>>5495208>>5495219>>5495241>>5495257>>5495273>1<span class="mu-s">Stomp stomp stomp</span>
You gaze in your reflect, seeing the astrolabe under unusual angles.
>3<span class="mu-i">Chirp chirp chirp Hoot
>3<span class="mu-s">Stomp stomp "I'll catch you !" Stomp stomp</span>
"Hectorrr for the love of me STOP THE NOISE"
You didn't left for long - one day. But Vaillant, watched by Agathe and his mother, was pitifull while you left and so happy when Hector came back that he doesn't stop bothering him to play tag, thus the ruckus.
At least they went somewhere else for now.
Now you can focus, your magic open the pathways of fate, past, future but mostly present. You didn't want to talk about her. You didn't even want to think about her.
But time heal wounds. This one is still diffusing sharp pain, but you can at least touch it to attempt a better scar, cleansing pus festering inside.
>17>SuccessA black shadow over a landscape of mirror, flat, reflecting the blue sky. The jet reptilian, with a dual wingbeat, soar higher and faster. Until the target is found.
A ship, womanned by elves of a darker complexion than the one you know. Fury start, and all hell broke loose with the fire breath of the obsidian dragon.
She makes sure a few survivor gather on planks, until landing on water. Gathering limbs like an oversized, terrifying, end-bringing duck, she swim closer with a couple paw movements.
"<span class="mu-s">Let your people know revenge will await them. There is a path to mercy. A tribute, worthy of the loss of my Sun and our children, and the betrayer herself.</span>"
Then, not even waiting for an answer, she plunges, her neck extanding, munching one of the warrior.
She takes off, the wind of her wings toppling the makeshift raft elves are attempting to put together.
A couple hours flights away, she lands near an other ship, one where the elves don scales and claws.
"Mistress, you must be hungry. We hunted a whale calf for you"
The vision blur upon a satisfied dragon gorging herself with blubber and revenge.
You get that feeling : after all, draconic instinct is strong. She must feel as you right now, half-asleep on a pile of gold. Your hoard almost doubled in value, a small river of coins making the most of it.
It feels good. It feels right. It feels not enough. Coins are nice. But unique treasures are even nicer. And coins, you don't have as many of them as you'd wish.
You dream of a bigger supply. One you could take under the glass mirror - you need to excavate that with a bit of help from <span class="mu-g">Verthicha</span>. And you might have to separate yourself from some of your precious, precious coins for that.
The glass mirror will show your treasure to all worthy enough to step in the temple, sharing its beauty, adverting the risks of thievery.
That's a nice dream.</span>
