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@soverlars [and she’s suddenly in a chair, gripping at her collar, her neck and her head.  she felt hot and nauseous at the same time, and it only worsened with the way her mouth watered.  the helper bot was only in more distress and that had caused her to snap.  whatever object she found,  it struck the robot hard.  leaving a a large crack upon its holographic face.  the screen glitching out before turning black completely]        i told you it’s fine..   [another thing to feel guilty over.   never was sigyn so violent towards the robots,     she was always smiling and having conversation with them as if they were real people.    a hand covers her eyes,  the pale skin of her forehead beading with sweat].     

@spacediva    [ before jackie could even open her mouth to offer sigyn some help—- the other girl was already on her knees and collecting her things. nothing of the brunette had dropped as the only thing on her person was her gym bag. ]  are you sure?  [  it’s a genuine concern because she swears it looks like the girl might cry.  brows would pitch together and a hand would grasp her by the shoulder and pull her into the nearest empty room.  ]   take a minute to breathe..  you look like you’re about to cry.  which again i’m sorry—-   i really wasn’t trying to run you over.  

@soverlars   [she didn’t know what was with today but the slightest inconvenience had her tearing up.  even when it was nothing more than an accident.  she exhales the breath she was holding in tight, falling to her knees before the helper bot which she thought was moving too slow could pick up the items dropped:  an assortment of data locked within a tablet like device,   one used for studying.   when they’re all gathered within her arms, she stands. and the helper bot’s expression could only be described as distressed,  muttering  the repetitive words within its programming ‘I am here to help’]           i’m fine—-

@crnaliyre [brown eyes have yet to lift from the holographic screen before her.  an assortments of words to which she would write down or rather type into a smaller device,  her helper bot was there, too.  holding up a plate of a meal that’s yet to be touched,   saved for the few obvious bites]     why?  

that’s fine,   i didn’t expect an answer yet anyways.    but i moreso came to check on you,   and see how you were handling all of this.

@crnaliyre  i don’t,      i am still waiting to tell my  father. 

@stoiqrc  a date..  [usually, sigyn would drop and forget whatever had her focus all in favor of knowing more.  but she didn’t.   there was only a slight raise of her brows and a glance before  the drusilla girl resumed to pick up a book,   scrolling through the hologram and returning it to its rightful place within the archive, those she did pick was given to the helper bot  next to her,  with big holographic eyes watching her every action.  ]     that’s nice,     hope you have fun

@spacediva    [sure,  the newfound demeanor took it by surprise but cyra was never one to take an attitude personal.   especially not one from sigyn of all people.   a sharp brow raises as she spectates the scene before her,  only then to be interrupted and of course reminded of her time crunch before class.   only then does she tilt her head with narrow eyes]    someone seems to know my schedule.    i’m not going,   i have a date    ..of sorts,   to attend to.   i will survive without literature

@stoiqrc   i am  [it might’ve been the baby, or the news of its existence or both that may have warrant her new attitude.  quick to be defensive,     and no longer eager to say more than two or three words.  old digital books are returned to the shelves and she falls into a small step to find the next,    one they will read after the holidays]     you’ll be late for you class, cyra     [the loose sleeve is pulled, staring at the watch on her hand]    three minutes 

@spacediva     wh—    [she was interrupted upon sigyn’s shoe being thrown right at her.   nonetheless,   she caught it,   god bless her quick reflexes.    she groans,   standing up from her previous position.   in truth,   she found the rock she sat on rather comfortable]   why are you  /barefoot?/   and i’m sure he’s fine      ..the cave is deep,   he’s not stupid enough to die in there.  and if he did?  who cares!   we can go back to crowne and tell everyone how brave he was and his memory will live on forever,   fly high ares     [did she want to go in there?   hell no.   she would be content walking right back to crowne and leaving ares to his own devices within the cave.   but now that sigyn insisted she go in after him,   she felt inclined to tag along    ..not without a warranted eye roll of course]    like hell am i staying out here by myself.   just     ..go,   i’m coming right behind you

@stoiqrc  ah.   [her hands lay on her hips,  foot (which lacked a shoe) tapping against the pavement.     those same arms would drop, swinging while a sputtering breath is made]    should we go in? no, that’s to dangerous. but what if he’s dead?!    (..)    i’m going in, hold my other shoe 

the idiot in the cave has the backpack of food,   so i guess we’re here to starve.   it would be more fun if he came out of the cave to tell us he found a lead     ..but i guess it’s better than going to class

not a million,   although that would be pretty cool.   give or take eleven thousand years if you want to be accurate      ..i can only imagine how big vessarion is,   in all of his glory.   [in truth,   he wouldn’t be as big as he imagined.  especially if he had been hiding in a cave all these years,   even before the zorrokans killed the last living dragons all those years ago.   once their arms lock with one another,  his hands slip into his pockets to preserve some warmth.  the bitter air was harsh on his lungs,  but he would suck it up merely because of her adamance on finding the legendary green fury sooner]   i mean,   i just have a knack for it.   i kind of had to learn about everything under the sun     ..especially considering it’s my family history.   also,   i like the ego boost when i correct our professors on the smallest things their studies have failed them.   i’m more of a fan of older history,   when the dragons flourished about and freely.

