Post by mahri on Jan 21, 2009 10:16:26 GMT -5
Mahri 's larger than your average wolf paws padded silently on the ground, aiding in the theme of silence that permeated the area. With her nose low to the ground, it would be easy to surmise she must be tracking something, or someone, and that someone being in the immediate vicinity. Hearing voices, the wolf's ears perk forward and her head lifts, that glistening black nose twitching curiously as she settles on her haunches next to at tree. Portea she knew, of course, by sight and scent, simply because the psion had prevented her from killing his clanswoman.
Karvier csoff in disguest at the mans remark, "Who are you to say that I have no use of it? You haven't seen what I've done, what I'm capable of. My deepes regrets for saying such, but you yourself don't seem that keen in the ways of psionics if you can't tell." A slight smug look appears upon his visage as he slowly slips into a darker stage of himself. Karvier takes a look at the wolf that appeared, sensing the mind power from the beast, he knows she is no ordinary wolf, oh yes, he knows its true nature. "You can get out of your wolf form now if you have the cabability to change at will."
You just laughs and rolls his eyes. "You just said it was locked away where you can't even use it, you fool. Next time think before you speak, it just might get you some added respect around these parts. Now, did you follow me wanting a teacher or an enemy, because I could easily be either one of those. The choice is yours, but you'll have to earn the former." He replies with a grin, his somber gaze falls upon the familiar wolf, whom he merely nods to.
Mahri does the wolf equivalent of an eye roll, yawning hugely and stretching out, folding her paws as she lays down and resting her chin on them. The part of her brain that is aware sends a silent message Portea, the tone bored, and if the other is as powerful as he claims, he just might pick up on it. ~Is this one for real? Can I eat him~ The alpha was hungry, but..just maybe not quite that hungry.
Karvier makes a tisk sound from rubbing his tongue behind closed teeth, "I mearly said that more power rested inside me. I never said all of it. I have only been able to uncover a select bit of it, that is true. But with the time and training that I have sent forth into unlocked it was unbearable. They said it would be hard for someone without natural psion abilities to unlock theirs, and they said something simular to what you did; that I have great potential in becoming a very powerful psion. But since I had... other powers by that time, I was able to increase my ability in them with their training aswell." He looks to the wolf and chuckles "Portea, that's a lovely name." he starts slipping back into his normal state, calming down and releasing himself of any boredum or anger. "And no, you cannot eat me." He says again, being able to pick up on the psionic waves traveling through the air.
Karvier oocly takes the name thing awy, wtf.. should have picked up on that lmao
You laughs yet again, this time at the combination of Mahri wanting to eat the avian, and the wannabe psion trying to preach psionics to him. "I never said you had great potential, or that you would ever become a powerful psion, much less a very powerful one. I said it was possible that you had -some- potential, but no definite confirmation, yet. Now then, you failed to answer my question yet again. Which tempts me to say yes to my lovely friend over there, not to mention my bronze friend that you have yet to meet." The psions soft voice seems to echo throughout the woods, pulsing with a strange underlying, yet restrained, power.
Mahri chuffed, almost disappointed at not being allowed, yet, to eat the bird-man. What a strange combination? He almost smelled good enough to chomp on anyway. Stretching, her hind end reaching for the very tree-tops, Mahri gets up, wandering nonchalantly towards Portea to stand at his heel. This is a gesture of respect quite frankly, one she'd show any male who had the power and ability to best her in a fair fight. Gazing up at him, the wolf projects ~Is he a bird, or a man? Do you think feathers tickle when you swallow them?~ Genuine humor laces that mental voice, which is smooth as silk and warm as whisky.
Karvier yet again picks up on the mental waves of her voice, then looks around himself, only seeing feathers on his wings, "Unless you plan on eating my wings, that's all the feathers you'd get." He says in a joking manner. He then looks back to the psion, "Well, to someone odviously as powerful as you, I wouldn't compare to. But I choose not to fight, but in some cases I may deem it worthy. And I never said that you said -exactly- what they did! So far as your 'question' is concerned, I would have to see your powers to even know if you are as powerful as you say. Only then will I be able to impliment an action on friend or foe." he sighs heavily, "But in any case, you still have no idea..." He shakes his head shamefully.
You shrugs rather nonchalantly and smiles down at the lycan. "Not sure, do the feathers of a normal bird tickle when you swallow them?" He replies to her, his own tone laced with the same humor. "And just what kind of example are you expecting out of me? Why do you care so much about my opinion of how powerful you are? Honestly, my opinion shouldn't matter to you unless you actually are hoping to get a mentor here, in which case you're off to a rocky start."
Mahri shakes, hard, loose fur flying from the black wolf in answer. If it weren't for the fact that Mahri's traveling back was somewhere else, and she had failed to bury clothes near by, she would have shifted by now. ~So, ..is this some sort of Alpha thing you too got going on here?~ She didn't bother to direct the thought to one or the other and instead broadened it to include them both now. Silver eyes shimmer, surrounded by black fur, they might seem to be nearly colorless, with amusement. This was the most fun the lycan had had for a long time.
Mahri ooc back=pack..yup
Karvier gazes his own moonlit eyes to the wolf, "No, i'm just trying to prove him that I am not as weak as he thinks I am. But I could be wrong, which is a possibility. but a slim one at that." He looks to Portea, stretching his wings a bit the white feathers now a slightly dirty color from all the muck found in the forrest reaching down to a blackened tip reaching nearly a foot up. He closes them before the wolf would get any ideas running though her mind. "However you wish to demonstrate would be suffice."
You sighs, glancing around before pulling an eerie looking amulet out from beneath his shirt. "How about the fact that I got a necromancer to trap his own soul in this and give it to me? How's that for a demonstration, or would you rather have something more flashy and awe inspiring?" He responds, a slight note of humor hidden in his voice. "Besides, I didn't say you were weak, per se, just that you weren't exactly as powerful as you think, and that you still have much to learn. But guess what, we all have more to learn, that's one of the biggest things about being a psion, there's always more to learn." His voice loses some of the edge it had held before, now taking on more of a teaching type likeness as he waits for a response.
Karvier nods, "finally, we agree on something. But I know I have much to learn, I know we all have much to learn. But I'm sure the Psions of my land know a lot of what they were teaching me, training me how to use my mentality to get the better of another. If you were able to control a being, that does take a lot {and that person to go with it!}. But how do I know that it was you who made him do that?" he bows, "But enough of that dispute I shall like to get this feud over as quickly as possible, if you agree to help teach me more of the ways as a psion, I'll agree to keep my mouth shut and learn."
