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consultmybooks[Good evening, Luceti. Giles hopes you're having a pleasant, peaceful, quiet night.
Giles also hopes no one was planning to use the bridge crossing the river near the clinic, because it shatters under his weight as he executes an ungainly dive into the river. It was the only alternative. It was the bridge, or another couple of broken ribs crashing into the ground at speed. And Giles has had enough of those this past week, thank you.
Note to self. Flying is not like riding a bicycle.
The Night Fury spends a few minutes half submerged in the river, occasionally letting out a few week coughs. Anyone who dares approach is advised to do so with a minimum of sudden movements. It's fairly clear that this is one dragon that's very recently had the fight of its life, shortly followed by the fight of its past life and the life before that. The battering and injuries might have had something to do with the fall.
After a while to rest, the change in the creature is marked, and as sudden as though he'd been poked with a cattle prod again. Enormous yellow eyes fly open wide, and Giles goes from collapsed to on all four paws in an apparent bound with a bit back cry of pain when he accidentally puts weight on his injured foot. But he shakes his head as though to dislodge the pain, gritting his teeth. Then, unless stopped, he'll be racing off. No flying, not yet. He doesn't want to risk making a worse impression on the place than he already has.
House 32, you're getting a visitor tonight. Actually, not just House 32. Anyone who has expressed the slightest interest or concern in Giles' condition these past weeks will find an enormous black dragon settled outside their place of residence tonight, staring at the door or the window with hopeful eyes. He's too big to fit in any building in the village, right now, but he'll be here to talk if you happen to notice he's there and feel like braving the cold. Take your time. Giles could use the rest.
Of course, the world looks different to a dragon than it does to a man. As a human, Giles can find his way to his friend's houses blindfolded, and once had to do just that. But he's tired, and his eyes aren't the right size, and it's very easy to get turned around. So, whoever you are, wherever you live, you might just look out the window or make the walk home and find a dragon looking intently if tiredly back at you, sitting outside your house or community building.
Maybe come out and see if you could give directions? Offer up a few raw fish? Or, y'know, just wait. He'll limp away eventually, looking remarkably doleful.
There will be no sign of the dragon come morning. But a video post will turn up after a while, showing Giles sitting on a boat. He appears to be working first aid on himself, and not doing a half bad job of it. Given how little attention he's apparently paying the camera, one might be forgiven for thinking he'd just turned it on accidentally.
Then, of course, he speaks.]
I see that Rydia already gave the, um, the traditional speech. And, as always, did it better than I ever could. A-Anyway. Welcome, all New Feathers. I think I've met a few of you already, although time is...a bit fuzzy, at the moment. H-How, um...how long have I been gone?
[The question seems to cost him something, certainly a great deal of emotional effort for such a simple question. Still, before anyone can answer, Giles shakes himself off.]
Um, I'm all right. For the interested. Apart from being a dragon. Were-dragon. Whatever they've done. All in all, it could be worse. I'm all right.
[He seems distracted as he finally splints his hand, before looking back at the camera. Even so, he offers whoever is looking back a friendly if wan smile.] And to those of you that aren't, my name is Giles. It's, um, i-it's nice to meet you all.
Hello. I'm going to be stopping off at Seventh Heaven for a while. I need to get the taste of fish out of my mouth. And then it's been a while since I've visited the garden. I think I'll s-spend some time there.
Sorry about the bridge.
Giles also hopes no one was planning to use the bridge crossing the river near the clinic, because it shatters under his weight as he executes an ungainly dive into the river. It was the only alternative. It was the bridge, or another couple of broken ribs crashing into the ground at speed. And Giles has had enough of those this past week, thank you.
Note to self. Flying is not like riding a bicycle.
The Night Fury spends a few minutes half submerged in the river, occasionally letting out a few week coughs. Anyone who dares approach is advised to do so with a minimum of sudden movements. It's fairly clear that this is one dragon that's very recently had the fight of its life, shortly followed by the fight of its past life and the life before that. The battering and injuries might have had something to do with the fall.
After a while to rest, the change in the creature is marked, and as sudden as though he'd been poked with a cattle prod again. Enormous yellow eyes fly open wide, and Giles goes from collapsed to on all four paws in an apparent bound with a bit back cry of pain when he accidentally puts weight on his injured foot. But he shakes his head as though to dislodge the pain, gritting his teeth. Then, unless stopped, he'll be racing off. No flying, not yet. He doesn't want to risk making a worse impression on the place than he already has.
House 32, you're getting a visitor tonight. Actually, not just House 32. Anyone who has expressed the slightest interest or concern in Giles' condition these past weeks will find an enormous black dragon settled outside their place of residence tonight, staring at the door or the window with hopeful eyes. He's too big to fit in any building in the village, right now, but he'll be here to talk if you happen to notice he's there and feel like braving the cold. Take your time. Giles could use the rest.
