Private Tales The Stars, the Stars, the Stars

[Talorgan]

"You have the wylds, Talorgan, and I have my workshop. You made sure I stayed alive, and I promise to do the same for you here."

"And I trust you completely," Tal replied. He gave a something approaching a complete formal bow but he cut it short.

He stepped out into the cool night air. He glanced upwards at the stars. He briefly wondered if his father had news of him leaving already. He could imagine that already.

You were seen leaving with a common artisan before the cheese was brought out Talorgan!

."But if you must admit fear at seeing dragon fire, then please do say so, and I may be able to protect you." A sweet smile spread over her lips. She had made a jest.

"I shall hide behind your apron," he declared.

"But how do you control it? Heavy bricks?"

 

[Faye Valimir]

"It is simple, really." Faye crossed to the double doors, pulling them open and showing the dimness within. "You train a dragon."

The workshop was in fact large enough to house a smaller dragon, and from the mezzanine level, a light clicking coo sounded. Faye motioned for Talorgan to follow, her hand lifting upwards to wave to her dragon up above. "Cathàn was against using his dragon fire at first, but my father's dragon demonstrated how it should be done. Besides, we only need a small flame to work with."

After all her teasing and warnings, Faye did not plan to throw him through burning hoops so soon.

"How about you watch me work first? That way you get a sense of what to do."

 

[Talorgan]

Talorgan briefly imagined trying to convince Biersys to slink down streets and into a tight space. Even though she was smaller than Cathan and would cling to rocks for shelter, she did not like the city.

"I'll watch, but perhaps we should open that wine. Let it breathe," Talorgan replied.

"And then I will stand back over here with my beard in tact and watch."

He looked around the space, genuinely curious. He offered a small, respectful bow to Cathán and followed after Faye.

 

[Faye Valimir]

"Yes... you are right. Wait a moment... take a seat right there." She lit a lantern by a chair before moving to light every sconce and candle. Faye pointed to the large and plush armchair as she crossed to a closed door. A key was produced to unlock it, and for a minute, she jad disappeared into the cellar.

Moments later, the wooden stairs creaked as she appeared back into the workshop. A bottle in hand and two crystalline glasses set upon the side table near the chair.

"Cathàn is determined to get you to face your fears, you know? The fact you're nervous around dragons amuses him." She smiled.

The white dragon with clouded eyes let out a chirp of noise, one that could be taken as laughter.