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Post by The Terror on Dec 15, 2018 19:05:35 GMT
The dragons hiss at each other like house cats, and encircle each other on the granite floor. There is a short but indecisive duel for dominance that lasts approximately ten seconds. Afterwards, they take turns trailing after the other while exploring the room.
Aeradar can already picture the claw marks he will eventually find as they grow larger.
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Post by Aelyx Caltarys on Dec 15, 2018 19:11:30 GMT
Aelyx smiles as their dragons start to get along, and looks between Helaena and Aeradar, “yes, we do.” She said not hiding the fact that she was certainly their uncles favourite, she had been travelling with him for about seven years. She looked back to Hel, awaiting her reply.
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Post by Helaena Caltarys on Dec 15, 2018 21:12:33 GMT
Helaena smiled fondly at the dragons and their initial scuffle, which to her seemed playful rather than serious. She turned back to Aelyx. "That's interesting. I never knew he had one. I hatched Jaes from that old heirloom father kept above the mantelpiece of the reception hall. It was so old we all thought it wouldn't take, but..." she trailed off momentarily, wondering where the awful stench of burning flesh had just come from, and glanced at Jaes briefly. Then, the rancid smell was gone as suddenly as it had appeared. "I built a small fire and gave it a try," she said, picking up where she'd left off. "You're right, mother and father will be thrilled. You need to write them about yours." She paused for a beat. "How is our uncle, then? Did he not come with you?"
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Post by Aelyx Caltarys on Dec 15, 2018 21:46:20 GMT
“The old fossil hatched for you? Congratulations, you have offinicially done the impossible!” she grinned, looking like the proud older sister.
“Uncle Vaelon is well, and might be paying us a visit, but he went back to Volantis. We didn’t write ahead, so I thought I’d come straight here, see what is going on.” She looked distantly for a second but seemed to snap back to the present “how were mother and father when you left them? Are they missing me?” She asked playfully, nudging Hel, before movin* away back into the water to finish being cleaned.
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Post by Helaena Caltarys on Dec 15, 2018 22:21:09 GMT
"They were... fine," she said, and smiled as Aelyx returned to the pool. Her eye twitched. "They do talk about you often, you know. Funny how Aeradar never comes up," she added, and stepped over to Aeradar, touching a hand to his shoulder good-naturedly to show she was kidding. Kind of.
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Post by Aelyx Caltarys on Dec 15, 2018 22:54:40 GMT
“Well, Aeradar is the black sheep, why do you think they let him come here?” She asked and then coughed and started doing an oddly accurate impression of their father, “yes, Aeradar, go to the jungle, to the back end of no where.” She rolled her eyes, as the slave started to wash her hair, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the feeling.
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Post by Lord Aeradar Caltarys on Dec 15, 2018 23:14:43 GMT
"Now it feels like home," Aeradar deadpanned, as his father's words came out of his sister's mouth. "Like I never left Volantis."
"So, now that the Caltarys siblings are all under one roof again, it seems a celebration is in order."
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Post by Helaena Caltarys on Dec 15, 2018 23:31:09 GMT
Hel seemed amused by the impression. "Yes," she said eagerly, approving of Aeradar's notion. "A masquerade, perhaps?"
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Post by Lord Aeradar Caltarys on Dec 15, 2018 23:35:44 GMT
"I was going to suggest an orgy, but very well, if you want a more tame affair I suppose a masquerade will suffice," Aeradar quipped.
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Post by Aelyx Caltarys on Dec 15, 2018 23:38:38 GMT
“Yes, oh let’s have a masquerade!” Aelyx agreed, that way no one would even necessarily notice if she snuck off. “It can always turn into an orgy after if it must” she seemed less keen on that. “We’re having one. I have the perfect dress for it too, a lovely lace one from qaarth.”
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Post by Lord Aeradar Caltarys on Dec 15, 2018 23:54:04 GMT
"So probably nine seasons out of style, musty, and reeking of unwashed sailors?" Aeradar asked, with a grimace. "If we are to do this, we will do it right. You will both have a new dress made for the occasion. I insist. The tailor has already been summoned."
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Post by Aelyx Caltarys on Dec 15, 2018 23:58:09 GMT
“But we only just decided we were having it,” Aelyx said, looking at Aeradar as her hair was being rinsed in the water, “why would he already e coming?”
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Post by Lord Aeradar Caltarys on Dec 16, 2018 0:05:21 GMT
"You showed up at the docks in mud-caked rags and I found the sleeves of our sister's new dress stained with blood," he replied, as if it were painfully obvious. "I told the tailor to prepare fabric samples a month ago when I found out about the Founder's Festival. If you go through your garments half as quickly as our sister, he will be building a second manse on my dime by the year's end."
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Post by Aelyx Caltarys on Dec 16, 2018 0:13:22 GMT
“Mud caked?” Aelyx replied, apparently insulted, “rags?” She scoffed “when you go on expeditions you wear what you know is reliable, and it gets properly cleaned on a regular basis... how dare you. Better useful and a bit worn than clucking around like some presenting peacock.” She frowned and stood up, “and after your servants have washed them I am sure they’ll be perfectly fine again for all your company. Honestly, you’re worse than mother!”
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Post by Lord Aeradar Caltarys on Dec 16, 2018 0:56:30 GMT
“That is well and good for an expedition, but in civilized company you emphasize flattering over reliable,” he glanced at Aelyx as if she had grown an extra head and looked as if she had slapped him when she uttered the words useful and worn. “Leave the utility to the slaves.”
“At least mother had class...and dignity...and shame...” he muttered under his breath. It was not terribly hard to figure out who their mother’s favorite was.
He did not respond to her remark about the safe return of her laundered garments. It was a large manse and things got lost on occasion. He would have one of the laundry slaves horsewhipped for “losing” his sister’s wardrobe and call it a day.
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