[identity profile] temeraire1805.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] small_things
*hovers about thirty feet above the stables*

*slowly, but steadily dropping altitude*

Pardon me! I don’t want to crush anyone. Do excuse me. Pardon.

*all manner of beasts of burden bellow and shriek, some running for cover, some straining at their teathers, still others roar aggressively*

Goodness! I mean no harm!

*wing beats send big gusts of wind through the clearing, dust clouds the air*

*a stout pony is rolled right off her feet*


*finally finally sets down*

Date: 2016-11-02 02:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ticket-w-ewok.livejournal.com
*runs out at all the kerfuffle*

*looks slowly up at you towering overhead*

*gives a deep, world-weary sigh that clearly means, 'why me, gods, why me?'*

*eyes suddenly get very wide at the sight of something slightly behind you*


*LEGS IT for the cover of a small cave close by*

Date: 2016-11-02 02:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smauglock.livejournal.com

*misses the landing site entirely and goes skidding into a nearby retention pond*



*pokes head up and glares at the land for not being where my feet were*

*manages to climb out with no dignity at all and shakes off like a dog, spraying everything and everyone in the immediate vicinity*

Date: 2016-11-02 02:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] madam-zarenyia.livejournal.com
*emerges from the pond sopping wet, still clinging to Sherlock's back, and laughing fool spider head off*

Water ride!! Can we do it again??

Date: 2016-11-02 02:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ticket-w-ewok.livejournal.com
*emerges from cave, turning the air blue with a litany of furry swear words*

*tries to calm and corral all the sundry panicking beasts*

Date: 2016-11-03 07:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] capt-crieff.livejournal.com
Hello again, friend Parking Attendant!

*picks up a slightly over sized duck that is flapping about in a panic*

Oh, hush, it's just a couple big lizards.

*strokes the duck gently until it calms*

There's a good bird.

*receives an affectionate nibbling*

Date: 2016-11-03 11:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ticket-w-ewok.livejournal.com
*recognises you all and gives an 'oh, it's you lot - I should have known!' sort of grunt*

*and then stops short as you expertly calm the duck*


*gives a grudgingly impressed nod, then waves you towards the small cave entrance that only a moment ago served as an Emergency Dragon Landing Shelter...*

*...and laughs in genuine delight as the duck tries to follow you*

Date: 2016-11-12 04:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] capt-crieff.livejournal.com
Right, gang, let's get a move on. We've got an Oracle to see and raptor-free lives to get back to.

*makes a small shooing motion at the duck... who is completely unphased*

Date: 2016-11-12 11:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ticket-w-ewok.livejournal.com
*chuckles* Awwww! *coos something in native language that clearly means, 'let the poor duckie stay with its new daddy, you heartless beast!'*

*hands the dragons a map (and tickets, with some difficulty) to a level of the Havens called the Pearl Gardens, which is very close to the Temple itself and houses the medical facilities*

*waves everyone else - especially those helping the invalids - into the small cave entrance, instead of making you hike up the long winding road like most travelers have to do*

*leads you all down a long tunnel hewn into the rock, at the end of which is a strange alcove housing two snoring creatures that look like the unholy union between an orangutan and a gargoyle - one on either side of the alcove, each holding a thick rope that feeds into the floor and presumably the ceiling*

*whistles shrilly at the gargoyle-utans to wake them, then herds everyone into the alcove - which turns out to be a crude makeshift elevator*

*gives you all tickets for the Pearl Gardens level and waves you goodbye*

Date: 2016-11-12 11:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] archie-keyes.livejournal.com
*looks anxious at leaving the dragons, but doesn't protest*

*tenses badly at the sight of the cave entrance, and looks ready for a full-blown panic attack as the rock tunnel - so much like the one that led to the 'special cell' in Noxs's prison - swallows us all up*

*shuts eyes tight and starts chanting something under breath that sounds like a prayer or a mantra, trembling like hell all the while*
Edited Date: 2016-11-12 11:44 pm (UTC)

Date: 2016-11-12 11:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sybil-t-psychic.livejournal.com
Well, heavens, we'll never all fit in there at once - I suppose we'd better take it in turns.

Those helping the injured go up first, yes?
Edited Date: 2016-11-12 11:48 pm (UTC)

Date: 2016-11-14 10:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] merida-dunbroch.livejournal.com
Yes, o' course.

An' maybe someone who knows their way around up there?

Date: 2016-11-14 11:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sybil-t-psychic.livejournal.com
*looks around at Loki, Martin, Bilbo and Molly, who seem just as much at sea as the rest of us*

I don't think any of us do...some of us were here before, but we all just sort of...found our own cabins in the common area.

*jumps slightly as the ticket ewok hands us all maps, then looks between map and ticket*

I suppose we must be in different accommodations this time around? Returning heroes, and all that. One hopes. Or perhaps it's so we can be near our injured comrades in the medical wing?

*ticket ewok gruffly herds several of us into the lift*

Yes, yes, alright, if we must.

I suppose if all else fails, we could always get up there and...ask for directions?

*has ended up right under the raised arm of one of the gargoyle-utans...and seriously considers conjuring some muggle deodorant*

*casts a worried eye over at Archie, who's barely holding it together*

*squeaks slightly as the lift operators give a tug and hoist us all towards the Pearl Garden*

Date: 2016-11-18 04:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ollie-omen.livejournal.com
*rides up in careful silence, supporting one side of John and eyeing the eccentric lift operators with the other*

*exits into the main courtyard, where several long tables have been set up - the evening meal is under way*

*blinks as a group of acolytes appear to take John and Archie to the medical facilities just down a colourful pebbled path off to the south of the courtyard*

*gets handed a slip of paper*

I hope that's not a receipt...?

