wave. "Get on with it, my time is not your plaything."
Bringing around the sack he carried on a strap, Emanuello waited for Asarnil to gesture at an open table. Using the care he reserved for impressing especially important guests, he laid out a selection of goods in orderly rows, as much for their value as for the Elf. Painstakingly crafted dishes with rare (and expensive!) food, a couple bottles of rare wine, and a double handful of the best jewels in his collection, sorted twice over for the finest stones he owned. A couple were even from the dwarfs, though if they knew where he was taking them, they would've never sold him them.
The goods he backed away from were worth a small fortune, he could pay for an entire caravan with this. All of it was for this man, who approached the table with equal levels of grace and disdain.
"Gifts for my services." He stated, picking up the wine first.
"Of course. There is also a large reward of gold waiting, I did not bring it with me. I am aware of your reputation." Emanuello said with as much respect as he could muster; for all of Asarnil's traits, the elf was strangely not keen on monetary reward. Hearsay gave him the impression he was after renown more than wealth, which this time played to Emanuello's favor.
Asarnil made a big show of inspecting each and every item, from the wine to each jewel. Despite his impatience earlier he sure took his sweet time; Emanuello had no choice but to stand and wait. Even if things were less dire a low growl from the dragon, staring at him with unmistakable interest, would keep him rooted in place.
Finishing with the food, Asarnil showed some surprise when he turned around. "This is Caledorian lobster, mixed with herbs from Saphery. How did you get this?"
"With great difficulty." Emanuello smiled, leaving out the exorbitant cost.
Popping a cork, Asarnil took a whiff of the wine, and then a small drink. "This is an old vintage, genuine Ulthuan. From the Empire, I presume?"
"That was actually acquired directly from here in Miragliano." He stifled a wince upon remembering the price.
"And these jewels, quite well made." He held up one to the light, taking a bite out of the food. "This is… this is better than anything I've had in this city after I helped conquer it. The taste of home is so sweet." For a second, Asarnil showed a genuine smile.
Emanuello flinched when Asarnil dropped the plate without warning, the precious ceramic shattering on the floor.
"Back in Ulthuan, this food wouldn't be fit for the lowest beggar. It might be suitable for dog food." Whatever goodwill he showed had vanished; Emanuello felt a stab of fear at his narrowing brow.
"The wine is awful as well, fit for the lowest of commoners. As expected of traders selling directly to humans. And these jewels." He swept them away, Emanuello barely stopping himself from trying to catch any. All save one, a large ruby he pinched between two fingers. "This here. You thought I wouldn't recognize the cuts? Dawi craftsmanship is far better than any human, you should know better than to try to bribe me with those bearded drunkard's trash." He concluded with a toss towards the door.
Emanuello hissed through gritted teeth. "I meant no disrespect-"
"Yet you disrespected me anyway. The quality of these gifts is far worse than the other fools vying for my attention, and the quantity is downright insulting." Asarnil huffed, crossing his arms. "Others want my help for this spat of a civil war. What side are you trying to bribe me into joining?"
His tone was mocking, jeering even, yet he phrased it as a question; Emanuello's hopes flared, he still had a chance to salvage the situation. His only option was to prey on his curious aspect for a sellsword.
"None actually. I wished to hire you for a dangerous mission." He started.
The dragon growled, stopping when Asarnil raised a hand. "Dangerous for you."
"And yourself." Discarding his speech, Emanuello got to the point. "I want you to join a rescue mission to the Black Crag."
For a long minute, Asarnil was silent. He didn't move save for a slight rise and fall of his breathing, staring at him as if he was peering into his soul. Even the dragon glanced at him askance, its nostrils flaring.
A thin, vicious grin cracked his expression. "Ah, hah. Rescuing dawi royalty. I almost want to accept just out of spite, to see those stunted folk have to give up half their precious wealth to an Asur. It would be the most hilarious thing I've seen this century."
"The reward would be-"
"I refuse." Asarnil interrupted him, the smile gone. "Spite isn't enough motivation to go into an orc infested tunnel. Much less bring Deathfang there. Congratulations human, you got me to laugh. Now get out."
"But-" Emanuello raised a hand, and in the time he needed to blink there was a drawn dagger in Asarnil's hand.
"Out." He growled.
Fists clenching, Emanuello turned to leave. He was kicking himself for believing Asarnil would actually do it, costing him a lot of money and some important favors for nothing. His last hope were the Maneaters, ogres were as likely to eat him as agree, but a good fight and all the bodies would be enough to sway the brutes-
A scaly tail slammed into the floor right in front of Emanuello, jerking him back with a cry. Whipping around, he backed away in terror as the dragon leaned its maw closer to him; he hit the monster's tail, left with nowhere to run. The dragon came close enough to touch, its circular eyes on his quaking form.
"Deathfang, what are you doing?" Asarnil demanded.
The dragon widened its nostrils, taking several loud whiffs of Emanuello as he broke out in a cold sweat. Whatever it was after, it drew back to level a very humanlike look of surprise.
"What is it?" Asarnil said in confusion; the dragon said nothing, just flicked its ears, and nodded its snout towards him. Whatever that meant, the elf's eyes widened. "What? Another dragon? You met another dragon."
"I did?" Emanuello stared blankly, right as his brow twitched; he was no expert on magic, but with whatever strange magic she wielded-
The dragon brought its claws down on the floor, startling him. He was wide open for Asarnil to stride up to him, impossibly fast and with a steely grip snatching his shirt.
