Death and Rebirth: Roleplay with TheNovaSwag #2

Chapter 51

N:   "I wonder too," Royal mumbled, staring at her food as she played with it with her fork before standing up, "well, no point wondering. I'll see if BE has any spare materials to protect the sprout otherwise I will just finish up England's workload." She took a pastry from the table, then walked out, "there's nothing to do in this damn place," she muttered before disappearing into the corridor.

Wales watched as she left and sighed, "maybe unnatural wasn't the right word," he pointed out, "anyway, you said something earlier about unique senses? What are they?"

M:   Esha felt bad that she may have made Royal uncomfortable, so when Wales changed the subject she gladly jumped on it.

"Well, for starters we can smell out precious minerals," she explained, leading them to the table so they could eat too, "if you're going to make your nest out of gold and gems then you'll need to be able to find them. For example, I can smell Rowen's charm that he always wears."

Rowen tilted his head and then took his ankh necklace.

"Yep, that tells me that your charm is made out of real gold and turquoise, I wouldn't have been able to smell it if it wasn't."

N:   Wales blinked when he saw Rowen's necklace, "you were able to smell that the entire time, and that," he pointed at the charm, "is beautiful. Esha, if hoarding is a lifelong behavior, isn't that distracting for you if you do hoard?"

M:   Esha shrugged, "eh, you get used to it after a while, as you grow older you learn to ignore the impulses. You can typically satisfy the cravings with something you just collect for fun. I have a collection of bird feathers back in my cave, that has helped me with my hoarding problems."

Esha then itched her face with her wing claws and that made Mandoria ask, "Do you ever use your wings as an extra pair of arms?"

"Sometimes, though they aren't as developed as my hands so I can only pick up small-ish objects." She proved her point by picking up her water glass with her wing and taking a sip out of it, then she grabbed Wales's wing and spread it out slightly, "I admit though that you're wings are awfully small for your size, yes your breed has smaller wings than most but yours are kind of runty. I wonder if you didn't get enough heat before you hatched, that usually leads to such birth defects."

"I don't think Wales hatched," Rowen pointed out, "that just sounds wrong in so many ways."

N:   "I agree," Wales frowned, pulling his wing out of Esha's grasp and drawing them to himself, "The last time I checked, my father isn't a dragon. Birth defect or not, at least I'm thankful I can fly, and I don't care if you have fancy wing claw/ hand thingies."

The country then just silently ate, scooting further away from the Eternal, although he muttered, "Just ... don't talk about my size," before going quiet again.

M:   Esha was also quiet for a moment, then shocked everyone by slamming her head on the table and shouting, "Why do I have to fucking hurt other people's feelings!"

"Woah, calm down Esha, you're going to give yourself a headache," Mandoria warned.

"Maybe it will knock some sense into me," She grumbled, "I've always been so goddamn blunt and never had a filter, why can't I just shut up!" She whacked her head again on the table and just lay there in frustration.

N:   "At least you're brutally honest," Wales spoke quietly, "there are people in this world who would sugarcoat the truth to suit the other person's interest. And don't worry, it's not the first time someone commented about my wings or my stature, it's just something I don't like talking about."