RP:Gloomy Doomy Dragons
Riverbank, Along the River Vibrance
Apart from the wood-lined stone road that leads to the north and back across the bridge, slightly muddy ground is the only terrain here at the river's edge. The Vibrance is a fast flowing river, and so no plants have a chance in it. Most other rivers are sluggish, algae-ridden, but this river is alive! It rushes and roars, creating swirling vortexes at the bases of the supports for the bridge that leads to the east. The only fish capable of living here are the powerful salmon, and even they struggle against the current. The stumps of trees stretch out for two hundred yards to the west, where the forest abruptly resumes.
Sabrina was just sitting, challenging the sounds of the icy cold water but nowhere near getting in. She wore simply leather pants, a loose fitting black shirt, and looked at ease while reading a parchment over a full glass of cognac. She looked so… normal, and calm….and not herself in a good way.
Lydrain was furious. How dare they come into his academy, and act in that manner. He had finally gained enough of his 'cool' back to return to his elven form, but not enough to wash that scowl off of his face. He stomped harder than he should have, leaving impressions into the ground, and he didn't even seem to care. He wasn't even sure why he was walking this way, pehaps he just needed to get away from Larket, away from the liars, the cheaters, and his 'friends'. Perhaps that was it. He was so focused on his anger that he didn't even register that Sabrina was there. He was just too busy being... angry.
Sabrina turns to the sound of sloshing footprints, paper in hand, wondering who would even be in these parts at this hour. She carried the look of having just woken up but nothing about that fact should be misconstrued as disheveled- she simply wasn’t in full body armor or even wearing shoes for that matter. He didn’t appear to recognize her and so she determined his passing was by happenstance and therefore non threatening. She would hold him in her minty gaze until he acknowledged her existence.
Lydrain finally felt the gaze of someone fall upon him, and that was enough to give him pause. He turned to see who it was, still in a huff. Spying her, he just exhaled slightly, trying to calm himself, rather unsuccessfully, "Oh, Sabrina... its you." That may have sounded a bit more dismissive than he had meant to make it, but he really wasn't himself right now.
Sabrina’s brows furrow. He knew her but didn’t seem particularly happy to see her…in her own front yard. She stands cutely, crossing her thin legs and pushing her form straight up. The cognac didn’t even jiggle in the glass the movement so fluid and precise. She makes her way to him with silent steps, tucking the parchment under one arm and holding the glass out to him. “We will not discuss how early it is for spirits.” She looked quite beautiful in an intelligent sense versus the normal confused-about-who-he-is sense.
Lydrain grumbled, "I could honestly care less if someone was drinking absinthe with bacon and eggs." It was obvious he was in a fould mood, but if she looked at his face, she would also, almost guaranteed, be able to tell how tired he was. Even in his magically created for he was beginning to show signs of tiring, "I genuinely hope your morning is going better than mine..." His hands were curled up into fists, another obvious sign of anger. Drawing up his sleeve, revealing the word that they had discovered on him yesterday, "Any idea what this pertains to yet?"
Sabrina runs warm fingers along the edges of the symbol and trails them down to his curled fist. “As far as I know my morning is right, although my days rarely end how they begin. Discoveries and whatnot.” She forces the drink in his hand, noting he needed it more than she. Peering down at the pearly image she adds “It says Forsaken.” She smiled way up at him. “It means to give up or let go. Very lovely piece.” And there it was, she had no clue who he was. Her eyes fall upon his tired and angry glare “Have I done something to you that I should lament doing?” It would have been difficult to lay eyes upon her now and not wash away a small amount of mistrust and fury- if even the effect was temporary. She had that way about her, good or bad the mood effecting those around her.
Lydrain let out a sigh and accepted the drink, and then proceeded to down the entire thing without so much as a second thought. Shaking his head, "No, you haven't. Quite the opposite actually. You have always been... temperate with me, regardless of your ability to actually remember who I am." He sighs and unclenches his fists, "I got this mark recently, after I wrote in that book of yours."
