lifeaftr | Sometimes I indulge my every whim [Open]

Who: Starflight + YOU
What: Dragon & Bookworm stuff
When: early-October
Where: Library, Ahidalga’s Nest
Warnings: Gore/corpses. Sorry.

I. Library - October 3

With all the planting going on, Starflight had visited the Storyteller’s temple to cycle some of the books from the library for some of the more useful ones on agriculture which might have been stored there. He had managed to find a good number of them and a fairly good sized stack was sitting on the desk, though finding room for them on the shelves and figuring out what books to take back was a challenge.

The floor was a mess of small piles, the mid-way point of the reorganization, but going through books was dangerously distracting, and Starflight kept having to stop himself from reading a new book he picked up. It was an effort he was not terribly succeeding at. Anyone entering would have to be careful not to trip over his progress, as he had become engrossed in one of the more interesting books that crossed his path.

II. Ahidalga’s Nest - October 6-sh

Starflight had done everything he could to avoid fighting the other dragons. They were deeply unnerving, and he didn’t like fighting regular dragons, let alone dragons that were on fire. But once the chaos had died down, he couldn’t help but be curious about Nastrandir, and eventually found his way to the dragon’s lair. He very pointedly avoided the remains of the enormous dragon, slipping deeper inside until he came across the treasure room.

He gasped, eyes wide. Metal and gems glinted everywhere he looked, the room larger even than the empty NightWing treasury. He would never have imagined Ahidalga had been hoarding so much.

“I never thought I’d ever see this much treasure in my whole life,” he said awestruck, as he sunk his claws into a pile of golden coins and gems with a thrill.

III. Wildcard

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Does it make a difference? We don't have a system of currency here, outside of stories.

[Michael is here to, quite shamelessly, loot the body itself. At the moment, he is standing just entirely in its ribcage, tugging at some sinew that stretches out above his head. The fact that another, friendly dragon can see him doing this does not seem to register.]

Currency? What does that- [ Starflight had turned to face Michael but looked away sharply, the sight making him suddenly nauseous.]

Are you sure that's...a good idea?

[Michael pauses, gaze darting for a moment as if he had literally never questioned whether or not it might be.]

Why not? It's already dead.

I mean it isn't really...sanitary. I would imagine. Also I don't think the blood is exactly safe.

[ He pointed to the side where the acidic blood was eating away at the ground, without actually looking up at it. He'd noticed it on his way in. ]

Oh, that's fine, this is just a tendon. It's the veins you'd want to watch out for. Even those, human blood usually starts to turn into this sort of Jell-O stuff after a day or two.

[There's probably a technical term for that but he's not sure what it is. Anyway, dragon blood might do the same thing, just give it time!]

I'm not really sure what you would need a tendon for, to be honest. And what is gello? Do you mean coagulation?

[ He really hopes he isn't going to regret asking that, given the context. ]

[Michael snaps his fingers.] That's the one!

And I want it because I can't make rope that lasts longer than a day, and these tendons are pretty tough. I'll clean it up, dry it or whatever. It could come in handy.

For the most part, Ginko feels confident enough in his knowledge of plants to be pretty comfortable working on replanting - but there's no harm in double-checking with some of the books in the library.

Now, though, there's an obstacle. Or... a lot of obstacles, made up of a number of book piles and one young dragon.

Ginko coughs softly into his hand, smiling slightly. "Found anything interesting?"

Starflight looked up suddenly, his attention pulled away from the book.

"Oh, well, yes but it can wait," he replied, looking for something to mark his place with and grabbing a quill off the desk. He slid the feathered end into place and set the book down to the side, leaning across some fo the piles to put it on one of the shelves.

"Sorry, um, about the mess. Were you looking for something in particular?"

"It's no problem." He glance over the mess in question, with more interest than annoyance - though there isn't much on his face to indicate either direction.

"Just wanted to brush up on... well, what we're working on out there." He doubts he needs to elaborate. "Don't want to risk wasting seeds, or causing more damage while trying to fix it."

[Tim's been alternating between helping with Ahidalga's...body...and actually combing through the items found in the nest. So far, he hasn't found anything worth keeping.]

Not sure what we can use any of this for, since we don't really have an economy here. [Way to buzzkill, Tim.] I mean, we could melt some of it down, maybe. Build it into something?

A gorgeous but useless mountain of treasure. What the heck, he's taking a few colorful gems for Ren anyway as he stumbles around the piles. She'll love it!

"Me neither. I know--" A momentary flinch. "Knew a crazy hoarder back home, but this blows him right out of the water. It can't have all come from our little islands."

Reorganizing the Library is a fairly common occurrence, though for once Kravitz is surprised he's not the one doing it. As much as he enjoys keeping and making their campsite nice, this sort of archival work has given him purpose. It's nice to be able to shoot for something, at least. All that is to say, he most certainly nearly eats it right over one of those stacks upon entry, needing to stumble backwards to catch himself in an almost impressive twisting turn.

"Oh. Uhm--" His eyes scan across the room until they find Starlight, giving them a blink. "Did we... get new stock to organize? Or was there a topic request...?"

There's probably a reason for all of this. It's fine.

“You have to wonder how long it took to collect this much.” Keith says as he steps out of the shadows. He has been. Exploring the liar now that the great dragon has fallen. His night vision is better than any human’s and he put it to use.

He spreads his hands apart as he turns to face all of the treasure. “No notes or anything, I checked. No idea where they got any of it from. Maybe tributes over the years from the people of this island.” He has stopped fighting with himself, his ears come to tapered points and his eyes glow a faint yellow. His fingers are tipped with claws and he gestures with one hand.

“No traps either. So free to claim as you want.”

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