RP:The Eyrie Invites The Snow Mage
The once crumbling tower now stands with renewed glory. It appears to have been made even taller than it was originally, yet there are still no stairs, and oddly enough, there isn’t a doorway near the ground, though the foundation suggests that there might have been. The outer walls of the tower have been smoothed over and any footholds have been filled, which leaves flying as the only way to enter this remodeled spire. At the top of the tower there is a large open space circling the spire, save for a few supporting columns to hold up the roof. This opening appears to be large enough to fit several large beasts. The roof is built to accommodate a rider and their mount, presumably to be used as lookouts in the case of an emergency. Two paths lead away from the tower, one to the west into some trees, and one to the south towards an intersection of sorts.
- Portea is here with a Phrenic Bronze Dragon named Mnementh.
- Human, psion.
- Saotshi is here with a Frost Dragon-Hatchling named Dansur.
- Vampiric feline, mage.
Portea is simply lying in bed, relaxing after a day of working with fresh recruits, and not the brightest of them, either. Ah well, he'll turn them into first rate riders in no time, it'll just take a little more work than the average recruit. Tis a pity that so few of them managed to bond with a dragon, not that they won't be a good addition to the team or anything...but with so few riders bonding with dragons lately...well, perhaps the tide will change soon.
Satoshi is simply wandering as a means to exercise a bored young dragon, especially since their favored activity has been banned from the Corpse by Steadman. That fun-hating old cyclops simply can't abide by a feline throwing wooden plates for a dragonling to chase and catch. Really, she -paid- for each one the destructive Dansur chewed up, so what's the fuss? Still, no matter. It's given cat and frost dragon a chance to explore together, on a path that eventually draws them to the peculiar structure rearing above the landscape. "Hellfire. Odd sorta bird's nest don'tcha think, Dans?" the magus asks of her companion, receiving only a curious trill and the thump of his whip-like tail against the ground. Shrugging, Satoshi merely rocks back on her heels and resumes eyeing the spire.
Portea 's eyes unfocus briefly as he receives a routine report from the lookout positioned atop the great spire. Well, technically it would be the psion reaching into the lookout's mind to receive the aforementioned report, but the distinction doesn't much matter. For the man still learns of the odd feline and dragon pair wandering about at the base of the Eyrie, which is definitely cause for him to get out of bed. ~Let's go greet our guests, my friend.~ Says the psion directly into the bronze dragon's mind as he leaps up onto his back. Mnementh then drops from out of their spacious cavern before extending his wings, gliding out from the top of the Eyrie before starting to spiral down towards Satoshi.
Satoshi gets a perfect view of the bronze dragon's sudden appearance and descent while she's playing spire-gazer, and Dansur's squawk--a mixture of delight and fear--only serves as icing on the alarm-cake. "Ah, hellfire..." the mage mutters, taking a step back. But it's a cat's calculating, predatory nature that picks out the lack of open aggression in the bronze's approach, allowing the feline to keep her cool and merely stroll back to a spot that leaves ample room for the dragon to land, while granting Satoshi space and time for defensive actions. Should the need arise. She's hoping such a thing -isn't- needed, and bolsters this hope by offering a wave of an arm and a trilling call to the dragon, "Ahoy there~. We're not trespassing, are we, monsieur~?"
Portea :: Mnementh glides in for a gentle landing a few yards away from the duo, his multifaceted eyes whirling about in a bright greenish-yellow shade, indicating his excitement as combined with curiosity. "You have nothing to worry about." Comes the psion's soft, yet oddly commanding tones, his unconscious psionic prowess adding that peculiar weave within his words to insure their arrival. "It's just not every day that you see someone paired together with a dragon." Portea leaps down from the bronze's back, closing about half of the distance before simply flashing the feline a warm smile.
Satoshi hadn't noticed the rider up until the dismount, but she hides her surprise well behind a polite grin and a merry flick of vulpine ears. "Aha, not a bird at all~," the feline blurts out before catching herself, flashing a crooked grin by way of a sheepish gesture. "Erm. Right. 'Paired together with a dragon', you say?" Amber-flecked blue eyes drop to lock with the frosty blue of Dansur's, the dragonling tipping his horned head in a questioning gesture. "I suppose we're paired, of sorts. We've a fondness for the same things." The vampiric cat chuckles to herself before looking back to Portea, a frigid hand enveloped safely in her large sleeve as it's offered out. "I'm Satoshi Azakhaer. Or Ghost, depending. Et the little one's Dansur. Or Mischief. Interestin' place, et companion, you've got here, by and by."
Portea reaches out to grasp her sleeve covered hand, giving it a firm shake before letting his arm drop gently back down to his side. "A pleasure, Satoshi. My name is Portea, and the bronze over there is Mnementh." He replies with a smile. "Interesting only describes but the tip of the iceburg, when it comes to this place, and us." The psion glances up at the spire, raptor-like eyes catching a flash of blue as the lookout pulls himself back out of view. "This is the Eyrie, a place for those who seek the thrill of flying. Whether you have a dragon, a gryphon, a roc, or anything in between, you can probably find them here."
Satoshi follows the psion's skyward gaze, giving an impressed whistle as she's forced to rock back on her heels for the full view. "Quite the iceberg, indeed. I'm rather fond of the things myself. And flying, back when my guardian dragon was still about." Honest, pained emotion shows on the feline's face then, a rarity, as she turns the frozen wedding band upon her finger absently. But, catching herself suddenly, Satoshi hastily shakes her head and restores the usual display of good cheer and ease. "But what's past es past, nyeh? I've got this little one now, even if he won't be big enough for flying with for quite some time." An affectionate pat is placed between Dansur's horns as the mage chuckles. "I've never heard of the 'Eyrie' afore, though. How long you lot been around, if I can ask?"