@crnaliyre wouldn’t that make this.. green fury a million years old?   [he seemed to know a lot about history,  especially ten thousand years before their births,  maybe even more.    it was more of an obligation, as it was for the rest of the students to learn about the origins of their nature and what had brought them to this very moment in time.   even if history wasn’t her forte,  there were certain moments that grabbed sigyn’s attention]    i think——  we’ll never find him walking this slow.  [ the cold is eager to bite at her hands as she reaches for him,  locking their arms and pulling him along.  her steps weren’t much but they had enough pace to make the two of them move just a tad bit quicker,  anything to get the speed going.   if morning existed,  and vessarion was still alive who was to say that there weren’t anymore dragons left in the world.         ..   and,  if there really was only two dragons left,  then how did they survive all this time]       do you like history?       you seem to know more than our own professors who’ve studied this for who knows how long.       (..)     knowing more suits you 

so     ..i’m taking that as a yes then.    [he’d call out to her,   despite her being not even ten feet ahead of him down the rigid path.   without even waiting an answer from the drusilla girl,   a soft chuckle pushes past his parted lips and into the cold air,  leaving a small cloud of warmth before his face as he proceeded to swiftly move down the path and resume his place right next to her.   it wasn’t everyday when someone,   especially those who aren’t accustomed to dragons,   agrees to go on an adventure to find one.    especially one of his caliber.   he knew it would be a rather lengthy trip as well,   and in the cold it surely was no help]    legend says    ..he has been around since the great beowulf dynasty.   it’s been told that he holds the name,   the green fury.    vessarion,   king aemond and queen leanna’s first born son’s mount      ..aegon,   the faceless king.    he hadn’t been seen or accounted for since queen nathalia beowulf’s reign,   just fell off the face of the earth.   if what they say is true,  and we do find him,   i think you and i should be pardoned from anymore history assignments.   that sounds like a good deal,   what do you think?

@stoiqrc  i .. was not, unfortunately.  my mother always taught me that kindness is a choice we make everyday..  i can be just as spiteful and cruel as anyone else yet i choose not to be.  in fact i can use my status as champion to belittle the rest which would be in my right because /i/ am champion and they are not (..)    but then we wouldn’t be so different. 

@spacediva     that’s unfortunate,   honestly.   but i suppose you were told kindness goes a long way

@stoiqrc  i get along with all of my peers,  it’s expected of me.

♡   only child (syndrome) of aphena swanne and oberon drusilla

@draqriys  the first to ever die by this sword was my brother.  [ and it will haunt him forever,   vaenerys blackmont was all he had wanted to be.  he was tall, and loved by women. a man that was skilled in combat——everything that was worthy of a king..      and yet the noble dragon lords chose raenor,  not him.     he liked to think that it was his greed that warranted vaemerys and early death,   but /he/ was the one that wielded the sword. and /he/ was the one that used it against him.   his youngest son will never know the true reasoning of his name.   he missed the little one, too]    It is not something I take pride in..  despite how glorious the history books make it seem,    I’d assume 

@chosear   i can agree with you on that much,  even as you laid cold in your grave,  countless of victories have been bestowed upon this very blade—-  from not only myself,  but those who weld her before i.   [while he had yet to think he had much in common with any of the elders,  besides argaene of course,  he could find some mutual bond with not only visenya,  but raenor too,  simply from the very sword that has been impressed upon each of their grasps.  once the sheathed sword is placed into his grasp once more,  he opts to carefully rest it along the table before them]   besides,   she is too much of a beauty to waste away in a sheath,  growing dusty from dormancy.

@draqriys   [daybreaker.  a sword he never imagined himself wielding until the very day he did.  a boy of three and ten. that was all he was.  yet he wielded the most infamous sword, and rode the deadliest of dragons.  he made houses..     and  he brung extinction to many others.   raenor finds no joy in that]    was, indeed..      [the blade is brought from out its sheath,  and the sun hits her like storm. it’s bright,     and he sees his reflection staring back at him  still young yet he knows he is much older than what is shown.  the corners of raenor’s lips twitch into a smile before she is put away again and finally he turns to face his descendant again]     i knew i was right to not have her buried with me, she is too much of a beauty to stay hidden with a rotting corpse——if that is what i still am, now