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Layana
For a brief moment an older man had come up to Layana and Warlock and asked her what she was, obviously having been intrigued by the state of her discolored and mismatched wings. From the way he said he hadn't seen it in many years almost felt like he may have seen something like this before. Did that mean there were others like her? A known ailment that was curable or perhaps still being studied? But before she could really figure out how to respond he had already left off into a different direction, in part because of the crowd that passed them by. Eccentric came to mind as she thought about him. Perhaps he was some kind of sage that would have been able to help? Didn't really matter now.
Briefly shaking her head Layana looked back at the man that was bringing her towards the inn.
A chimera, two beings essentially merged together in one way or another. She shook her head. "I'm not a chimera, as far as I am aware." Lazily she ran her hand through her hair, sweeping it more over to her right side.
"It started about ten years ago." To be honest there was a slightly hazy moment in her memory. But around that time it started. "It's not just my wings or hair that's 'messed up'. I'm an angel, normally we can't really do dark magic, but.." She waved her fingers. A swirl of soft warm light formed at the ends of her fingers, till the tips started to grow dark and eventually consume all of the light.
"I figure it might have been a curse or so. Though maybe a hybrid could be it too. Don't know, my parents are humans so they haven't been able to help. They're more convinced that it's nothing worth looking into." She shrugged.
His situation wasn't much better either, judging by what he had said. "Amnesia..." She mused. "So is that why you call yourself Warlock?" Warlock didn't exactly sound like a normal name or nickname one would announce, so maybe he didn't remember his own name.
"I knew a spell that could retrieve fragments of memories, but with my powers in such a twist, I'm more likely to remove even more." She rolled her eyes at herself. "So you also don't know how you came from the World Below to the Land or why? Maybe you were on an important mission or so."
Glancing around Layana recognized a few of the buildings they passed. She had passed these this morning when she left the in, which meant... Yes, over there on the left was the sign of the Rover's inn.
"I really had walked the completely wrong direction." She chuckled.
Lena
Barely having asked what the blacksmith had for her, someone entered. Instinctively Lena threw up the hood to cover most of her face. She may have trusted Keahi enough to reveal her face, but she wasn't going to risk it with strangers. Standing by one of the walls Lena peered from under the cloth to the person. Or to be more precise, the dragon. Goodness. In most of her adventures out into the city she hadn't encountered many of those. As Queen she had had her fair share of having interaction with dragons of one kind or another, but it didn't happen often. In part because they tended to keep more to themselves and their own kin.
The young dragon seemed to be having trouble with a collar around his neck. Probably a slave's collar. Poor thing.
Soon enough another person entered, inquiring if everything was alright. It didn't surprise her all that much that someone would go and check, as there was plenty of prejudice towards dragons in general. Plenty had made a bad name for themselves and their species, so others sometimes jumped to conclusions.
However, judging by how he looked once he saw the state of the dragon, it seemed he too realized there wasn't much to worry. Aside from of course the tight collar. The collar that the dragon kept clawing at.
"Stop." She eventually said. "The clawing will only make it worse." It definitely didn't seem to be doing anything to the collar. Judging by what he had said, there was a chance that it was enchanted. It wouldn't be the first time, and there had been a murdering group of slavers a few years back. She had personally seen to it that they were sent to prison for their deeds. Most of the captives had been set free then, but one of the ones that had been attacked had managed to get away on his own, so they hadn't been able to help him. From the looks of it, he was the one that got away.
As much as she preferred to keep her identity hidden and unknown, she wasn't going to let someone of her kingdom suffer because of it. Undoing the clasp that held her cloak closed Lena took the fabric off her shoulders. Knowing how dirty the floor of a blacksmith's shop could be, Lena placed the cloak on the floor before kneeling down next to the dragon's head in her pale blue and gold embroidered dress.
"I cannot remove the metal itself, but I can remove the enchantment that is holding it in place, as I did for the others that had been taken captive by that gang." She said, hinting through that she knew exactly how he got this restraint. "And no, I do not require payment. It is my sworn duty to protect those in this Land." Okay she didn't exactly say why, but it was her duty as queen to do so.
"Please, hold still." She raised her hands, letting them stay a few inches above the collar itself. It didn't take long before the palms of her hands glowed with a warm and soft light. As the magic dealt with the enchantment, Lena's presence itself almost seemed to light up.
A little while later a soft clink was heard. The metal hadn't budged, but Lena smiled. "There. It is now in the hands of the smith." She looked at Keahi. "Should there be a need for payment, I shall take care of it."