“Times of great fear lead people to cruelty. You must have an extremely strong will to have made it this far. Hopefully we can find a place where we need not hide our blessings.”
The brass throat rumbles with a softer timbre. “I have no spellbook, no sigils,” Lan says, smoke curling in gentle whorls. “I lend ear to river and root, to the long breath of the mountains, and sometimes they answer through me. Ancient dragon-spirits coil in that same deep current; when I ride it, the world tilts just enough to let a wonder slip through. Call it magic if you wish—to me it is kinship, the earth remembering its own voice.”
He lowers his great head so amber eyes meet Xi’s. “Those who fear such voices have forgotten they, too, are woven of the same cloth. Walk on, golden-blood; the forest knows your scales, just as it knows my own.”
(OOC: I think DM is on break now so I just want to note that Zhang is concentrating on Hunter's Mark for an hour. So when the game starts up again Zhang and Lan have an hour until their abilities end.)
Zhang has a soft smile on his face.
“Bonds forged in fire will always be strengthened. You should never feel the need to hold back what you think or how you feel.”
After a moment Zhang continues speaking.
“The time that my power is active is limited so I do agree that it might be best to move quickly.”
Zhang continues towards the tower.
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Xi glares at the mention of the Shangs.
"No, I'm sure they wouldn't
Then she smiles.
"Anyway, I was told my Great Grandmother married a golden dragon. Now I know magic and even have golden scales...
She looks embarrased.
"Though modesty prevents my saying where.
Angry look again.
"My parents threw me in the street when my magic started to appear.
She remains sullen.
Zhang looks at Xi with old but kind eyes.
“Times of great fear lead people to cruelty. You must have an extremely strong will to have made it this far. Hopefully we can find a place where we need not hide our blessings.”
The brass throat rumbles with a softer timbre. “I have no spellbook, no sigils,” Lan says, smoke curling in gentle whorls. “I lend ear to river and root, to the long breath of the mountains, and sometimes they answer through me. Ancient dragon-spirits coil in that same deep current; when I ride it, the world tilts just enough to let a wonder slip through. Call it magic if you wish—to me it is kinship, the earth remembering its own voice.”
He lowers his great head so amber eyes meet Xi’s. “Those who fear such voices have forgotten they, too, are woven of the same cloth. Walk on, golden-blood; the forest knows your scales, just as it knows my own.”
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Xi listens to the men, emotions warring on her face. Finally she hugs Lan., with her eyes tightly closed to hold back the tears.
"T-Thank you both. *sniff* I'm s-sorry. I tried to hold it in. Where's that blasted tower?"
(OOC: I think DM is on break now so I just want to note that Zhang is concentrating on Hunter's Mark for an hour. So when the game starts up again Zhang and Lan have an hour until their abilities end.)
Zhang has a soft smile on his face.
“Bonds forged in fire will always be strengthened. You should never feel the need to hold back what you think or how you feel.”
After a moment Zhang continues speaking.
“The time that my power is active is limited so I do agree that it might be best to move quickly.”
Zhang continues towards the tower.