Sully's smile lightens a bit and she leans back. Yes, yes, the old lady in the forest -- older than her even, if that can be believed by a youngin' like him. Far older. Used to be tales of dragons three that'd lived on Geardagas, one in air, one on land, one in sea, all to keep a sort of balance and structure. Think of 'em like the Wilde's last resorts to correctin' itself, though Sully'd suspect that the dragons themselves are lost in the same way now.
Your kind takes in the infection too easy, she'd mention after a moment. But they seemed to be able to hold off longer than most, or so it'd been said, thanks to the Sisters' blessings. The protector he smelled must've been the old guardian of the land, a lass who could travel from one side of the island to the other in half a step -- or so the story goes.
Sully'd tell him that most things aren't too remembered now, except by the older folk like herself. They'd been fun childhood stories when she was young, after all, but mayhap there'd be imitations in the schools now, through song most of all. People've always been fond of singing.
She reckons the air stayed high north in the mountains yonder still, and the sea... Might just be snaking her way around Geardagas, or laying low in disguise. The stories say as much, that one sought solitude, one sought company, and the last sought duty. A cookie if he answers right who's whom.
Might be difficult to get in contact, depending. The forest's ripe with danger. The mountains were in better shape, last she heard, there's a mining city up thataway that might have answers more than she can give. And if that sea dragon's wandering about -- well, who's to say.
The forest sought duty, the sea sought company and the air sought solitude.
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NOVEMBER 2019 (SULLY'S KNOWLEDGE ON THE THREE DRAGONS)
Sully's smile lightens a bit and she leans back. Yes, yes, the old lady in the forest -- older than her even, if that can be believed by a youngin' like him. Far older. Used to be tales of dragons three that'd lived on Geardagas, one in air, one on land, one in sea, all to keep a sort of balance and structure. Think of 'em like the Wilde's last resorts to correctin' itself, though Sully'd suspect that the dragons themselves are lost in the same way now.
Your kind takes in the infection too easy, she'd mention after a moment. But they seemed to be able to hold off longer than most, or so it'd been said, thanks to the Sisters' blessings. The protector he smelled must've been the old guardian of the land, a lass who could travel from one side of the island to the other in half a step -- or so the story goes.
Sully'd tell him that most things aren't too remembered now, except by the older folk like herself. They'd been fun childhood stories when she was young, after all, but mayhap there'd be imitations in the schools now, through song most of all. People've always been fond of singing.
She reckons the air stayed high north in the mountains yonder still, and the sea... Might just be snaking her way around Geardagas, or laying low in disguise. The stories say as much, that one sought solitude, one sought company, and the last sought duty. A cookie if he answers right who's whom.
Might be difficult to get in contact, depending. The forest's ripe with danger. The mountains were in better shape, last she heard, there's a mining city up thataway that might have answers more than she can give. And if that sea dragon's wandering about -- well, who's to say.
The forest sought duty, the sea sought company and the air sought solitude.