*sees that the number on the paper corresponds to the cabin John and Archie will be housed in, and waves them goodbye feeling a little better about leaving them in someone else's care*

So...what's for dinner? Smells amazing.

*gets in the queue for a bowlful of what turns out to be the same stew our travelers had their first night on the mountain - apparently everyone in the Havens eats the same food no matter what job they do*

*catches two young women staring and giggling*

...Sorry, do I know them?

*suddenly remembers own lack of trousers, and the makeshift skirt/sari affair that currently covers upper thighs in their stead*


First thing after dinner, I'm finding a pair of keks.

Date: 2016-11-18 04:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sybil-t-psychic.livejournal.com
*in line behind you*

*follows your gaze*

Who? Them? Oh yes, dear boy, they were asking all about you. Apparently our deeds have preceded us - always a danger when living with a Seer like the Oracle, I know; it's annoying at times, but it's part of the burden when one has the Gift...

*trails off sadly, remembering the first sacrifice we all made when we came here*

...Anyway. They seem to know all about the jailbreak, and wanted to know if you'd really freed the river all by yourself. *pause* They seemed quite impressed.

*another pause...finally*

I'd really go and talk to them if I were you. *pointedly* Before some other returning hero sits down next to them and takes your place?

Date: 2016-11-18 04:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ollie-omen.livejournal.com
*still embarrassed, tugging at skirt/sari*

Maybe after I've found some proper togs. Right now all I want is some food, a good wash, and a good sleep.

*sits down at the table and tucks in, then follows the rest of the group to our assigned cabins (http://small-things.livejournal.com/15414.html)*

Date: 2016-11-03 06:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thepunygod.livejournal.com
*drags self up onto dry land, weighed down by heavy, wet leather*

*very cross*

No. No, we may not.

*sits down with a SPLAT! and begins emptying slimy pond water out of boots*

Date: 2016-11-03 11:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] madam-zarenyia.livejournal.com
*hops off Sherlock*

Uh-oh! Someone's a grumpy otter. Looks like we'd better take this more seriously.

*folds arms and stares at you VERY VERY SERIOUSLY, hat thoroughly soaked and knocked askew over one eye (but still looking quite fetching); sodden red hair plastered all over face and neck; parasol completely bent and pointing like a finger back at Sherlock as if to say 'I'm With Stupid'*



Date: 2016-11-04 12:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] i-k-blue.livejournal.com
Previously blue Shape! Call me Hugh. I wish to inquire why you are no longer blue. It's quite the trick, changing colour like that.

Date: 2016-11-06 09:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] missmollyhooper.livejournal.com
*slides off Temeraire as gracefully as possible*

*can't help but laugh at wet, disgraced Loki and SRS Zarenyia*

*rummages through pack and offers Loki a towel*

There you go.

Date: 2016-11-06 11:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thepunygod.livejournal.com
*snatches the towel*

Thank you.

*grumpily dries hair, ringing it out so as not to end up with frizzy curls*

Date: 2016-11-08 12:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thepunygod.livejournal.com
I am no longer blue because I know longer wish to be blue. Yes, it is quite a trick, but that is my specialty.

Are you not able to change your colour?

Date: 2016-11-08 01:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] i-k-blue.livejournal.com
Change my colour?! *splutters for three thousand years*

Date: 2016-11-10 03:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thepunygod.livejournal.com
Yes, of course. It does take some skill and practice, I will admit, but as a... colour... Oh, but you are just one colour, aren't you? Are you made of magic or light?

Date: 2016-11-10 08:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] i-k-blue.livejournal.com
*proudly* I am an ultramarine pigment combined with a matte, synthetic resin binder which maximises the pigment's intensity.

What is your Space?

Date: 2016-11-03 01:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] i-k-blue.livejournal.com
Thank you for relocating us in three dimensions, large Shape!

Date: 2016-11-04 12:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] i-k-blue.livejournal.com
It is I, the colour International Klein Blue. Call me Hugh. I understand each of the Shapes here come from a different Space. I come from Colour Space. What is your Space?

Date: 2016-11-08 01:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] i-k-blue.livejournal.com
You have two Spaces? Then which one will you return to?

A king?! No colour is better than any other colour! (Although, even if I say it myself, I am a particularly excellent colour.)

What are dragon rights?

Date: 2016-11-14 11:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bilbo-baggins.livejournal.com
*as Temeraire seems to get distracted by getting a map and instructions up the hill (http://small-things.livejournal.com/15345.html?thread=592625#t592625), and Archie is helped into the strange gargoyle elevator*

I say, my good fellow - I didn't like to say anything before, but to answer your earlier question? We...Shapes...tend to alter our colouration quite frequently. Perhaps not so dramatically as Mister Loki here, but still rather often. For example, if our faces flush red, it could mean we're too cold, or too hot, or simply that we're embarrassed. Likewise, if we're ill or injured, then that can change our colour as well.

*quietly, confidentially*

I believe that's what you noticed about our friend Archie. Some other, er, Shapes were holding him prisoner, and I'm afraid they damaged him rather badly. I didn't like to say anything when you asked just in case having it brought out in the open made him feel worse, but yes - he's far too pale by a long chalk. Hopefully a few days of good food and sunshine will restore some colour to his cheeks.


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