but there never seems to be enough time

[modforged]

Who: Nozdormu, Lanadormi, and the Bronzesworn
What: Successful retreat into the Bronze Sanctum
Where: Bronze Sanctum
When: After a long, grueling battle near the borders of Suramar
Warnings: Please PM the mods if any warnings are needed

[While normally the Bronze Sanctum is lit up for those who reside within it, today there's a gentle breeze that blows softly throughout it. Unusually refreshing for those who may need it while the sands themselves seem to blow away from the injured.

The wounded (dragons and anyone else who may need it) are near ruins where foliage flickers in and out as if it's there, then not there the next second. An illusion or something else? The hourglass nearby seems to tick by slower and slower. Should anyone approach, they just might feel as if every part of their body has slowed down immensely, yet the few designated healers don't seem to be affected in the slightest.

Lanadormi herself seems to be doing everything at once. One second she may be giving instructions and the next she's at the other side of the sanctum tending to another matter. Whatever it is she's doing, it appears the normal law of time doesn't apply to her.

Near the lake is a man who seems disinterested in the current events, focused intently on his reflection in the water instead.]

[ooc: Mingle log for bronzesworn!]

Comments

[chronoforged]

[ It was inevitable he would reach out and speak to the younger races, though he suspects the ones who make it into his domain to be anything but young. After all, it takes a certain kind of champion to tolerate the Bronze Sanctum and the strange hiccups of time. ]

It will take sssome getting usssed to. [ An attempt at comforting her is made, though he keeps his distance. ]

[windandrain]

[Saori looks up at whoever...or...whatever it was that spoke to her. The reptilian hiss to it's voice marks it to her, in all likelihood, as a dragon. Probably one of authority, too. She doesn't make a move to get up, though.]

This is not a place I'll ever feel at home. I can't fathom why you'd bring me to a desert, of all places, and tell me that I'll get used to it.

[Her reply is laced with anger, but also confusion. So very little of this makes sense, really. All she really knows is that she feels lost, for the first time in so very long.]

[chronoforged]

Fiesssty. [ He might actually enjoy speaking with her. ]

What of the dessssert troublesss you? The sssandsss or isss it sssomething elssse?

[ There's a pause as he glances towards the bronze armament on his shoulder to watch the hourglass within it slow a bit with concern. He could make it easier by gazing into her past, but where's the fun in that?

If she's lucky, his daughter will interrupt them before he earns her ire anymore. ]

[windandrain]

[She gives him a flat look.]

The whole of it troubles me. The dust, the dryness of it, the lack of anything growing but the absence of rain most of all. Before your brethren did whatever it was they did and took away my power, it was a part of me as much as your scales are to you, dragon.

[chronoforged]

If accommodationsss are what you ssseek, you ssshould ssspeak with my child. [ He looks away and off into the distance as if focusing on a single individual near the lake. ] For that isss her resssponsssibility.

[ What kind of father would he be if he did any her work? ]

Your new ssskillsss will come handy in due time.

[windandrain]

[She makes note of the other, but her ire is not quite sated.]

And just what are my new skills? Whatever you've done, you've weakened me immeasurably. Made me empty inside. Whatever aid I might have given is lessened by stealing the storm inside me. Stars, dragon, I can barely even hold a sword.

[To say nothing of separating her from her companion.]

[chronoforged]

[ This one is too feisty for his lack of patience. There are thousands of other things he could be doing and yet here he is trying to make time for an ungrateful one. ]

Isss it not more fun to learn on your own than to be told of your potential?

[ He's definitely the most unhelpful dragon here. ]

[windandrain]

[She'd hardly consider herself ungrateful. She hasn't been given any information, just hauled out into a hellscape full of horrors, and then moved into a slightly less hell-y place with an annoying dragon.]

Fun? Are you joking? I don't know what you expected, stealing away a god's strength, but it should not have been that they would find it fun.

[chronoforged]

[ He is annoying, he'll give her that. ]

I wasss unaware I wasss sssspeaking with a goddesssss.

[ No, no he wasn't and that arrogant look in his eyes gives away more than intended. Speaking with people is a challenge for him, that's why his daughter is better suited for this. ]

Well tell me goddesssss how I can better meet your needsss.

[windandrain]

[She gives him a mild look, not appreciating his ego one bit.]

Rain. A place I can at least find shelter with my own element.

[chronoforged]

That I can do. [ All it requires is another place from a different time. ]

What elssse? Ssssurely the younger racesss require more than jussst the elementsss.

[windandrain]

[She gives him a raised eyebrow, but nods.]

Shelter from the sun. Exposure for too long can make humans sick, and it will dry me out quickly as well. And food.

[chronoforged]

Ssshelter... [ A reasonable request, but not made to the right dragon. ] It wouldn't be difficult, but perhapsss you ssshould inssstruct my daughter?

[ Because his idea of shelter would probably be a single tree or maybe a box. Houses and things of that nature aren't exactly known to Aspects. ]

[windandrain]

I mean to.

[She pauses, nodding after a long moment.]

What do I call you? Or do dragons of your world not have names?

[chronoforged]

[ There are manners in introductions so he'll bow his head juuuuuust a little bit. ]

Nozdormu, the Asssspect of Time.

[windandrain]

[There are indeed manners, so she bows her head a fraction as well.]

And I am Saori, the Daughter of Wind and Rain.

[chronoforged]

Now I sssee asss to why you were dissspleasssed with usss.

[ It has nothing to do with his poor attitude whatsoever, at least in his mind. ]

[windandrain]

Do you now?

[She couldn't really make her voice more dry. It's not entirely his fault, though. This place really is the antithesis of her...everything...really.]

I do hope you can make an arrangement for some sort of rain. Else you'll find me less than able to be helpful.