paradisalogs | Luster, let me go

Who: Firethroat
What: Waking up in Paradisa
When: Morning of January 17
Where: The roof or outside the castle
Rating: G-PG? Possible risk of violence? We'll see.

A.

Curled up on the castle roof is a sleeping dragon. She barely fits her body is so large, even with her wings folded and tail tucked nearby. The heat from her body has caused the nearby snow to melt into puddles. Some of the water drips over the edge, running over wall and window. Not too far away, a journal with the name “Firethroat” lays on the edge of a puddle, unnoticed.

The dragon shifts in her sleep, causing her tail to fall over the roof’s ledge. Firethroat's eyes flicker, then immediately snap open in concern. This is not her cave. Where is she, and how did she get here? Shifting a little, she looks at her front claws. Gripped within them is a golden casket, not too large to be picked up by a man but not small either. The dragon sighs in relief. At least her heart has not been stolen. However, the casket also creates another risk in this strange land. Whoever was here might want it for their own purposes. She has not forgotten the Hunter and his recent attempt to bend her to his will.

Enraged at the memory and her current situation, Firethroat lets out a blast of fire towards the sky. Then she stops, suddenly worried that she might have drawn more attention to her presence. Glancing back at the casket, she drags it underneath her, hidden from sight. With that, the dragon settles back down onto the roof, thinking deeply. While there did not seem to be any immediate danger, she was still at a disadvantage on unfamiliar territory. She would have to gather her wits and any information she could find in order to get through this.

B.

Once she is alone again, Firethroat flies off to the forest to conceal her heart's casket. Although she wants to keep it within her sight, that would mean letting people see it, people who might try to steal it from her later. The risk was too great. However, she also needed to be able to move freely to be able to explore properly. Hiding it was her best choice for now.

With the chest safely hidden, she begins investigating this new place. The dragon flies over the forest and town, reaching the castle once again. She is most interested in the castle, having not seen one in many hundreds of years. Landing next to it, she looks over the building curiously, gently tapping at stone and peering into the glassy windows. Strange, how the castle seems to call to her. Perhaps it is because of its beauty. She does appreciate beauty after all.

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"Well, this one is alive... and I have no idea who made it or why. Except that they were assholes." The Cobalt blue figure shrugged casually.

Castles were just so much ancient junk in his time. Quaint, but useless. "I guess, if you're stuck here like the rest of us then you must have a room and a journal."

"Alive, you say?" Now that is a surprise. "How might stone be alive? Has a sorcerer enchanted it?"

Castles are also ancient in Firethroat's current day, though that is not why she has not seen any. Luster never really picked up the whole "building" stage. Too few humans and those who fell into the world tended to wander. On Earth they might have skyscrapers and other architecture, but in Luster the world was still wild and free.

"Tell me of this room and journal."

"Uh, no idea. But it is and it kind of feeds off our emotions or our life energy or something like that. No one has really figured it all out yet."

He reached into a compartment in his armor and pulled out his journal to show the dragon. You know, a year ago, if someone told him he'd have a casual conversation with a god damn dragon... he would have laughed and called them an idiot. Yet here he is. Hooray for Castle Wonderfuck.

"So everyone that gets brought here by the castle gets a journal like this. You can use it to talk to other people in the castle, either by writing or by just talking through it. Keep an eye on what's going on.

Everyone also gets a room. Somehow the castle rearranges itself to fit whoever lives there."

"It feeds off of us? I do not feel lacking in emotion nor energy."

Firethroat peers down at Church's journal, making sure to keep her head and neck well out of arms length. Even if the spell on her heart makes her virtually immune to harm, she would rather not be used to test someone's sword. "Most peculiar. People speak through this invention?"

"Everyone? Even for one such as myself? I have little want nor need for a human dwelling."

"It takes something from each of us to start with, then it does all kinds of crazy bullshit to keep us off balance... reacting."

Unless Firethroat knows what a pistol is, other than a knife sheathed at his leg Church appears unarmed. For his part, Church is glad to keep the dragon at arms length. He would rather not be a snack.

"The people brought here by the Castle do, the locals don't. Yours is around here somewhere and try as much as you want, but you can't get rid of it."

"Everyone, we actually had a lion living in the Castle when I arrived and a rabbit for a short time too. She chose to live out on the Castle grounds instead of in a room. You don't have to stay at the Castle if you don't want to, but it will pull you back eventually if you stay away long enough."

"It has taken something?" That unsettles Firethroat. One simply did not take things from dragons. It was the worst insult one could impose. And yet what could she be missing? "I do not see what could have been taken in my case. Frustrating as it may be, it would seem that the best option would be to not react."

Firethroat would not know what a pistol was, though she could probably guess its purpose if it was pointed at her. She does notice that knife though and will be sure to keep her casket far out of his sight.

"Why would I want to be rid of it?"

"I could see that. The building... it feels special. It has a presence to it." Like all things that dragons wish to hoard. But in this case, the dragon seems to be the one hoarded. "I doubt I will use the room myself, but I shall remember it." The dragon pauses, regarding Church with a some interest... and a certain degree of respect. "Thank you for telling me of it. You have done me a good service."

Which means she owes him a boon. But what should it be, she wonders.

"Yeah, like a memory or a skill or something. You'll figure out what it is eventually."

"As for the journal.... meh, sometimes you just get sick of having it around. Always making noise or leaking things or opening and broadcasting things you don't want everyone else to witness."

He gives the dragon a shrug, as far as he's concerned he hasn't done anything particularly grand. "Hey, No problem. I know how rough it can be trying to figure stuff out when you first get here."

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