An unexpected guest[Khaal] Nov 21, 2017 20:59:03 GMT
Post by Éamon Lyall on Nov 21, 2017 20:59:03 GMT
It was getting late. The sun had set over the small village and all respectable folk were in their houses. So, of course, the village's physician was too. The giant of a man was sitting at the large table in the middle of his house, eating a rather rare piece of meat. The dragon had to cook his food for his human body to digest it properly. The peace which reigned in the house was a polar opposite of what had filled the cellar beneath the other day. Or at least it felt like the other day to the dragon. He had sated his thirst for a time with Djinn and the mind of the dragon was at peace. He slept so wonderfully when he could go into the cellar and still smell the faint scent of blood. When the memory was still fresh he could almost hear the music he had pulled from the dark-haired fae as he remembered their session. All in all the life of Èamon was good. He had been lucky enough to find a rather expensive looking tapestry in the shop of a travelling merchant. He had stored in the safety of his cellar. The work was very true to reality and he had had to do a double take for a second to be sure he had not been looking into an enchanted mirror, showing one's true self. He had happily paid the hefty sum for the tapestry of the black and red dragon drowning a town in flames. It must have been an image from before he joined the council... He stabbed another piece of meat and ate it without chewing much on it. Perhaps he should travel to the town someday? A small smile played on his lips before he got up and made his way to a bowl of water on the table by the fireplace. He swiped the leftovers into a bowl with yesterdays leftovers and washed the plate. He usually got a visit every second or third day from orphans looking for scrabs, so he started to save up for them. Not because he felt sorry for the kids, but because it helped the citizen of the village view him as a kind and harmless man. Someone they could trust...