the digital won't let me go

[modforged]

Who: Ysera, Morpheus, and the Greensworn
What: Successful retreat into the Emerald Sanctum
Where: Emerald Sanctum
When: After a long, grueling battle near the borders of Suramar
Warnings: Please PM the mods if any warnings are needed

[This realm is one of dreams and it certainly appears that way. Many of the living creatures don't stir from their slumber even as the newcomers pass them by. A gentle rain can be heard, but rare is it that the droplets fall close enough to the earth to muddy the path laid out before them.

The wounded have been brought into a clearing with a low hanging canopy that provides a cool shade while the healers themselves work on grinding a mixture of freshly-picked flowers and decaying leaves. There's a spring nearby that provides fresh water, which is cupped into large leaves to drink out of.

Straying from the clearing proves to be... interesting. Vines as wide as cars hang from the gargantuan trees above. Brightly-colored flowers of all sizes shoot up from the thick undergrowth, and some of them close up shyly as you approach. Others bear sweet fruit, though picking the flowers themselves is highly discouraged.

Somewhere near the center of this jungle, there is a gentle, mossy hill. It looks as if a dragon might have made her bed here, and recently at that.

Morpheus sits against a tree looking rather tired, his fur cloak pulled tightly around his shoulders so that only his nose and ears stick out.]

[ooc: Mingle log for greensworn!]

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[ninjacques]

[Crouching beside him, Jacques decides he probably shouldn't bother the guy if he's already fallen asleep. He peers at the little birds that seem to be using him as a nest. That's...unusual. Aw, but they're cute little birds.

He holds up a finger as though it would entice them to come out of hiding for a new perch.]

[mortalforged]

[One bird takes the offer, followed by another flitting gently to his shoulder. They seem to know a bird man when they see one.

Morpheus snorts in his sleep, blinking awake. He doesn't seem to mind the little canaries in his hair and armor, so that's good.]

... What was I doing? Oh, hello.

[Sir you have a crown of birds.]

[ninjacques]

[There's a hint of a smile on his face, but it doesn't fully emerge. Still, he's inwardly pleased that he's befriended some of the little birds.

Oh. Did he wake him up?]

...

[Jacques gives a slight nod at the other man in greeting.]

[mortalforged]

[Morpheus seems more prone to smiling now that he's out of danger. He's never been a fighter. He even scoots over a little so that the human can sit next to him. How nice.]

We did not have time for introductions before. I am Morpheus.

[He glances at Jacques' hand.]

Ah, is that water?

[ninjacques]

[Since it seems he's being invited to sit, he sits, carefully so he won't disturb his new birdy friends or spill any water. When Morpheus takes notice of the latter, he'll hold it out to him.]

...it's Jacques.

[mortalforged]

Jacques... That certainly is a different language than one I'm accustomed to.

[A couple more birdy friends hop off. They like Jacques' shoulders, and at least one is trying to groom his hair.

The dragon-mage takes the offered water, drinking deeply and actually emptying it.]

Thank you. Hah, I needed that.

[ninjacques]

...your name sounds interesting too.

[He supposes it sounds magely, though, not that he considers himself an expert with names.

As he begins to collect more birds, Jacques is careful to glance at them with as little movement as possible since he doesn't want to disturb them.]

Do you want more..?

[Morpheus finished that water pretty quickly, after all.]

[mortalforged]

Male dragons have names ending in iss... er, "us".

[It helps them keep the names straight.]

I am fine. Thank you for looking for me.

[He rewards the hunter with a smile. A couple more birds hop down his arms. They seem tame enough not to move, even when the pair has some movement.]

[ninjacques]

[That would imply that this guy is a dragon, then. Jacques quietly absorbs such information, since he supposes he'll be running into lots of dragons, so that's probably a helpful thing to remember regarding names.

He nods at Morpheus, his eyes falling towards the birds that have hopped over to use him as a perch as well.]