You shrugs ever so slightly. "It doesn't really matter whether you believe it was me or not, that is up to you to decide. I suppose I can be your mentor, but know that I won't exactly go easy on you most of the time." He replies calmly, slipping the amulet back beneath his shirt.
Karvier smirks, "Well, if you go easy, I'll never learn.It was always tough training back home... with the psions. Hard training and five hours of meditation a day. Reasoning for five is because I had to help boost my other power aswell. Which all helped greatly, although their rarely used."
You merely nods. "At least you've got some kind of discipline, that's more than I can say for a lot of people around here." He sighs softly, lowering himself down beside Mahri, still resting his back against the tree.
Karvier nods, "That I have. After a while it all became consistant though. It got boring and dull. Hope it won't be the same case."
You laughs and shakes his head. "That won't happen, trust me, I'll keep you on your toes."
Karvier can't help but to nod again, "I look forward to it. But I'm afraid I cannot do anything right now, got my hands tied in somthing else. See you around maybe."
You glances over at Mahri and lofts a brow. "Maybe... What an idiot.. Anyways, long time no see." He says aloud with a smile, resting his back against the tree.
Mahri snorts, raising her head in agreement. One paw crossed over the other as she shifted to get more comfortable on the ground. ~He seems..overly confident~ came the reply.
You nods in agreement. "You'll get no argument from me on that one, hell, I think I'd rather wipe the floor with him than teach him. Or do you think I should have let you and Mnementh eat him?" He laughs.
Mahri 's lip curls in what could be considered a grin of her own before she withdraws that silver gaze from the psion. ~I don't think he'd taste like chicken at all.~
You laughs yet again. "No, I think you're right, but if you ever do want to eat him, feel free." He grins right back at her.
Mahri 's sides shake, and if she was human, her laugh would ring out, soft and husky, into the quiet forest, breaking that serene silence. ~Ahh..you don't happen to have..clothes near here do you?~
You nods ever so slightly. "Yeah, I do, actually. One second." He rises up and walks towards one of the trees before nimbly climbing up the lowest vine. "You want me to drop some down for you? Or would you rather come up to get them, doesn't matter to me." He calls down to her.
Mahri eyes the vine dubiously, the raises her gaze up towards Portea as though to say 'yeah..right..and if you think I'm climbing that naked, you're nuts'. The answer that comes is sort of close ~Toss them.~
You laughs down at her before tossing down some clothes before disappearing back in the hideaway, giving her some privacy.
Mahri edges back into the shadows of the trees, and since the writer is short on time, the change is going to take a bit less than the usual ammount of time she gives such a painful experience, especailly when it's not aided by the phase of the moons. Some time later, a visibly pale Mahri emerges, fully clothed and finger-combing her ebon tresses, "Much better." Calling up the tree, she queries, "You wanna come down, or am I gonna come up!?"
You drops back down from the tree, landing near silently in a crouching position. "I guess I can come down." He replies as he straightens back up.
Mahri took a moment to admire the nimbleness of the psion before leaning against the tree, "By the way, I never properly introduced myself. I'm Mahri." Those eyes..how light they were still, so close to being actually silver in tone, danced with laughter. "If that...idjit had said much more, I don't think I could have stopped the wolf from biting him."
You extends his hand out towards Mahri and smiles. "Portea, a pleasure, Mahri." He replies softly, yet that enigma quality never fully leaves his voice.
Mahri takes Portea's hand in her own. Not hesitantly, but confidently and with a surprisingly strong grip, "I wouldn't say that as yet, you don't know me." she winks..yes, actually winks with that statement. The lycan was feeling playful? Heaven forbid!
You laughs and returns the firm handshake before letting his hand fall gently back to his side. "True, but I know enough to know that your sense of humor is in good order." He grins, arms folding across his chest as he leans against the try, enjoying the playfulness of it all.
Mahri blows a stray lock of hair out of her eyes, grinning back, making her features actually quite lovely, even if she didn't care for such opinions herself. "So, who was that..bird-man?"
You shrugs ever so slightly. "Some stray I seemed to pick up at the Tavern. He followed me here and, well, you saw the rest. Looks like I'm going to be teaching the twit...even if I want to teleport him to a different plane of existance and just leave him there to rot."
Mahri snickers, quite taken with that idea, "Ah, well. Perhaps his arrogance will deminish and he'll prove to be an apt pupil after all." Not that the lycan held out any hope of such.
You laughs and nods a little. "Maybe, or maybe I'll just let you eat him and see what he really does taste like." He replies with a smile.
Mahri sidles closer to the psion, maybe not as subtle as she would have liked, but then, she didn't think such a thing would work with Portea. Leaning closer, the woman takes a deep breath taking note of the psion's scent so she'd know him anywhere, or even, be able to find him. "Maybe.." she murmers, savoring the undertones of his scent. "You fly with dragons?"
You tilts his head a little just to keep his somber gaze locked on her, nodding at her question. "Yes, yes I do. I am the head of the Eldritch Eyrie. Mnementh, who I mentioned earlier, is my dragon."
Mahri nods, not having any real issues with dragons, save one, and only because she had encouraged Ahkall to eat the lycan. "What's it like? Up there?" she points to the sky.
You smiles softly and glances up towards the sky. "It's fun, exhilerating, and makes you feel kinda free." He replies calmly, his vaporous gaze coming back down to rest upon her.
Mahri shuffles a bit, scuffing a foot into the fallen leaves. "It sounds amazing, really." For such a usually uncouth female, her speach lacked nothing in correctness, something she'd taught herself over the years. Even if, through those long decades, she'd mostly been alone. It had seemed a good idea to spy through windows of schools. Once in a while, she'd slip, and revert to the provincial vernacular. Mostly though, when she was upset or overly excited about something.
You lofts a brow, the smile still not leaving his face. "Did you want to join the Eyrie, then?" He asks.
Mahri 's eyes widen in surprise and she gulps, "You mean..to fly? On a dragon?" Well, obviously since lycan's didn't have wings.
You laughs and nods. "Yes, to fly, you goof, though if you do want to join the Eyrie, it'd probably be best to get you either a new born hatchling or an egg. The bond will be stronger that way."
Mahri 's eyes get wide, probably from the thought of raising a dragon and being called a goof. "Raise...a dragon?" She'll let the name calling go for now, after all, Mahri found herself becoming rather fond of the psion. "I have never raised anything in my life." That wasn't later butchered for food anyway.
You nods, still laughing a little. "I'm sure you'll do fine, besides, I'll be able to help you out. I mean, I did raise Mnementh, after all." He replies calmly, smiling at the memory.
Mahri eyes Portea in a not so bad way. More of the thoughtful kind, "Alright. I think I might be able to do that." Imagine, a lycan riding a dragon. What was the world coming to?
