Ars was not, by appearance, the posterchild for athleticism. The height of a youth's palm, (an average five feet for a Myconid of Ars' genus and species,) and certainly weighing no more than the average dose of tobacco in a pipe, one would expect a life of never-ending reliance on others for...
Ars looked to the fire and the way it danced in front of them, the light of it falling across Ravelyn's face and spitting sparks to dance in the sky like fireflies, and felt their little mouth dry up at the thought of getting any closer.
Ars had, by virtue of knowledge and of sheer dumb luck...
Ars had arrived well prepared- and quite excited, not perhaps the good excited one might feel when presenting a gift to a friend, but the excited that made one's stomach generally toss about while adventuring somewhere new and possibly dangerous -for whatever discussion and problem solving was...
"In sight ahead, Syntax, the ground on which Ravelyn promises to guide against the harm of flame!"
The twinkle-and-dance of a flame shone through the underbrush, not dissimilar in look to the sunrise burning at the horizon, best viewed in Ars' opinion from a tree branch to avoid the cutting...
The Teahouse
Ars lets out a little yelp at being carefully lifted by the waist, and perches on the rim of the cup as Galvanhad sits him down. "Then share mine."
"Thank you!"
Ars carefully balances, and dusts his feet off away from the tea, before lightly dipping his up-curled toes into it...
The Teahouse
Syntax appreciates the wonderful scratch with a rattling noise, similar to a woodpecker at full-pace, as Ars dismounts from the little saddle and begins rummaging around within the pack strapped to the beetle's back.
"Good morning, Ars." replies Galvanhad, voice powerful but not...
Entering the Teahouse
It would have been a tedious ride indeed for Ars, if he hadn't snuck onto Ugluk's immense back. Counting the passing seconds from the entrance of the Monastery to the pause of Ugluk and Syr Galvanahd at the door of the Wyvern's Nest's building, and knowing the average...
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