"Take us to the dragon."
"Us?" Emanuello flicked his terror stricken eyes to the monster glaring at him.
"I will not repeat myself." Asarnil brought up the dagger, not pressing it against his skin. Yet.
A minute later and Emanuello was shoved out the door, Asarnil grabbing some armor and a sword to push him along; overhead Deathfang crawled out of its roost to land on the lawn, crushing some flowers underfoot. Emanuello had an elbow driven into his back, pushing him along.
"I should warn you-" he cringed at the townsfolk screaming and running away, he doubted the armed Elf had anything to do with it.
"Dragon, now." Asarnil was quite insistent, shoving him whenever he thought Emanuello wasn't moving fast enough. He didn't have to do that much, the lumbering dragon a few paces behind him was motivation enough.
His luck diminished, because Emanuello had a long walk to the market district where he left his caravan. A long, long trek with an impatient Elf and a dragon, who apparently didn't want to fly. Not that it would keep people from panicking, but it would cut down on time.
When he saw his wagons, there were shouts of his guards, and he spotted them immediately going into defensive positions. They and the dwarfs, grabbing weapons at the monster at his back. Amending that to the Miragliano guards took a glance, spotting a lot of armed pikemen moving up to fight.
Groaning, Emanuello waved an arm overhead. "Its alright!" He lied, yet waved anyway. "Its, ah, business!"
Behind him Asarnil growled, but that hardly mattered when Deathfang tromped past them, rattling the ground underfoot towards the caravan. Shouts rose in spite of his call, he couldn't imagine why.
"If they hurt him, all of you will die." Asarnil said. It didn't sound so much as a warning or threat as a statement of fact.
The dragon halted, almost bowling them over when it's tail swished. The reason was the same as how he got into this mess, ended up in this powder keg of a city; hopping on top of a wagon with a sword in hand, Erza took up a defensive stance in response to the creature, who itself raised its head.
Emanuello and Asarnil stopped, the former anxiously watching as Deathfang slowly approached Erza, non threateningly leaning towards her; like him it sniffed her, taking deep gulps of her scent. Conflict was a hairsbreadth from erupting when it lurched back, growling almost like it grunted in surprise.
The grip on him loosened, Asarnil jogging over as Erza hopped off the wagon, Emanuello in hot pursuit. He caught a glimpse of Goric and his expression of shock, but ignored him for a moment; Asarnil halted to gape at Erza, and she raised a brow. He glanced at Deathfang, who nodded its snout at her.
"But, how? You're not a dragon. Who are you human?" Asarnil snapped.
"I am Erza Scarlet, a wizard of Fairy Tail." Her prompt answer caused Emanuello to groan, catching the elf doing a double take.
"Why do you smell like a dragon?" He frowned, Deathfang arching lower as if to hear better.
Erza's expression flickered. "My mother was a dragon. I spent over three hundred years in her womb, before I was born. She was a vile woman."
Asarnil and Deathfang exchanged a confused look. "You… your mother was a dragon."
Emanuello cleared his throat. "You see, Lady Scarlet-"
A rather large claw blocked his path, making him slump.
Asarnil frowned, but instead of jeering or trying to stab her, the Elf unexpectedly sheathed his dagger. "I… I apologize. I had assumed you were lying."
Blinking, Emanuello rubbed his eyes. This wasn't happening, was it?
"About what? Your companion must be keen to detect that part of me though." She spared a glance at Deathfang, putting away her own sword.
"Dragons recognize each other, no matter the land or time. You… don't know how to shapeshift?" Asarnil asked carefully.
"No. A friend of mine is proficient, but I could never get it to work." Erza shook her head with some regret.
"That is…" unless Emanuello was hallucinating, a tear was actually running down the High Elf's cheek, his voice suddenly shaking. "To never know your heritage, to never be able to fly, its… this has to be the most tragic thing I've ever heard. Ulthuan's dragons are already rare, there's less every decade, the dwindling of magic affecting them more than any other race." He reached to lay a hand on Deathfang's scales, rubbing them with gentleness he didn't bother to show Emanuello. "I had hoped I could one day return to my homeland, not just for my sake, but so my friend could see his home as well."
"Perhaps I could help you." Erza offered, ignoring Emanuello's face twisting up.
"No, this is my journey." Asarnil shook his head. "Perhaps we-"
"Lady Scarlet is going to the Black Crag." Emanuello interrupted, seizing the opportunity.
He did a double take again, turning his wide eyes towards her, glossing over his move. "You?"
"Yes. Goric Thunderpeak is fulfilling his clan's oath, I have to help him and his ancestral home." Erza replied, sending the elderly dwarf a soft look he didn't acknowledge, being too busy glaring at Asarnil.
"Then…" he stopped when Deathfang approached Erza again, laying down so its jaw scraped off the ground; to the surprise of everyone present, Emanuello noting Asarnil especially, the dragon let Erza lay a hand on its snout. It didn't bite off her limb, in fact it almost seemed to nuzzle at her hold.
There was a curious tingle in the air, lasting seconds. Whatever it was, Erza flashed something across her expression.
"Lady Scarlet, I will accompany you on your quest." Asarnil did something Emanuello had never seen a High Elf do to an outsider: he bowed to her.
"Thank you. Both of you." She sent Deathfang a smile, which the dragon seemed to appreciate.
AN:
Thank you @Hapless Anon. All the credit goes to him, he did most of this