Ancestors's Ways
26st of February 2007 A.D.
Smiling reassuringly at Kristin, you turned back to Ragnhildur.... and decide to take the plunge. Hopefully this isn't going to turn into a thing, you did promise Mom that would come back today, if not in time for dinner. "There is one more piece of business I'd like to make sure you are aware of, as it is directly related to the continued survival of the dragon blood". Meeting her eyes, you continue in a crisp, serious tone. "The Old One does not hold their prize for the sake of having it. In truth, they took it for yours The honored dragon is drawing a special sort of essence from it, and shaping to sustain your lineage. I'm unsure if it can be completely replaced, but I can improve the power of your nest, make it more efficient, get more out of what is there."
The smile that lights up her face in response proves it was a good call even before she speaks, though you are still surprised at the answer. "Children take a while to carry, longer still to train," her look towards Kristin is pointed, but not overly sharp. "Now the age turns, the dead walk and the gods call to war. Short are these days as long has been the age behind it and, earth and flame willing, long will be the age after. When I was young there were two dozen of us, now there are less. That was part of the bargain we made the Lord of the Frenzied, access to all he might learn in the study and that he put that sight of his good eye and of the empty one to understanding the blood of the dragon that it might flow anew, that this new age that comes shall be ours as much as it is his.
Old we might be but will not be left behind to wither and catch mold. Well did the mead of poetry flow, but we were not drunk on its sweetness Margret Daughter of Michael. If you wish to be part of the learning of the secrets for your own use I would vouch for you for you've shown yourself courtous in power."
Kristin starts at the words, looking to her for permission almost.
"What other secrets do you think you know which you've yet to spill." The younger dragon-kin just sort of nods at her and much to your surprise Ragnhildur laughs. "Ach... I'm not that vain child."
"But mother said that we shouldn't tell anyone..."
"That you shouldn't tell mortals, which part of that seemed
mortal to you? The green fire on her brow? The Jottun-Tongue?"She turns back to you. "How old do you think I am?"
"The blood of dragon hardens flesh against bite of years," Usum whispers at the back of your mind, though you hardly needed him to guess as much. There's something deeper here.
Hardens against... You take a guess."It depends, are we counting turns around the sun or years lived beyond the embrace of stone."
"I took my second breath in the year when the Christ-soldiers sacked Miklagarðr. Two of us there are who sank our Essence into the earth that she might keep us as she keeps the ones whose blood we share. I have lived about three turns of the moon in the last six hundred and forty years, the rest I waited. I go now back to the stone and leave the youngsters to guard our legacy until such a time as my counsel is needed again."
With that she bids you farewell and you are left in the company of a somewhat bemused Kristin. To break the ice you offer wryly: "Her waking up had to have been a shock."
"No kidding," she laughs as you towel off, leaving the baths. "I got the 'we are related to dragons' speech at the same time as 'the Norse Gods are apparently real and still around' and by the way 'our distant ancestors have been meditating in the basement for so long the dust on them had hardened into stone.' Is that a normal magical thing?"
"Normal for those who are kin of dragons," you brush past just how unusual that heritage trully is.
"Living to a hundred and eighty before that and looking sixty...?"
"Wizards are actually longer lived though they do not have a means of suspended animation. The other way one might cheat is to go to a place where time flows differently..." Like the dungeons of Arawn, the thought comes back to you.
Should you tell the knights you had found more of their kin, should you bring Kristin to speak to them even?
[] Inform them
[] Arrange a meeting
[] Do not inform them
[] Write in
OOC: And done. I was worried I wouldn't be able to get an update up today between being busy and a very poorly timed headache. Enjoy