Of course, the world looks different to a dragon than it does to a man. As a human, Giles can find his way to his friend's houses blindfolded, and once had to do just that. But he's tired, and his eyes aren't the right size, and it's very easy to get turned around. So, whoever you are, wherever you live, you might just look out the window or make the walk home and find a dragon looking intently if tiredly back at you, sitting outside your house or community building.
Maybe come out and see if you could give directions? Offer up a few raw fish? Or, y'know, just wait. He'll limp away eventually, looking remarkably doleful.
There will be no sign of the dragon come morning. But a video post will turn up after a while, showing Giles sitting on a boat. He appears to be working first aid on himself, and not doing a half bad job of it. Given how little attention he's apparently paying the camera, one might be forgiven for thinking he'd just turned it on accidentally.
Then, of course, he speaks.]
I see that Rydia already gave the, um, the traditional speech. And, as always, did it better than I ever could. A-Anyway. Welcome, all New Feathers. I think I've met a few of you already, although time is...a bit fuzzy, at the moment. H-How, um...how long have I been gone?
[The question seems to cost him something, certainly a great deal of emotional effort for such a simple question. Still, before anyone can answer, Giles shakes himself off.]
Um, I'm all right. For the interested. Apart from being a dragon. Were-dragon. Whatever they've done. All in all, it could be worse. I'm all right.
[He seems distracted as he finally splints his hand, before looking back at the camera. Even so, he offers whoever is looking back a friendly if wan smile.] And to those of you that aren't, my name is Giles. It's, um, i-it's nice to meet you all.
Hello. I'm going to be stopping off at Seventh Heaven for a while. I need to get the taste of fish out of my mouth. And then it's been a while since I've visited the garden. I think I'll s-spend some time there.
Sorry about the bridge.
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[Action - night]
Date: 2012-01-18 05:32 am (UTC)One would hope that's the case. The thought of a spell powerful enough to sense when no one is looking at it is disturbing. A creature with the ability to sense when it's being watched is less daunting.
[She's about to go on when she notices Link looking at them quietly.]
Oh! I'm sorry, Link...
Re: [Action - night]
Date: 2012-01-21 04:37 am (UTC)[Giles looks deeply apologetic. He only just realizes that they could have been out here all night with no one to stop them. To break the silence, he clears his throat.] F-For, um, for more information on the village, I admit I would advise seeking out those who have been here a bit longer than I have. I haven't made it a year yet, and I've been here twice.
[Action - night]
Date: 2012-01-21 04:43 am (UTC)[Action - night]
Date: 2012-01-21 06:51 am (UTC)[Zelda pales. At least Sheik had a life, here.]
Re: [Action - night]
Date: 2012-01-21 09:26 am (UTC)Probably not the most sensible thing to focus on, there and then, but Giles has had a long night thus far.]
It's, um, it's not as though any of us miss anything, back home. In terms of, um, time passing, I mean. W-We'll, we'll return home at the same instant we left, when we finally leave.
[Those of them who can return home, of course.]
[Action - night]
Date: 2012-01-21 11:48 am (UTC)I know I should be helping you fix Hyrule now that Ganon's gone, but... it's okay if we stay here for a bit, right? And - it's good that Sheik can be here.
[The Nocturne in Kakariko... if ever Sheik returns, then he's days away from death.]
[Action - night]
Date: 2012-01-22 03:27 am (UTC)You have done more than enough for Hyrule, Link. I will handle things from here, I promise. Once we figure out a way to get out of this place without forcing those who want to live here to have to leave, at least...
Re: [Action - night]
Date: 2012-01-23 03:33 pm (UTC)[And an issue he only ever understood when he became one of those people.]
Link has, um, been outside the barrier on occasion, at least. More often than I have. [Even if it gives Giles fits every time it happens.] But our chances to, um, gather information have been understandably limited.
[Action - night]
Date: 2012-01-24 01:10 pm (UTC)[But he looks almost bothered about something, rocking back on his heels before saying in a rush,] If we work out how people can go back, I wanna stay here.
[Action - night] ((Sorry Link, you saying that killed Zelda. Kiddin', I had a busy few days <3))
Date: 2012-01-26 02:44 am (UTC)Very well, Link. I understand. If we figure out a way to go back and forth, I will have to ask you to come fully close the Temple before returning here. If it is a one-way thing...
[She pauses. Could she even use the Master Sword? Probably not, but she could return it to its pedestal and complete the rest with the Ocarina.]
Then I shall return the Master Sword to its proper place and seal it myself. Will that be alright?