You pauses for a moment to try and think of where to find either of the two things he mentioned. "Hmm, looks like you are now a part of the Eyrie. Now to find that new hatchling or egg..."
Mahri bounces, like an excited puppy about to go on her first hunt, "Where can I buy one?"
You can't help but laugh at how excited she is, though it is a very good sign. "Well, I kinda got mine through sheer luck... So I don't know if we even can buy one. But, we can go hunting for them, if you'd like. Any preference on the type of dragon or anything like that?" He replies with a smile, quite enjoying this.
Mahri thinks a moment, actually giving this some consideration. To facilitate the process, the lycan begins to pace, "White." She answers finally.
You takes a moment to visualize the geography before nodding. "Alright, let's go get cold." He replies with a grin before heading off in a northwesterly direction.
Mahri hesitates, then shrugs, following along easily enough. Cold didn't sound all to exciting to her, but if need be, she can shift to the wolf.
Mahri stares at the rabbits, wondering if they'd be too scrawny to eat. Already the cold was getting to her, what with the teeth chattering and the stamping of bare feet to get circulation moving in them. "How m-m-much f-f-further." she manages the stutter out, soon after blowing a warm breath or two into cupped hands.
You stops as he hears the chattering, turning to face her. "It could be a ways, yet. We'll look for a place to get you something warmer to wear first, though. Come here." He replies, holding one arm out to wrap around her shoulders.
Mahri isn't about to be picky about where she gets warm and snuggles herself under Portea's arm. "Th-th-that m-might be a g-good idea." she says, smiling up at him. Oh dear..a snuggling Mahri? Things were getting stranger. Maybe it was the elevation. Or, she really was cold and knew that the offered body-heat was just that, an offer of comfort and nothing more...maybe.
You nods slightly, laughing softly to himself before taking advantage of the contact, making it feel as though actual heat was radiating out from the points of contact via his psionic prowess. "This'll keep you feeling warm until you get some warmer clothing, but it isn't completely real." He explains as he starts walking towards their destination.
Mahri doesn't care if it's real or not, it felt like heaven and the sigh she releases says as much. Keeping close, Mahri follows, hoping it isn't far.
You stops as the pass the local clothing merchant and walks up to her. "Take your pick, my treat." He says to Mahri, knowing that she doesn't have anything on her by way of money, considering she is wearing his clothes.
Mahri opens her mouth to protest, only to snap it shut again. It doesn't take her long before she is pointing to a White-Leather Bodice, White Pants, White Gloves and White-Leather Boots. The last reluctantly and only because it ws getting hard to feel her toes. "You understand, I'll pay you back, your treat or not." Somehow..
You laughs softly and shrugs. "If you say so." He replies before nodding to the merchant and handing her the correct amount of coinage. "Hope they help." He nods towards the dark-blue cloak, getting that for himself, figuring that it couldn't hurt, and that it was close enough to black for him.
Mahri gathered the purchases that she would wear, and without so much as a by-your-leave, strips out of the borrowed clothes and into the much warmer ones. The white garments contrast sharply with the ebony hair that spills down over her shoulders. Though her complexion is light, the snowy shade makes her skin seem porcelin, and the silvery eyes almost colorless. Much warmer now, Mahri turns, stumbling a bit, not used to the boots on her feet, towards Portea, "Well, I think this will do." She pulls the hood up to cover the blue-black hair. Now, she'd blend right in to the snow.
You averts his gaze as she strips down, having too much respect for her to try and steal a glance. "Shall we go hunting, now?" He inquires with a smile, selling the old clothes just so he won't have to carry anything extra.
Mahri grins back, "Nothing I love to do more," she says. The courtesy was noted, and for that, Mahri's esteem of the man rose another notch.
You smiles and nods before heading off towards the west once more. "Glad you decided to join the Eyrie." He comments randomly.
Mahri watches the exiting form that was Portea, a considering look in her eyes, "Me too.." she murmers, more to herself than so that he could hear.
Mahri pulls both the cloak and the hood tighter around her slender body. Her teeth aren't chattering anymore, but she was getting tired of falling due to her clumsiness in the new boots. Muttering under her breath, the lycan stairs up at the sky, blinking as the snow begins to come down heavier. It was an astounding thing to actually see her breath, the vapor billowing from between her slightly parted lips. Looking back down, she lifts her lashes just enough to watch Portea. The man was, to put it mildly, facinating.
You stops quite suddenly as he senses a certain presence up ahead, crouching down ever so slightly he motions for Mahri to join him. "We're definitely in the right area... But I must warn you, if we don't find some that is away from an adult, this could get dangerous... But, from what I can tell, there's one that probably got lost a little ways up ahead." He says softly, yet that ever present enigma quality in his voice insures its arrive to her ears, even through the magically augmented heavy snowfall.
Mahri 's eyes travel from the crouching Portea to the area he indicates ahead. Crouching, she half-crawls to his position, coming up beside him to peer around, squinging into the swirling snowfall, "Where" She asks, just as hushed. Except that because she is right next to him, Portea should be able to hear the lycan.
You nods up ahead of them. "A little ways to the north, and I have a feeling that the weather is going to get worse the closer we get... since it's one of the adults that is creating it." He replies quietly, starting to creep further into the chaos.
Mahri huffs slightly, stalking after Portea as quietly as possible.
Mahri said to you, "*in a hushed whisper* I hope it's a baby and alone. I don't think I want to tangle with something that can produce weather like this."
You laughs softly to himself, his eyes flickering skyward just long enough to catch the passing glimpse of something bronze overhead, reassuring him of Mnementh's continuous presence. "The baby is really close, let's start searching around this area. Just remember, you have to be the one to approach it, that initial bond is important." He whispers back.
Mahri blew against her gloved hands one more time before nodding. "Right..I approach it and..what..snatch it up and run like hell?" The idea had appeal, but it felt like there should be something more.." Do you have food? Meat of some sort?"
You grins, holding his hand out before a piece of raw meat falls into it. ~Thank you, Mnementh.~ He projects to his bronze companion before smiling at Mahri. "Here you go, hopefully the baby will be attracted to the smell, making this even faster. And take your time, offer the meat and try to get it to warm up to you. You being in the all white might help a little, but who knows." He replies, confident in her abilities.
Mahri takes the meat, uncaring if blood stains the gloves that warm her hands. She can always get another pair. Actually, she kinda liked them, the boots too, just not as much. "Alright. Lets get to it then." Excetment ran high, making the silver eyes glow with an almost feral light. Creeping forward, Mahri keeps an eye out for the parent of the hatchling, and another for the hatchling itself.
Mahri ^excitment.
You follows a little behind her, wanting to make sure that Mahri is the first thing the baby sees, along with the meat. All the while he tries to zero in on the mental activity of the hatchling, trying to find it faster.
