but there never seems to be enough time
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!]
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!]
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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. ]
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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.
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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.
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Rain. A place I can at least find shelter with my own element.
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What elssse? Ssssurely the younger racesss require more than jussst the elementsss.
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Shelter from the sun. Exposure for too long can make humans sick, and it will dry me out quickly as well. And food.
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[ 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. ]
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[She pauses, nodding after a long moment.]
What do I call you? Or do dragons of your world not have names?
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Nozdormu, the Asssspect of Time.
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And I am Saori, the Daughter of Wind and Rain.
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[ It has nothing to do with his poor attitude whatsoever, at least in his mind. ]
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[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.