[mortalforged]

[A long pause. And then Morpheus pipes up again with:] Green dragons. Male... green dragons. Sorry, I am not used to speaking to mortals... er, the younger races. Not all of them are mortal.

[He trails off, watching the pretty birds for a moment.]

They like you.

[ninjacques]

[Jacques is used to awkward silences enough for them not to feel awkward- at least on his end. But then that's because most of the company he's been in had grown accustomed to his usual silence. He politely listens as the mage fumbles with an explanation, although he doesn't know if anything's expected of him by way of a response.

He's considering it. He mulls over the information, piecing it together with what was previously said, since that was the only way it really made any sense.]

...then, do the other colored dragons have different endings for their names?

[Very carefully, he lifts his hand to have a closer look at the bird that had first landed on his finger.]

They're nice...

[mortalforged]

[Morpheus nods slightly, not enough to dislodge any birds. There are still a couple sleeping in his hair. He'd have one nesting in his beard, if he was able to grow it longer. He can't grow a beard as a dragon, either.]

Yes. I am not sure of the specifics, but the reds have names like 'strasz' and 'strasza'. At least, the two red dragons I know of have names like that.

[His smile softens. Some of the birds are falling asleep on Jacques now, too.]

[ninjacques]

...are they friends?

[He's going to carefully lower his hand again, watching as some of the birds get comfortable. He hasn't forgotten the one on his head either. Guess he's not going anywhere any time soon.]

[mortalforged]

That... is complicated. Ysera the Dreamer and Alexstrasza the Lifebinder are as close as sisters. However, the betrayal of the black dragonflight has made both of them withdrawn.

Korialstrasz, the Lifebinder's consort, has a lot of secrets. I feel no hostility from him, but it is difficult for him to take me seriously...

[No wonder. You're a nappy-haired nap dragon.]

[ninjacques]

[It's always something complicated. He's seen how easily trust can be shattered by such complications, sad as it can be.]

What happened..? And the other...flights?

[mortalforged]

[Morpheus regards one of his bird buddies, extending a finger to scritch it beneath its chin.]

Neltharion the Earth-Warder convinced us to help him empower an artifact. It was to be used as a weapon against the demons, to turn the tide of the war-- but after it was done, he took it for himself. The blues tried to stop him, but he annihilated most of them. He had been very close to Malygos and Alexstrasza before.

It was very, very sad.

[ninjacques]

[Looking back down at the little bird on his finger, he listens as Morpheus briefly relates what happened. It's enough to understand, and indeed, it is a sad, sad thing.]

....

[mortalforged]

I am not sure about the black dragonflight, but I do think the demons are the bigger threat. [He stifles a yawn.] You seem very pleasant, Jacques. I do not want to see your world disappear, either.

[ninjacques]

[Jacques nods. The demons seemed an obvious threat to all, and he's glad that Morpheus thinks as much as well.]

No one's world should have to disappear...

[mortalforged]

I am ill-suited to protect the universe, but I still... wish for natural order to be preserved. Thousands and thousands of worlds, all with their own lives...

[He trails off, closing his eyes.]

[ninjacques]

[It sounds like it would be a difficult job for anyone. Jacques would have to give him props for even wishing to keep things as they are.

...wait, is he falling asleep?

Jacques tilts his head slightly as he peers at the mage.]

....

[If you can't beat 'em, join them? Besides, he doesn't want to bother the birds, so he'll carefully lean back against that tree. A nap would probably do him some good anyway.]

[mortalforged]

[Judging by his slow, shallow breathing... yes. Yes, he is asleep.

Mid conversation.

Sorry.

He doesn't seem to notice Jacques napping next to him. If anything, he might feel comforted, like someone is sheltering him with their wings. There's nothing there, but it certainly feels like it.]

[ninjacques]

[Jacques doesn't seem to mind that the guy's fallen asleep. He doesn't seem to take long to drift off either. Maybe all the running about and this whole new world thing has finally caught up with him.

...but he feels he can sleep peacefully, with that, so he's going to rest up while he can.]