Mahri edges forward, making a path through the thigh-high snow, grateful now for the warmer coverings. The crunch of snow alerted the lycan to something else being in the area. Paushing, her nose twitches, scenting the air, even as it blows bitterly against her, trying to batter the woman into the snow covered ground. Leaning forward, Mahri peers into the swirling snow, catching a shadow moving as slowly as she is. Mahri waits, letting the smallish figure become clearer as it gets closer. Soon, it's no longer a shapless blob. The shadow becomes clearer, taking the shape of a young dragon. WIth her breath caught in her throat, Mahri stares wide-eyed at the baby dragon. She nearly blended in with the snow, all white except for the slight tint of ice-blue around the edges of her scales. Closer it came, maybe scenting the wolf and the near frozen bit of meat she carried. The closer it came, the stiller Mahri got until she was crouching, chest high in the snow, and simply waiting for it to come closer. Eventually,
she'd croon softly, "Come here, little one." Extending the gloved hand, the meat resting in the palm, Mahri coaxes, "See what I have?" So entranced was she, that she forgot to keep a look out for the mother of the hatchling.
You can't help but smile as he watching Mahri befriend the little hatchling, though he, on the other hand, isn't so entraced as to keep a look out. And thankfully for both of them, Mnementh spotted the over protective mother a long ways off. ~Get out of there, now.~ The bronze dragon projects into the psion's mind. "Time to go, Mahri, feed your new friend on the move." He says just loud enough for her to hear, trying to think of how to get them out of there as fast as possible. ~Can you carry all of us?~ He asks Mnementh, who merely starts to swoop down, landing a little ways off, as if saying 'of course'.
Mahri glances over her shoulder curiously. Confused for just a moment until she remembers..mommy. The little dragon, she'd yet to find out her name, though she did know it was a girl. "Oh, of course." Just as the baby snags the meat, Mahri is scooping her up, pushing backwards through the trail she'd made. Turning around would take too long anyway. The dragon was surprisingly warm, or maybe it shouldn't have been so surprising, really, given the environment it comes from, "Come along, little love." she crooned, already half in love with the dragon, "It's time to go home." With a full belly and sleepy eyes, the hatching snuggles against Mahri. When she reaches Portea, the lycan grins with self-pride to him. "Thank you." is all she says before glancing at the waiting bronze. "Is that our ride?"
You nods with a smile as he leads the way over to Mnementh. "You're welcome, and yes, this is Mnementh. Time to show you the Eyrie. We'll get you and your new friend a room there." He replies before helping her up onto the bronze's back, following quickly after. As soon as they are astride him, Mnementh's powerful wings thrust downward with enough force to send them rocketing skyward and off towards the Eyrie, away from the mother.
Mahri laughs in delight, shouting really, as they take off. The force of the take off has her pressed back against Portea and the baby dragon is clutched tightly against herself. Luckily enough, not once does the youngling open her eyes, even if Mahri wanted to see them again. Their ice-blue depths holding something that the lycan wanted to explore, an intelligence that demaded respect and stimulation. She had a distinct feeling that this was going to be an interesting adventure, and the longest commitment she'd ever made in her life. Calling over the wind, Mahri made a suggestion, "How about something warm to eat and a drink first?" Her stomach rumbled in agreement, which had the dragon's maw parting wide on a yawn and blinking sleepily up at Mahri. Her tail wrapped itself around the lycan's waist.
You chuckles softly and shrugs. "If we have to stop, it'd probably be best to be further away from the mother, but even then I wouldn't recommend it, due to the presence of the hatchling, unless you feel she won't be a problem. Where did you have in mind?" He replies over the rushing wind as his bronze companion continues to carry them onward.
Mahri relaxed against Portea, squinting her eyes against the force of the wind, "Ah..somewhere close, unless you have food at the Eyrie."
You is forced to laugh yet again, letting her get comfortable. "We have just about everything you're likely to need at the Eyrie. It has to have the means of accomodating the permenent residents, after all." He replies, though he ultimately leaves the decision up to her.
Mahri lets her eyes close fully, enjoying the ride, well, getting used to it actually. "Eyrie," she murmers softly, sure that even with the wind whistling, he'll hear her.
You relaxes as well, just letting Mnementh take them to the Eyrie. Which rapidly starts to draw nearer and nearer, until they arrive at the spire itself, the great bronze dragon slipping inside elegantly before taking them to a room suited to their newest additions. "Here we are." He says quietly as he slides down off of Mnementh, offering to help the lycan and her new hatchling.
Mahri 's eyes flutter open as her back-rest was suddenly gone. Sitting up a bit straighter, the lycan pushes the hood off, once more exposing her ebony hair. "Oh.." she says, a bit disoriented before swinging one leg over the bronze. Holding the baby..~sora~ slips into her mind at that moment and Mahri's brow furrows. The voice was a soft purr in her mind. "I guess her name is Sora." she mentions off-handedly before offering a hand to Portea, the other clinging to Sora protectively. "Do they all do that so young? Speak mind-to-mind?" Actually, she wasn't exactly sure how old the hatchling was.
You smiles, glad that she got one that has that ability. "No, not all dragons do that, so you should consider yourself lucky. And feel free to do just about anything you want with your room. There's plenty of room for when Sora is fully grown, trust me." He replies with a grin.
Mahri took a moment to look around the room, astonished at the sheer vastness of the room, "It's..huge." she says in quiet awe. It was almost like being in her forests. If, that is, it didn't have walls and a roof.
You laughs, shrugging off his cloak and setting it aside for the moment. "It'll get used, trust me. Oh, one more thing, sort of a requirement for being in the Eyrie... You're ok with me entering your mind, right? Mainly just to issues commands and such during flight, it makes everything so much easier."
Mahri chuckled then, shaking her head at the question, "Of course I don't mind." And, why would she knowing how often the wolf had invaded his to voice her opinion. Mahri should have been startled by such politeness, but she'd come to expect it from Portea. Settling Sora on the floor of the cavernous room, she watched as the sleepy dragon waddled towards the bronze, squaking and trilling softy at him. Assuming this was some sort of dragon-speak, Mahri watches the youngling intently, fighting the urge to scoop her back up and out of reach of the grown dragon's maw or claws.
You grins at Sora's antics, flashing a smile at the lycan before reassuring her. "He won't hurt her, don't worry." And with that, Mnementh leans his head down to gently nuzzle the little hatchling.
Mahri casts a look that said, "Yeah..right." Much like the one the wolf had sent him when he asked about going up to his hidey-hole. It wasn't until Mnamenth nuzzled Sora that Mahri relaxed, "You said something about food?"
