RP:Go Grow Some Eggs

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Part of the An Ascending Dryad Arc



Kelay Tavern

Madigan walks into the tavern as unimpressively as she can muster, not wanting to attract anymore odd stares from the suspicious and wary townsfolk. The murderer was still on the loose, and the townsfolk hoped to catch the murderer once and for all. She spots a familiar, rugged and bearded face and approaches the tall man in the living duster. "Ranok," she mutters in greeting, low enough so that no one else would hear.


Ranok flicks a card onto the table. Seems no house of cards today. Just a loose collection of flicked aces and deuces onto the table. "Vat iz it."


Madigan still has to look up at him even if he's seated. The other men around the table playing cards seem to watch her quietly. She ignores their stares. "I want to fly," she says quietly, leaning into him so no one hears.


Uninterested in the dryad's words, he tells her, "So go grow zum vinks."


Agitated by his rudeness, she smacks her hand down on the cards just dealt to him, making the mugs on the table jump along with the unexpecting taverners. "Do you want fliers for Rynvale or what?" she barks at him, no longer intent on keeping her voice down. With her head tilted back - even sitting, Ranok towers over her petite 4'8" frame - she glowers at him with vibrant, green eyes. "Take me seriously for once," she growls.


Ranok turns his steely gaze onto the tiny dryad. A hand flicks any other people sitting at the table. He wasn't questioned. Her own gaze at him was more or less ignored. A man of glares such as he was barely phased by miniscule dryads. Especially ones he'd knocked silly at least once. "Hyu're schtill but a child uf de earth, gurl. Hyu hef less business in de air den Hy do."


A loud crash thunders out throughout the tavern.


Madigan takes her eyes off of Ranok for a moment to inspect the loud crashing noise. Realizing it was just Dyzz, she returns her attention to Ranok and narrows her eyes again. "I'm not a child." Her nostrils flare in agitation as she continues, "And by that logic, nothing but creatures with wings should be in the sky, but that doesn't stop anyone without wings from trying to rule the sky, does it? Why should I be any different? I mean, really, how are you going to get any fliers if you turn down any who really want to be in the sky?" She scoffs and shakes her head, "I'm offering myself to your ambition and you're refusing me." Madigan rolls her eyes as she leans back away from him and crosses her arms over her chest, displaying an unmoving resolve.


Ranok looks cold. Dyzz's messy entrance was completely ignored. Things broke and crashed in the tavern every day. It was just the way things worked. "Hyu are a dryad. A tree. A child uf de earth. Hyu're hall children to me. How fev uf hyu realize vat it's like. Ontil Hy schtop seeink vampires older den kities keesink like school children at de drop uf a het, Hy vill alvays konsider hyu a child. Don' like it? Proff oddervise." His hand jabs out, aiming to poke her chest. It might leave a bruise. "Hy'm not denyink everyone. Hy'm denyink hyu. Ontested, onproven. Do hyu even know how to ride? Do hyu even know how to lift a lance, use a schlink, or heft a krossbow dat kan kick herd enough to pierce dragon scale? Hyu're barely a scrap uf hennyddink."


Madigan growls at his words. "How do I prove myself, then? What do you want from me?"


Ranok reaches into his pocket to fish out a watch, "Tell hyu vat, keed. Find youself a ride. Hyu vant to fly? Find de vinks. Dragon egg, vrangle a roc. Vatever. Schow zum konviction."


The anger drops from her face at his words. "Fine," she says victoriously. "Where can I find a dragon egg?"


Ranok gains a slasher smile, "Onder a very protectiff modder dragon."


Madigan frowns at the prospect of an angry mother dragon. She mutters a curse under her breath. Returning her eyes to Ranok's, she smiles slyly. "Where? I'll get it."


Ranok said to Madigan, "Vat makes hyu tink Hy hef a modder dragon vo's broodink und itchink for a person to burn so she kan eat? Do a liddle research, gurl. It vill be very goot practice."


Madigan rolls her eyes as she turns around to walk out of the tavern. Time to search for a dragon's nest to disturb...