[ you awaken to find yourself, somehow, in perhaps the most opulent room you've ever seen. In a large raised bed with delicate ivory fabric draped around it, the room itself large enough to house an entire family, certainly. The furniture-- tea tables and bookshelves and end tablesand even a decked out writing desk-- are all delicately carved wood of such deep red that almost seems purple in the right light. There's closets and dressers and other such expected items.
Most notably, however, is that this place is absolutely swamped in magic, permeating even the fibers of the quilt on the bed. A not unfamiliar magic, vaguely reminiscent of one dragon friend, but somehow greater, more expansive. ]
[ Nothing comes knocking at those shields, anyway, so. Safe to say it's probably a normal room.
After a moment there is a tiny knock at the door and someone pokes their head in though-- a short person of indeterminate gender, with straight brown hair... no, feathers. Their hands are thin and yellow-scaled, too, like bird feet. They chirp a bit, to get his attention, and twitter some-- no actual words.
He will find that he can perfectly understand them despite this, though; they're asking if he wants a change of clothes and maybe some tea? Are you feeling well? ]
[ They make a bit of a face that is clearly judgemental, but they nod, looking briefly over their shoulder back into the hallway before leaning back in to say,
The servant gives a nod and a small bow, motioning with a hand to follow them down the hall, to a set of absolutely massive doors-- as gilded and shining as the rest of the palace-- and open a more reasonably sized door to the side of it for him to enter.
The room inside is... large. The ceiling stories above and beautifully decorated with bright paintings of clouds and birds, the central image a massive, serpentine blue dragon winding through heavy grey thunder clouds and wreathed in lightning.
Down below sits a very long, very wide table clearly made to sit (and feed, judging by the amount of food laid out) a grand number of people, or alternatively very large people. At the moment, though, it only seats one.
Tai stands, looking only marginally surprised. ]
Well. When the cranes told me a guest had basically fallen from the sky I'd only half expected it to be you.
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Most notably, however, is that this place is absolutely swamped in magic, permeating even the fibers of the quilt on the bed. A not unfamiliar magic, vaguely reminiscent of one dragon friend, but somehow greater, more expansive. ]
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[when he recognizes the magic, he slowly starts to relax]
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After a moment there is a tiny knock at the door and someone pokes their head in though-- a short person of indeterminate gender, with straight brown hair... no, feathers. Their hands are thin and yellow-scaled, too, like bird feet. They chirp a bit, to get his attention, and twitter some-- no actual words.
He will find that he can perfectly understand them despite this, though; they're asking if he wants a change of clothes and maybe some tea? Are you feeling well? ]
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"Will you take lunch with the Lord, then?" ]
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Yes—that would be just fine.
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they do kind of... look you over, and gesture towards one of the closets. Please change. ]
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Right . . .
[what do we find in the closet]
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i'm sure theres even some with peacocks and phoenixes that are to your taste. ]
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I'm ready, I suppose.
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The servant gives a nod and a small bow, motioning with a hand to follow them down the hall, to a set of absolutely massive doors-- as gilded and shining as the rest of the palace-- and open a more reasonably sized door to the side of it for him to enter.
The room inside is... large. The ceiling stories above and beautifully decorated with bright paintings of clouds and birds, the central image a massive, serpentine blue dragon winding through heavy grey thunder clouds and wreathed in lightning.
Down below sits a very long, very wide table clearly made to sit (and feed, judging by the amount of food laid out) a grand number of people, or alternatively very large people. At the moment, though, it only seats one.
Tai stands, looking only marginally surprised. ]
Well. When the cranes told me a guest had basically fallen from the sky I'd only half expected it to be you.