You nods absentmindedly, almost as if sending a command to someone. "Yeah, it'll be here shortly." He replies quietly, and is quickly proven right as someone arrives with a platter full of food. "Just set it over there and get back to your duties." The psion comments quietly, though he makes sure that the person knows he's grateful.
Karvier csoff in disguest at the mans remark, "Who are you to say that I have no use of it? You haven't seen what I've done, what I'm capable of. My deepes regrets for saying such, but you yourself don't seem that keen in the ways of psionics if you can't tell." A slight smug look appears upon his visage as he slowly slips into a darker stage of himself. Karvier takes a look at the wolf that appeared, sensing the mind power from the beast, he knows she is no ordinary wolf, oh yes, he knows its true nature. "You can get out of your wolf form now if you have the cabability to change at will."
You just laughs and rolls his eyes. "You just said it was locked away where you can't even use it, you fool. Next time think before you speak, it just might get you some added respect around these parts. Now, did you follow me wanting a teacher or an enemy, because I could easily be either one of those. The choice is yours, but you'll have to earn the former." He replies with a grin, his somber gaze falls upon the familiar wolf, whom he merely nods to.
Mahri does the wolf equivalent of an eye roll, yawning hugely and stretching out, folding her paws as she lays down and resting her chin on them. The part of her brain that is aware sends a silent message Portea, the tone bored, and if the other is as powerful as he claims, he just might pick up on it. ~Is this one for real? Can I eat him~ The alpha was hungry, but..just maybe not quite that hungry.
Karvier makes a tisk sound from rubbing his tongue behind closed teeth, "I mearly said that more power rested inside me. I never said all of it. I have only been able to uncover a select bit of it, that is true. But with the time and training that I have sent forth into unlocked it was unbearable. They said it would be hard for someone without natural psion abilities to unlock theirs, and they said something simular to what you did; that I have great potential in becoming a very powerful psion. But since I had... other powers by that time, I was able to increase my ability in them with their training aswell." He looks to the wolf and chuckles "Portea, that's a lovely name." he starts slipping back into his normal state, calming down and releasing himself of any boredum or anger. "And no, you cannot eat me." He says again, being able to pick up on the psionic waves traveling through the air.
Karvier oocly takes the name thing awy, wtf.. should have picked up on that lmao
You laughs yet again, this time at the combination of Mahri wanting to eat the avian, and the wannabe psion trying to preach psionics to him. "I never said you had great potential, or that you would ever become a powerful psion, much less a very powerful one. I said it was possible that you had -some- potential, but no definite confirmation, yet. Now then, you failed to answer my question yet again. Which tempts me to say yes to my lovely friend over there, not to mention my bronze friend that you have yet to meet." The psions soft voice seems to echo throughout the woods, pulsing with a strange underlying, yet restrained, power.
Mahri chuffed, almost disappointed at not being allowed, yet, to eat the bird-man. What a strange combination? He almost smelled good enough to chomp on anyway. Stretching, her hind end reaching for the very tree-tops, Mahri gets up, wandering nonchalantly towards Portea to stand at his heel. This is a gesture of respect quite frankly, one she'd show any male who had the power and ability to best her in a fair fight. Gazing up at him, the wolf projects ~Is he a bird, or a man? Do you think feathers tickle when you swallow them?~ Genuine humor laces that mental voice, which is smooth as silk and warm as whisky.
Karvier yet again picks up on the mental waves of her voice, then looks around himself, only seeing feathers on his wings, "Unless you plan on eating my wings, that's all the feathers you'd get." He says in a joking manner. He then looks back to the psion, "Well, to someone odviously as powerful as you, I wouldn't compare to. But I choose not to fight, but in some cases I may deem it worthy. And I never said that you said -exactly- what they did! So far as your 'question' is concerned, I would have to see your powers to even know if you are as powerful as you say. Only then will I be able to impliment an action on friend or foe." he sighs heavily, "But in any case, you still have no idea..." He shakes his head shamefully.
You shrugs rather nonchalantly and smiles down at the lycan. "Not sure, do the feathers of a normal bird tickle when you swallow them?" He replies to her, his own tone laced with the same humor. "And just what kind of example are you expecting out of me? Why do you care so much about my opinion of how powerful you are? Honestly, my opinion shouldn't matter to you unless you actually are hoping to get a mentor here, in which case you're off to a rocky start."
Mahri shakes, hard, loose fur flying from the black wolf in answer. If it weren't for the fact that Mahri's traveling back was somewhere else, and she had failed to bury clothes near by, she would have shifted by now. ~So, ..is this some sort of Alpha thing you too got going on here?~ She didn't bother to direct the thought to one or the other and instead broadened it to include them both now. Silver eyes shimmer, surrounded by black fur, they might seem to be nearly colorless, with amusement. This was the most fun the lycan had had for a long time.
Mahri ooc back=pack..yup
Karvier gazes his own moonlit eyes to the wolf, "No, i'm just trying to prove him that I am not as weak as he thinks I am. But I could be wrong, which is a possibility. but a slim one at that." He looks to Portea, stretching his wings a bit the white feathers now a slightly dirty color from all the muck found in the forrest reaching down to a blackened tip reaching nearly a foot up. He closes them before the wolf would get any ideas running though her mind. "However you wish to demonstrate would be suffice."
You sighs, glancing around before pulling an eerie looking amulet out from beneath his shirt. "How about the fact that I got a necromancer to trap his own soul in this and give it to me? How's that for a demonstration, or would you rather have something more flashy and awe inspiring?" He responds, a slight note of humor hidden in his voice. "Besides, I didn't say you were weak, per se, just that you weren't exactly as powerful as you think, and that you still have much to learn. But guess what, we all have more to learn, that's one of the biggest things about being a psion, there's always more to learn." His voice loses some of the edge it had held before, now taking on more of a teaching type likeness as he waits for a response.
Karvier nods, "finally, we agree on something. But I know I have much to learn, I know we all have much to learn. But I'm sure the Psions of my land know a lot of what they were teaching me, training me how to use my mentality to get the better of another. If you were able to control a being, that does take a lot {and that person to go with it!}. But how do I know that it was you who made him do that?" he bows, "But enough of that dispute I shall like to get this feud over as quickly as possible, if you agree to help teach me more of the ways as a psion, I'll agree to keep my mouth shut and learn."
You shrugs ever so slightly. "It doesn't really matter whether you believe it was me or not, that is up to you to decide. I suppose I can be your mentor, but know that I won't exactly go easy on you most of the time." He replies calmly, slipping the amulet back beneath his shirt.
Karvier smirks, "Well, if you go easy, I'll never learn.It was always tough training back home... with the psions. Hard training and five hours of meditation a day. Reasoning for five is because I had to help boost my other power aswell. Which all helped greatly, although their rarely used."
