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- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- Multiple posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- On fairly regularly, every day. I'll notice a PM almost immediately. Replies come randomly.
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- No Preferences
- Genres
- High fantasy is my personal favorite, followed closely by modern fantasy and post-apocalyptic, but I can happily play in any genre if the plot is good enough.
Lian checked Armen as she spoke to him, measuring his reaction. Seeing his expression, still generally cheerful and excited, she couldn't help but smile slightly to herself. There were plenty of young children who likely would have burst into tears at the sight of a genuine dragon, but she couldn't help but take pride in the fact that wasn't the case with her son.
"That was the Guardian Elder," she responded, her own eyes turning back towards the water. There was clear respect in her gaze. Even though Lian was a talented mage, she was nothing compared to a true dragon. "Who lives around grandpa and grandma's house, and helps keep all of us safe."
Lian ruffled her son's hair gently. "You aren't the only person who's good at talking with animals, Armen. Our old Ancestor was very good at it as well. He and the Guardian Elder were kind of like papa and Uncle Blue, very, very good friends. But when the Old Ancestor couldn't travel the world anymore, he came back home with his wife and started the Albilon family. And even though many, many generations have passed since that moment, the Guardian Elder still stays to look after the Patriarch and his family, since they are descendants of the Old Ancestor. Your papa, your granpapa, and you, too. The Guardian Elder looks after all of you."
The silver bridge that crossed the massive moat was long, but Lian's story took up most of the walk. As they were about to arrive at the other end, an old man dressed in a neat suit was waiting for them. His hands were covered in clean, white gloves, and a brilliant, white yellow glow swirled around his figure, resembling the ephemeral silver glow that always accompanied Lian. However, it was clear at a glance that the old man's aura was far more overbearing that Armen's mother.
All the same, the man bowed respectfully as Lian and Armen approached. "Lady Lian," he greeted, one hand folded neatly behind his back, as he straightened. "Young Master. Madame Ashna is having tea in the rose garden. Please, follow me."
The Patriarch's residence was obviously far more than just a house. It was a status symbol, a representation of the wealth and prestige of the Albilon family. Generation after generation of Patriarchs had maintained or improved it, turning it into a truly splendid palace. The front entryway was more than large enough to allow even an elephant to pass through the double doors, and the ceiling rose even further above that. Yet, the whole place seemed graceful and purposeful, full of natural lines that almost made it look as though the house had simply grown into existence, instead of being crafted by the hands of man.
Rather than leading them through the main entry, though, the butler guided them around to the left, following along a broad, curved balcony before passing through a smaller, side entry door that was nonetheless guarded by a dark armored guard. The guard saluted as the three of them passed through the door.
Traversing a few more gently curved hallways, and the old man with the pale-colored aura led them up to a massive bank of windows. In the courtyard, beautiful rose bushes bloomed with abandon, covering the full spectrum of colors. In the middle of the garden, seated at a glass table near a sparkling fountain, a graceful old woman in a magnificent flowing blue dress with long, flowing sleeves that hung almost as low as her skirt, was sipping tea. Several maids were silently lined up behind her.
The butler opened a glass door, before bowing as he stepped to the side, allowing Lian and Armen inside.
Madame Ashna rose as soon as she saw the two entering. "Ah, Lian! What an unexpected but pleasant surprise. Please. Come in. Have a cup of tea." Satisfied that she'd done her duty as the madame of the house, Ashna's eyes instantly turned to Armen, and a radiant smile spread across her face. "Ah. My good grandson. Come, give grandma a hug! Would you like a cookie?"
"That was the Guardian Elder," she responded, her own eyes turning back towards the water. There was clear respect in her gaze. Even though Lian was a talented mage, she was nothing compared to a true dragon. "Who lives around grandpa and grandma's house, and helps keep all of us safe."
Lian ruffled her son's hair gently. "You aren't the only person who's good at talking with animals, Armen. Our old Ancestor was very good at it as well. He and the Guardian Elder were kind of like papa and Uncle Blue, very, very good friends. But when the Old Ancestor couldn't travel the world anymore, he came back home with his wife and started the Albilon family. And even though many, many generations have passed since that moment, the Guardian Elder still stays to look after the Patriarch and his family, since they are descendants of the Old Ancestor. Your papa, your granpapa, and you, too. The Guardian Elder looks after all of you."
The silver bridge that crossed the massive moat was long, but Lian's story took up most of the walk. As they were about to arrive at the other end, an old man dressed in a neat suit was waiting for them. His hands were covered in clean, white gloves, and a brilliant, white yellow glow swirled around his figure, resembling the ephemeral silver glow that always accompanied Lian. However, it was clear at a glance that the old man's aura was far more overbearing that Armen's mother.
All the same, the man bowed respectfully as Lian and Armen approached. "Lady Lian," he greeted, one hand folded neatly behind his back, as he straightened. "Young Master. Madame Ashna is having tea in the rose garden. Please, follow me."
The Patriarch's residence was obviously far more than just a house. It was a status symbol, a representation of the wealth and prestige of the Albilon family. Generation after generation of Patriarchs had maintained or improved it, turning it into a truly splendid palace. The front entryway was more than large enough to allow even an elephant to pass through the double doors, and the ceiling rose even further above that. Yet, the whole place seemed graceful and purposeful, full of natural lines that almost made it look as though the house had simply grown into existence, instead of being crafted by the hands of man.
Rather than leading them through the main entry, though, the butler guided them around to the left, following along a broad, curved balcony before passing through a smaller, side entry door that was nonetheless guarded by a dark armored guard. The guard saluted as the three of them passed through the door.
Traversing a few more gently curved hallways, and the old man with the pale-colored aura led them up to a massive bank of windows. In the courtyard, beautiful rose bushes bloomed with abandon, covering the full spectrum of colors. In the middle of the garden, seated at a glass table near a sparkling fountain, a graceful old woman in a magnificent flowing blue dress with long, flowing sleeves that hung almost as low as her skirt, was sipping tea. Several maids were silently lined up behind her.
The butler opened a glass door, before bowing as he stepped to the side, allowing Lian and Armen inside.
Madame Ashna rose as soon as she saw the two entering. "Ah, Lian! What an unexpected but pleasant surprise. Please. Come in. Have a cup of tea." Satisfied that she'd done her duty as the madame of the house, Ashna's eyes instantly turned to Armen, and a radiant smile spread across her face. "Ah. My good grandson. Come, give grandma a hug! Would you like a cookie?"