01-28-2020, 10:01 PM
I should be on top, but I'm always underground
Things are lookin' up, but I'm making myself drown
As the wyvern balanced herself on the chair, he listened to her ridiculous story. Julian wanted so desperately to kick the chair, he began eyeing the chair's legs, seeing just how stable they were. Maybe one of them would mysteriously slip under all her weight?
The man had spread the last little bit that would be needed in Aslisk's healing process, at this point he was just spreading it evenly among her scales. The last bit made him chuckle, Julian eyed the chair again. "Your an idiot Aslisk," he rumbled. "Worse, your a wyvern." The man's tone made it as if he were joking, in his mind it was an insult. Why? He had no idea, he just felt that it needed to be said. "Redvox might be right, next time you'r firepower goes out, or whatever the hell you call them, come to me first before you throw yourself in a fire."
..Plus the ladies aren't really... my thing...
Julian didn't know what he meant right away, his eyes widened with an 'oh ah-ha' look crept up onto his face. Huh, your not like most men i see, how come? Who do you have your eyes one? The man lifted his hands from the scaled body of Aslisk and turned to the shelf above one of the candles. A small vase filled with longs stocks of Lavender sat wildly in it, water crept in circles unnoticed at the bottom. Plucking a handful of the stocks from out of the vase, Julian glanced over at the Harbinger's neck. The man wove together the stocks, tieing them neatly together at the ends. He placed it around the gat's neck. The lavender was still alive, for now, and when it dried up the affect that it had would intensify. Thats what dried herbs did, unless they were too dry. Dead. Then they were useless. Julian smiled, his mask laying far away in a drawer. Redvox and Aslisk were the only two beings who new what his face looked like, and he intended on keeping it that way. He stood back and looked at Redvox, he didn't look terrible in purple. "Alright." He rumbled. "Get out, your using up this precious fresh air." He looked at Aslisk. "The last thing we need is this overgrown lizard getting crabby on stagnant air."
The man had spread the last little bit that would be needed in Aslisk's healing process, at this point he was just spreading it evenly among her scales. The last bit made him chuckle, Julian eyed the chair again. "Your an idiot Aslisk," he rumbled. "Worse, your a wyvern." The man's tone made it as if he were joking, in his mind it was an insult. Why? He had no idea, he just felt that it needed to be said. "Redvox might be right, next time you'r firepower goes out, or whatever the hell you call them, come to me first before you throw yourself in a fire."
..Plus the ladies aren't really... my thing...
Julian didn't know what he meant right away, his eyes widened with an 'oh ah-ha' look crept up onto his face. Huh, your not like most men i see, how come? Who do you have your eyes one? The man lifted his hands from the scaled body of Aslisk and turned to the shelf above one of the candles. A small vase filled with longs stocks of Lavender sat wildly in it, water crept in circles unnoticed at the bottom. Plucking a handful of the stocks from out of the vase, Julian glanced over at the Harbinger's neck. The man wove together the stocks, tieing them neatly together at the ends. He placed it around the gat's neck. The lavender was still alive, for now, and when it dried up the affect that it had would intensify. Thats what dried herbs did, unless they were too dry. Dead. Then they were useless. Julian smiled, his mask laying far away in a drawer. Redvox and Aslisk were the only two beings who new what his face looked like, and he intended on keeping it that way. He stood back and looked at Redvox, he didn't look terrible in purple. "Alright." He rumbled. "Get out, your using up this precious fresh air." He looked at Aslisk. "The last thing we need is this overgrown lizard getting crabby on stagnant air."