You merely nods. "At least you've got some kind of discipline, that's more than I can say for a lot of people around here." He sighs softly, lowering himself down beside Mahri, still resting his back against the tree.
Karvier nods, "That I have. After a while it all became consistant though. It got boring and dull. Hope it won't be the same case."
You laughs and shakes his head. "That won't happen, trust me, I'll keep you on your toes."
Karvier can't help but to nod again, "I look forward to it. But I'm afraid I cannot do anything right now, got my hands tied in somthing else. See you around maybe."
You glances over at Mahri and lofts a brow. "Maybe... What an idiot.. Anyways, long time no see." He says aloud with a smile, resting his back against the tree.
Mahri snorts, raising her head in agreement. One paw crossed over the other as she shifted to get more comfortable on the ground. ~He seems..overly confident~ came the reply.
You nods in agreement. "You'll get no argument from me on that one, hell, I think I'd rather wipe the floor with him than teach him. Or do you think I should have let you and Mnementh eat him?" He laughs.
Mahri 's lip curls in what could be considered a grin of her own before she withdraws that silver gaze from the psion. ~I don't think he'd taste like chicken at all.~
You laughs yet again. "No, I think you're right, but if you ever do want to eat him, feel free." He grins right back at her.
Mahri 's sides shake, and if she was human, her laugh would ring out, soft and husky, into the quiet forest, breaking that serene silence. ~Ahh..you don't happen to have..clothes near here do you?~
You nods ever so slightly. "Yeah, I do, actually. One second." He rises up and walks towards one of the trees before nimbly climbing up the lowest vine. "You want me to drop some down for you? Or would you rather come up to get them, doesn't matter to me." He calls down to her.
Mahri eyes the vine dubiously, the raises her gaze up towards Portea as though to say 'yeah..right..and if you think I'm climbing that naked, you're nuts'. The answer that comes is sort of close ~Toss them.~
You laughs down at her before tossing down some clothes before disappearing back in the hideaway, giving her some privacy.
Mahri edges back into the shadows of the trees, and since the writer is short on time, the change is going to take a bit less than the usual ammount of time she gives such a painful experience, especailly when it's not aided by the phase of the moons. Some time later, a visibly pale Mahri emerges, fully clothed and finger-combing her ebon tresses, "Much better." Calling up the tree, she queries, "You wanna come down, or am I gonna come up!?"
You drops back down from the tree, landing near silently in a crouching position. "I guess I can come down." He replies as he straightens back up.
Mahri took a moment to admire the nimbleness of the psion before leaning against the tree, "By the way, I never properly introduced myself. I'm Mahri." Those eyes..how light they were still, so close to being actually silver in tone, danced with laughter. "If that...idjit had said much more, I don't think I could have stopped the wolf from biting him."
You extends his hand out towards Mahri and smiles. "Portea, a pleasure, Mahri." He replies softly, yet that enigma quality never fully leaves his voice.
Mahri takes Portea's hand in her own. Not hesitantly, but confidently and with a surprisingly strong grip, "I wouldn't say that as yet, you don't know me." she winks..yes, actually winks with that statement. The lycan was feeling playful? Heaven forbid!
You laughs and returns the firm handshake before letting his hand fall gently back to his side. "True, but I know enough to know that your sense of humor is in good order." He grins, arms folding across his chest as he leans against the try, enjoying the playfulness of it all.
Mahri blows a stray lock of hair out of her eyes, grinning back, making her features actually quite lovely, even if she didn't care for such opinions herself. "So, who was that..bird-man?"
You shrugs ever so slightly. "Some stray I seemed to pick up at the Tavern. He followed me here and, well, you saw the rest. Looks like I'm going to be teaching the twit...even if I want to teleport him to a different plane of existance and just leave him there to rot."
Mahri snickers, quite taken with that idea, "Ah, well. Perhaps his arrogance will deminish and he'll prove to be an apt pupil after all." Not that the lycan held out any hope of such.
You laughs and nods a little. "Maybe, or maybe I'll just let you eat him and see what he really does taste like." He replies with a smile.
Mahri sidles closer to the psion, maybe not as subtle as she would have liked, but then, she didn't think such a thing would work with Portea. Leaning closer, the woman takes a deep breath taking note of the psion's scent so she'd know him anywhere, or even, be able to find him. "Maybe.." she murmers, savoring the undertones of his scent. "You fly with dragons?"
You tilts his head a little just to keep his somber gaze locked on her, nodding at her question. "Yes, yes I do. I am the head of the Eldritch Eyrie. Mnementh, who I mentioned earlier, is my dragon."
Mahri nods, not having any real issues with dragons, save one, and only because she had encouraged Ahkall to eat the lycan. "What's it like? Up there?" she points to the sky.
You smiles softly and glances up towards the sky. "It's fun, exhilerating, and makes you feel kinda free." He replies calmly, his vaporous gaze coming back down to rest upon her.
Mahri shuffles a bit, scuffing a foot into the fallen leaves. "It sounds amazing, really." For such a usually uncouth female, her speach lacked nothing in correctness, something she'd taught herself over the years. Even if, through those long decades, she'd mostly been alone. It had seemed a good idea to spy through windows of schools. Once in a while, she'd slip, and revert to the provincial vernacular. Mostly though, when she was upset or overly excited about something.
You lofts a brow, the smile still not leaving his face. "Did you want to join the Eyrie, then?" He asks.
Mahri 's eyes widen in surprise and she gulps, "You mean..to fly? On a dragon?" Well, obviously since lycan's didn't have wings.
You laughs and nods. "Yes, to fly, you goof, though if you do want to join the Eyrie, it'd probably be best to get you either a new born hatchling or an egg. The bond will be stronger that way."
Mahri 's eyes get wide, probably from the thought of raising a dragon and being called a goof. "Raise...a dragon?" She'll let the name calling go for now, after all, Mahri found herself becoming rather fond of the psion. "I have never raised anything in my life." That wasn't later butchered for food anyway.
You nods, still laughing a little. "I'm sure you'll do fine, besides, I'll be able to help you out. I mean, I did raise Mnementh, after all." He replies calmly, smiling at the memory.
Mahri eyes Portea in a not so bad way. More of the thoughtful kind, "Alright. I think I might be able to do that." Imagine, a lycan riding a dragon. What was the world coming to?
You pauses for a moment to try and think of where to find either of the two things he mentioned. "Hmm, looks like you are now a part of the Eyrie. Now to find that new hatchling or egg..."
Mahri bounces, like an excited puppy about to go on her first hunt, "Where can I buy one?"
