Post by Heron on Nov 26, 2022 20:37:49 GMT
It was remarkable how fast one got used to change when one studied wild magic. Although this time Ellone had not changed sex, changed color, changed race, changed size, changed material, or changed morality. This time it seemed she had changed world.
She knew what Faerun's sky looked like. Pink with dayglo green polka-dots was not it. Faerun didn't smell like taffy either.
Well, it was bound to happen one of these days. At least Yeri was still with her. Even if he looked a little different. More adult, for a start, larger and more muscular than he had been just yesterday. His red stripes were a little more prominent, and he seemed to have swapped out scales for smooth skin, though his head still bore the white dragon's crest.
The dragons here...it's like a hive mind, Yeri complained, loudly, in Ellone's head. He usually spoke aloud, in draconic, but apparently something about this new world was having an effect on him. I- it's weird. Crazy weird coincidence. Every dragon on this world has a name that ends with -th and so do I. It's just harder to pronounce Yeridajniosjuth than most of their names.
"To be fair, Yeri, most dragons' names are easier to pronounce than that," Ellone teased lightly. Honestly his name wasn't as hard as it looked. It simply took commitment to the sounds ahead of time. Which was why she called him Yeri and not by his full name unless he was in Big Trouble.
Same tactic she'd adopted with her children, come to think of it. And her grandchildren. Often, fear of the Full Name was enough to keep them in line.
The dragons here say they have riders? Is that what you are to me now? My rider, not my wizard?
That was more question marks than Ellone was accustomed to from Yeri. "I don't know. That new neck ridge of yours does look like I could sit there, though. Want to give it a try?"
There was some grumpy shuffling until Ellone could climb up, spreading her robe so that she fit into the neck ridge. She fit like they were born to fit together. Pieces of the same puzzle. And then Yeri took off, and both of them had some thoughts on maybe a saddle or some safety straps.
Yeri spiraled slowly downward toward a mountaintop temple. Strangely, it looked almost exactly like a temple to Ellone's god, Talos, the Stormlord. Which was highly illogical, but Ellone was used to illogic. Her magic often operated on it. Yeri's landing was smooth, but still jarred Ellone out of her seat, and the elder wild mage bumped out and fell with an indignant squawk and flap of golden robes.
Ellone righted herself, dusting off, and approached the temple. It had looked like the Stormlord's from the air, but the statuary wasn't quite right. Although there was a living storm inside the temple, contained over a small pool in the center, surrounded by three rods that absorbed the periodic lightning strikes. All told, it was a very good replica, but a replica nonetheless. Someone's holy ground, but not hers. She tapped the butt of her Staff of the Magi on the tile floor.
"Hello? Anyone here?"
Ellone the Golden arrives on Teragaia! My third Faerunian character! But she was too fun not to bring.
Yeri is a free port within the initial five stars (dragons take up two of five, but Ellone had no other creatures to bring).
As for her shrinies, I would like to petition for a Parrotlet Birbozard and an Adhair Nympkin so I can have a screaming birb and a telekinetic zoom cat. Gender is unimportant. All I'm looking for is chaos.