Sabrina said “Absinthe is a tricky vixen, I prefer warmer vices.” She still hadn’t let go his arm and her touch was bleeding healing qualities- lending him some energy akin to vigor. . It was obvious why she was rarely seen touching anyone other than that blasted hound. She wondered how long it would be before he noticed and continued the inviting stare to distract the hostilities from his current mental state. He was a train wreck and that was putting it lightly. She draws the parchment from where it was pinned under her arm smiling at the realization it wasn’t she who his anger resided. She holds the folded sheet to him, still not detaching from him with the opposing appendage. “I tested your theories, it seems accurate enough.” She could only assume the writings were his since they appeared on her table as well as in the Book at the same time. “You have a gift you know.”
Lydrain smiled, albeit, a forced smile, "Some people have said that. Though, really, we all have gifts if we are willing to use them, I simply had mine... thrust upon me. More of a sink or swim situation really, and I'm damn well not going to sink." His tone indicated that he wasn't being humble, he was simply telling the truth, as he saw it. After a few moments he realized that she was still touching him, and that the magic that was flowing from her to him was... invigorating. Cocking his head to the side, "You have an energizing touch?" With todays actions, most of his tact had disappeared, so being blunt was really his only option.
Sabrina’s eyes glowed in the light of dawn, mint green and cool against his heated anger. It was moments like these she was mistaken for certain creatures of a more provocative nature. It may have been her size, or the false sense of security that enshrouded the healing process- small tricks the mind would play to tell its believer it was all just a dream. She beams up at him having noticed such a trait “Yes, the willingness of the bearer is hardly a concern of the gift.” To a lesser creature the touch would have been intoxicating; to one of his kind it was difficult to say. “You seem strong enough to handle whatever is thrown at you.” With that she steps closer, an effort to pull him closer to her. She wasn’t going to stand there all day siphoning minute traces of energy if he could handle all that he was given. She jests cutely “The sex is mind blowing.” It isn’t like she would have known but it seemed an opportune moment to lighten the mood.
Lydrain chuckles, "With that talent, I'm sure it is." He wasn't letting go of his anger, it probably just wasn't possible at the moment, but he was suspending it for the time being. She wouldn't find it hard to pull him close, and he would soak in the energy. He had been depleted recently, trying out all sorts of different ways to apply his new talents, and the almost entire lack of sleep. How he could keep going was almost a miracle, though, slowly at first, and much faster with more contact.
Sabrina’s gift was an art. Under normal circumstances it wouldn’t have taken more than a few minutes to force energy into a new source. He was taking enough for a Dragon. The thought wandered in her head for a time, then her face grew more serious as it started to make sense. The tips of her hair lost brilliance, along with the depth of her glowing orbs. He was not an Elf. She exhales lightly hoping he didn’t notice something shifted but her endearing gaze would betray her. She would attempt to pull away from him in kind.
Lydrain would let go the moment she attempted to pull away, "Thank you for that. I don't know how you did it, but that really... helped." He sighed, "Today has been one of those days..." He didn't even really know what kind of 'day' he was referencing, but the statement seemed appropriate. He noted the change in her demeanor, "Is there something wrong?" He was al sorts of confused by this point in time, but that was better than his previous state of mind.
Sabrina looked at him like he stole her puppy. “You are not what you seem.” She had taken to him in his elf form and she did not know how to react to this.
Lydrain lets out a sigh, "I am not. I am a dragon, of the blue variety. I'm sorry if this bothers you." He just stood there, impassive, too tired, mentaly, now no longer physically, to have any more emotion than this.
Sabrina didn’t know how to take that and remains silent, clutching her arms to her form like she had been violated. She had never met a Dragon before, at least not in this form. He looked painfully tired and she had no choice but to offer him what little she had. “You can sleep in the House of Ara… there are several rejuvenating beds there.” She was cold but cordial.
Sabrina simply nodded at his suggestion, smiling as forcibly real as possible. “Nothing more comfortable than one’s own bed.” She was even shocked at what she said, she hadn’t slept in her ‘own bed’ in at least two hundred years. She understood from this and considered him a professor of sort, which made it easier to tolerate his presence. Her posture reformed, chin lifted in propriety as a good students pose should be.
Lydrain simply nodded, "Well, as I said, I have duties to which I must attend. Teachers to keep in line, and students to nurture." Letting out a sigh, still holding on to his anger, unable, or, maybe unwilling to let it go, "Have a nice day Sabrina, I hope the sundlight finds you well." With that he turned around and walked back towards Larket, straight back into the belly of the beast.