You can't help but laugh at how excited she is, though it is a very good sign. "Well, I kinda got mine through sheer luck... So I don't know if we even can buy one. But, we can go hunting for them, if you'd like. Any preference on the type of dragon or anything like that?" He replies with a smile, quite enjoying this.
Mahri thinks a moment, actually giving this some consideration. To facilitate the process, the lycan begins to pace, "White." She answers finally.
You takes a moment to visualize the geography before nodding. "Alright, let's go get cold." He replies with a grin before heading off in a northwesterly direction.
Mahri hesitates, then shrugs, following along easily enough. Cold didn't sound all to exciting to her, but if need be, she can shift to the wolf.
Mahri stares at the rabbits, wondering if they'd be too scrawny to eat. Already the cold was getting to her, what with the teeth chattering and the stamping of bare feet to get circulation moving in them. "How m-m-much f-f-further." she manages the stutter out, soon after blowing a warm breath or two into cupped hands.
You stops as he hears the chattering, turning to face her. "It could be a ways, yet. We'll look for a place to get you something warmer to wear first, though. Come here." He replies, holding one arm out to wrap around her shoulders.
Mahri isn't about to be picky about where she gets warm and snuggles herself under Portea's arm. "Th-th-that m-might be a g-good idea." she says, smiling up at him. Oh dear..a snuggling Mahri? Things were getting stranger. Maybe it was the elevation. Or, she really was cold and knew that the offered body-heat was just that, an offer of comfort and nothing more...maybe.
You nods slightly, laughing softly to himself before taking advantage of the contact, making it feel as though actual heat was radiating out from the points of contact via his psionic prowess. "This'll keep you feeling warm until you get some warmer clothing, but it isn't completely real." He explains as he starts walking towards their destination.
Mahri doesn't care if it's real or not, it felt like heaven and the sigh she releases says as much. Keeping close, Mahri follows, hoping it isn't far.
You stops as the pass the local clothing merchant and walks up to her. "Take your pick, my treat." He says to Mahri, knowing that she doesn't have anything on her by way of money, considering she is wearing his clothes.
Mahri opens her mouth to protest, only to snap it shut again. It doesn't take her long before she is pointing to a White-Leather Bodice, White Pants, White Gloves and White-Leather Boots. The last reluctantly and only because it ws getting hard to feel her toes. "You understand, I'll pay you back, your treat or not." Somehow..
You laughs softly and shrugs. "If you say so." He replies before nodding to the merchant and handing her the correct amount of coinage. "Hope they help." He nods towards the dark-blue cloak, getting that for himself, figuring that it couldn't hurt, and that it was close enough to black for him.
Mahri gathered the purchases that she would wear, and without so much as a by-your-leave, strips out of the borrowed clothes and into the much warmer ones. The white garments contrast sharply with the ebony hair that spills down over her shoulders. Though her complexion is light, the snowy shade makes her skin seem porcelin, and the silvery eyes almost colorless. Much warmer now, Mahri turns, stumbling a bit, not used to the boots on her feet, towards Portea, "Well, I think this will do." She pulls the hood up to cover the blue-black hair. Now, she'd blend right in to the snow.
You averts his gaze as she strips down, having too much respect for her to try and steal a glance. "Shall we go hunting, now?" He inquires with a smile, selling the old clothes just so he won't have to carry anything extra.
Mahri grins back, "Nothing I love to do more," she says. The courtesy was noted, and for that, Mahri's esteem of the man rose another notch.
You smiles and nods before heading off towards the west once more. "Glad you decided to join the Eyrie." He comments randomly.
Mahri watches the exiting form that was Portea, a considering look in her eyes, "Me too.." she murmers, more to herself than so that he could hear.
Mahri pulls both the cloak and the hood tighter around her slender body. Her teeth aren't chattering anymore, but she was getting tired of falling due to her clumsiness in the new boots. Muttering under her breath, the lycan stairs up at the sky, blinking as the snow begins to come down heavier. It was an astounding thing to actually see her breath, the vapor billowing from between her slightly parted lips. Looking back down, she lifts her lashes just enough to watch Portea. The man was, to put it mildly, facinating.
You stops quite suddenly as he senses a certain presence up ahead, crouching down ever so slightly he motions for Mahri to join him. "We're definitely in the right area... But I must warn you, if we don't find some that is away from an adult, this could get dangerous... But, from what I can tell, there's one that probably got lost a little ways up ahead." He says softly, yet that ever present enigma quality in his voice insures its arrive to her ears, even through the magically augmented heavy snowfall.
Mahri 's eyes travel from the crouching Portea to the area he indicates ahead. Crouching, she half-crawls to his position, coming up beside him to peer around, squinging into the swirling snowfall, "Where" She asks, just as hushed. Except that because she is right next to him, Portea should be able to hear the lycan.
You nods up ahead of them. "A little ways to the north, and I have a feeling that the weather is going to get worse the closer we get... since it's one of the adults that is creating it." He replies quietly, starting to creep further into the chaos.
Mahri huffs slightly, stalking after Portea as quietly as possible.
Mahri said to you, "*in a hushed whisper* I hope it's a baby and alone. I don't think I want to tangle with something that can produce weather like this."
You laughs softly to himself, his eyes flickering skyward just long enough to catch the passing glimpse of something bronze overhead, reassuring him of Mnementh's continuous presence. "The baby is really close, let's start searching around this area. Just remember, you have to be the one to approach it, that initial bond is important." He whispers back.
Mahri blew against her gloved hands one more time before nodding. "Right..I approach it and..what..snatch it up and run like hell?" The idea had appeal, but it felt like there should be something more.." Do you have food? Meat of some sort?"
You grins, holding his hand out before a piece of raw meat falls into it. ~Thank you, Mnementh.~ He projects to his bronze companion before smiling at Mahri. "Here you go, hopefully the baby will be attracted to the smell, making this even faster. And take your time, offer the meat and try to get it to warm up to you. You being in the all white might help a little, but who knows." He replies, confident in her abilities.
Mahri takes the meat, uncaring if blood stains the gloves that warm her hands. She can always get another pair. Actually, she kinda liked them, the boots too, just not as much. "Alright. Lets get to it then." Excetment ran high, making the silver eyes glow with an almost feral light. Creeping forward, Mahri keeps an eye out for the parent of the hatchling, and another for the hatchling itself.
Mahri ^excitment.
You follows a little behind her, wanting to make sure that Mahri is the first thing the baby sees, along with the meat. All the while he tries to zero in on the mental activity of the hatchling, trying to find it faster.