Portea , out of respect for the feline, actively prevents himself from picking up on any of those rare, pained thoughts, not wanting to invade her privacy. "Indeed. And yes, you can ask." He replies softly, a soft sigh easing past his lips as he recalls the day that the Eyrie was reshaped into what it is now. "It's been several years now... Though originally it was the Eldritch Eyrie, but the Cabal disbanded a while back, leaving it as just 'The Eyrie'. I'm always looking for more recruits to join the ranks, especially those with dragons." The psion grins as he adds on the suggestion there at the end.
Satoshi's ears do an involuntary little dance at the word 'Cabal' as amber-bespecked eyes fix the psion with a look of purest curiosity. "So, that'd make you Cabal, non? Or once were." The feline flashes a genuine smile then, as she habitually finds herself at relative ease with those tied to that odd band. Kindred spirits and the like. "My husband was, too. Et a fair few friends of mine. I've been on a trip or two with the Cabal's Lady, myself." A faint frown follows her words, as the cat is yet again unable to recall Tenebrae's name correctly. But the expression passes as she puts focus on the 'suggestion'. "Well, I'm always looking for adventure. And where there be dragons, there be adventure. Unfortunately, as I said, this kit," another pat goes to Dansur, "es too young. He's got many years until he can carry li'l moi, tu sais?"
Portea chuckles softly and nods as Satoshi puts two and two together. "Yes, that would indeed make me Cabal." At this, the psion tugs the collar of his shirt down to show the chaotically infused Eldritch tattoo upon the back of his left shoulder. "Cabal for life, as they say." Another smile graces his lips at the mention of Tenebrae, recalling her interest in seeing the Eyrie once again. "And who knows, most dragons mature physically rather quickly compared to us. Mnementh here grew exponentially within the first few months to a year. Besides, what better place to have him grow up, than in the company of those such as yourselves?"
Satoshi absently toys with the rainbow-hued feather in her hair, unwittingly passing along her thoughts and words to the original owner of the feather. In answer, the distant couatl transmits quiet interest and curiosity, subtly, gently mingling it with the feline's own to keep her unaware. For the time being, no need to alarm her mid-conversation. But it'd seem Portea's recruiting campaign has worked on at least one creature today. Nodding, Satoshi grins, "Well, monsieur Cabal for life, if the little one decides to grow up any time soon or," and here she blinks, feeling suddenly like she's in contact with her deceased dragon once more as a distant mental, coaxing nudge is given to her. Out of habit and familiarity, she heeds it, "or I find myself a willing companion, I'll be paying you another visit right away."
Portea tilts his head ever so slightly as he picks up the quiet interest, eyes slipping shut briefly as he traces it to its origin. Ah yes, a couatl, now there is something he hasn't seen in a while. A slight grin creeps up upon his features, eyes opening once more as he nods. "I look forward to that day." Is his only reply, knowing that it will likely come a fair bit sooner than the feline expects, if the couatl's interest isn't fleeting, that is.
Satoshi suddenly feels like she's missing the punchline of a joke but, like a proper cat, she plays it off cooly with a quick grin and responding nod. "Aye. when that day comes, you'll find me here again, monsieur. This place smells of adventure, and I do so love a good adventure." Twin tails curl about themselves with silent excitement, eager for the return of flight on dragonback that's promised here.
Portea nods yet again as he grins, thinking of just how much of an adventure it truly is inside that massive spire, and that's not even counting what goes on outside of it. "Ah, one other thing. If you are to join, I would need you to be alright with me speaking to you and your mount mind to mind. I am a psion, you see, and being able to do those things greatly helps to facilitate the well being of the Eyrie, especially mid-flight."
Satoshi looks wary a moment but a glance to the other feather she wears on her wrist, jet-black and plucked from the chaotic wings of Lelani, reminds her that she's got a small safeguard. Faintly, the feline nods in agreement... to at least consider it. "I'm used to my husband doing much the same, but you'll have to give this cat a chance to adapt to the idea of another doing so. Mind-magic is out of my skill range, after all." The quiet eavesdropper interrupts then, reaching out to lightly contact the psion with mental-fingers, trying to pass on a silent message. 'I believe I can help her grow accustomed to the idea...' Satoshi's oblivious as ever of the couatl's presence, but the twitching of her vulpine ears suggests her instinct isn't entirely left out of the loop.
Portea chuckles softly and nods, knowing that it would indeed take a little while to adjust, considering the fact that the psion has much more psionic prowess than she is used to feeling. "That's not a problem, we still have a bit more time before you're up in the air." He replies sigh a warm smile, adding in his own silent mental message back to the couatl. ~That would be greatly appreciated. I look forward to seeing you in person, so to speak.~
Satoshi tosses a salute as she trills in reply, "Right. Well, that works~. We've got time to get acquainted proper until then, I'm sure. And I'm easy enough to contact should you need me. Just ask for me at the Corpse, Satoshi or Ghost, they'll know who ya mean~." With a nod for the psion and bronze dragon, Satoshi lightly nudges Dansur along as they make a casual departure. "Adieu~. I've got... business... to attend to." Another unheard message for Portea follows the feline's words, the couatl's mental voice tinged with amusement, 'That business would be myself. And I imagine we shall be meeting in "person" soon enough. I owe the snow-fox my life, and this seems that it shall prove an interesting endeavor.'
Portea returns the salute with a grin. "Until then, Satoshi. Fair well." He replies before returning to his dragon, giving the great bronze an affectionate pat before leaping up to mount. ~Oh yes, quite interesting indeed.~ Comes the psion's mental reply just before Mnementh's powerful wings thrust down, propelling the duo back up into the Eyrie.