Mahri edges forward, making a path through the thigh-high snow, grateful now for the warmer coverings. The crunch of snow alerted the lycan to something else being in the area. Paushing, her nose twitches, scenting the air, even as it blows bitterly against her, trying to batter the woman into the snow covered ground. Leaning forward, Mahri peers into the swirling snow, catching a shadow moving as slowly as she is. Mahri waits, letting the smallish figure become clearer as it gets closer. Soon, it's no longer a shapless blob. The shadow becomes clearer, taking the shape of a young dragon. WIth her breath caught in her throat, Mahri stares wide-eyed at the baby dragon. She nearly blended in with the snow, all white except for the slight tint of ice-blue around the edges of her scales. Closer it came, maybe scenting the wolf and the near frozen bit of meat she carried. The closer it came, the stiller Mahri got until she was crouching, chest high in the snow, and simply waiting for it to come closer. Eventually,
she'd croon softly, "Come here, little one." Extending the gloved hand, the meat resting in the palm, Mahri coaxes, "See what I have?" So entranced was she, that she forgot to keep a look out for the mother of the hatchling.
You can't help but smile as he watching Mahri befriend the little hatchling, though he, on the other hand, isn't so entraced as to keep a look out. And thankfully for both of them, Mnementh spotted the over protective mother a long ways off. ~Get out of there, now.~ The bronze dragon projects into the psion's mind. "Time to go, Mahri, feed your new friend on the move." He says just loud enough for her to hear, trying to think of how to get them out of there as fast as possible. ~Can you carry all of us?~ He asks Mnementh, who merely starts to swoop down, landing a little ways off, as if saying 'of course'.
Mahri glances over her shoulder curiously. Confused for just a moment until she remembers..mommy. The little dragon, she'd yet to find out her name, though she did know it was a girl. "Oh, of course." Just as the baby snags the meat, Mahri is scooping her up, pushing backwards through the trail she'd made. Turning around would take too long anyway. The dragon was surprisingly warm, or maybe it shouldn't have been so surprising, really, given the environment it comes from, "Come along, little love." she crooned, already half in love with the dragon, "It's time to go home." With a full belly and sleepy eyes, the hatching snuggles against Mahri. When she reaches Portea, the lycan grins with self-pride to him. "Thank you." is all she says before glancing at the waiting bronze. "Is that our ride?"
You nods with a smile as he leads the way over to Mnementh. "You're welcome, and yes, this is Mnementh. Time to show you the Eyrie. We'll get you and your new friend a room there." He replies before helping her up onto the bronze's back, following quickly after. As soon as they are astride him, Mnementh's powerful wings thrust downward with enough force to send them rocketing skyward and off towards the Eyrie, away from the mother.
Mahri laughs in delight, shouting really, as they take off. The force of the take off has her pressed back against Portea and the baby dragon is clutched tightly against herself. Luckily enough, not once does the youngling open her eyes, even if Mahri wanted to see them again. Their ice-blue depths holding something that the lycan wanted to explore, an intelligence that demaded respect and stimulation. She had a distinct feeling that this was going to be an interesting adventure, and the longest commitment she'd ever made in her life. Calling over the wind, Mahri made a suggestion, "How about something warm to eat and a drink first?" Her stomach rumbled in agreement, which had the dragon's maw parting wide on a yawn and blinking sleepily up at Mahri. Her tail wrapped itself around the lycan's waist.
You chuckles softly and shrugs. "If we have to stop, it'd probably be best to be further away from the mother, but even then I wouldn't recommend it, due to the presence of the hatchling, unless you feel she won't be a problem. Where did you have in mind?" He replies over the rushing wind as his bronze companion continues to carry them onward.
Mahri relaxed against Portea, squinting her eyes against the force of the wind, "Ah..somewhere close, unless you have food at the Eyrie."
You is forced to laugh yet again, letting her get comfortable. "We have just about everything you're likely to need at the Eyrie. It has to have the means of accomodating the permenent residents, after all." He replies, though he ultimately leaves the decision up to her.
Mahri lets her eyes close fully, enjoying the ride, well, getting used to it actually. "Eyrie," she murmers softly, sure that even with the wind whistling, he'll hear her.
You relaxes as well, just letting Mnementh take them to the Eyrie. Which rapidly starts to draw nearer and nearer, until they arrive at the spire itself, the great bronze dragon slipping inside elegantly before taking them to a room suited to their newest additions. "Here we are." He says quietly as he slides down off of Mnementh, offering to help the lycan and her new hatchling.
Mahri 's eyes flutter open as her back-rest was suddenly gone. Sitting up a bit straighter, the lycan pushes the hood off, once more exposing her ebony hair. "Oh.." she says, a bit disoriented before swinging one leg over the bronze. Holding the baby..~sora~ slips into her mind at that moment and Mahri's brow furrows. The voice was a soft purr in her mind. "I guess her name is Sora." she mentions off-handedly before offering a hand to Portea, the other clinging to Sora protectively. "Do they all do that so young? Speak mind-to-mind?" Actually, she wasn't exactly sure how old the hatchling was.
You smiles, glad that she got one that has that ability. "No, not all dragons do that, so you should consider yourself lucky. And feel free to do just about anything you want with your room. There's plenty of room for when Sora is fully grown, trust me." He replies with a grin.
Mahri took a moment to look around the room, astonished at the sheer vastness of the room, "It's..huge." she says in quiet awe. It was almost like being in her forests. If, that is, it didn't have walls and a roof.
You laughs, shrugging off his cloak and setting it aside for the moment. "It'll get used, trust me. Oh, one more thing, sort of a requirement for being in the Eyrie... You're ok with me entering your mind, right? Mainly just to issues commands and such during flight, it makes everything so much easier."
Mahri chuckled then, shaking her head at the question, "Of course I don't mind." And, why would she knowing how often the wolf had invaded his to voice her opinion. Mahri should have been startled by such politeness, but she'd come to expect it from Portea. Settling Sora on the floor of the cavernous room, she watched as the sleepy dragon waddled towards the bronze, squaking and trilling softy at him. Assuming this was some sort of dragon-speak, Mahri watches the youngling intently, fighting the urge to scoop her back up and out of reach of the grown dragon's maw or claws.
You grins at Sora's antics, flashing a smile at the lycan before reassuring her. "He won't hurt her, don't worry." And with that, Mnementh leans his head down to gently nuzzle the little hatchling.
Mahri casts a look that said, "Yeah..right." Much like the one the wolf had sent him when he asked about going up to his hidey-hole. It wasn't until Mnamenth nuzzled Sora that Mahri relaxed, "You said something about food?"
You nods absentmindedly, almost as if sending a command to someone. "Yeah, it'll be here shortly." He replies quietly, and is quickly proven right as someone arrives with a platter full of food. "Just set it over there and get back to your duties." The psion comments quietly, though he makes sure that the person knows he's grateful.