[ CLOSED ] Twisting, constricted

[blackscales]

WHO: Wrathion & Visitors
WHEN: April: Beastmaster's Arrival & Aftermath
WHERE: Ke-Waihu & then... the forests around Ke-Waihu. Cosy caves.
WHAT: Wrathion clocks the Beastmaster arriving and immediately Nopes Out. Plot here!
WARNINGS: Awkward cuddling huddled by a blanket ft UST in a cave.




As soon as the Beastmaster draws near to Ke-Waihu, Wrathion slinks from the village and takes flight through the forest. He can be seen, occasionally, flying over the tree-tops in the area being pursued by the Beastmaster's creatures. Those who know him well, or those good at following tracks, can find him hiding out in a cave avoiding them while he waits out the Beastmaster's powers fading.

Comments

[chosenbylight]

Anduin raises his eyebrows at Wrathion. What! He's just stating a fact! You may want to tease Hermione, but you will quickly become the butt of that joke, were you to actually possess such a thing. At least. He assumes so. Anduin himself certainly would.

He wrinkles his nose at the image, moving to take a bite of his rice ball as he does, settling himself more comfortably at Wrathion's side. It's nice -- to be able to relax and discuss such frankly ridiculous things in the company of people he enjoys. He frankly hasn't felt as though he has been able to relax in quite a long time now.

"For someone to then wear it on their head?" he asks. "After it's been a codpiece?" He makes a face, then glances at Hermione. "Are you telling us that you're still carrying that thing around to study it?"

This is an amused face, Hermione. A very fond, very amused face indeed.

[reparo]

It's oddly refreshing and sweet to observe, and see, this is exactly why she wouldn't duel Anduin for Wrathion's affections. It's much nicer to know they both happy, in this bleak and cursed place.

Except there's judgement in the tone of his voice when he asks if that's why she kept the codpiece, and she might reconsider. Violence could be the answer.

"When I'd have a moment - which hasn't happened much because everyone's reckless and dumb and needs a constant supply of healing potions!"

[blackscales]

Reckless and dumb! Wrathion narrows his eyes at that, then picks up a meat bun and throws it at Hermione.

Rude.

"Of course I'm quite sure Hermione has never performed a reckless act in her life," he says dryly. "Although she did briefly ask me if I could teach her to use a weapon."

Then, because he does actually want to eat something, he reaches to grab a rice ball to actually eat instead of pelt someone with.

[chosenbylight]

Anduin lets out the bright burst of a laugh as Wrathion throws his meat bun at Hermione -- no, he does not need to guess as to who she might have been referring to, with that reckless comment.

"Teach you to use a weapon?" he asks, glancing aside to raise his eyebrows at Hermione. He supposes that there could be worse weaponmasters to learn from than Wrathion, all things considered. "Which one? If you're looking to up your skills in archery, I may be a little rusty now but I used to be quite good. And -- well, I can do my best to instruct you about wielding a sword, although I will not claim to be an expert. Shalamayne is as much a symbol as it is a weapon."

[reparo]

Hermione has never played Quidditch in her life; Hermione lacks the hand-eye coordination to defend herself from the tossed bun, even if it is potentially not aimed at hitting her but for her to catch it. It still smacks her in the chin, and lands promptly in her lap, while she gives Wrathion her withering indignation.

"They're for me as well, yes." Look, she's a Gryffindor. It comes with reckless bravery - mostly it comes with her impulsivity.

Not impulsive, however, was her request to learn how to use a weapon. Since the conversation comes back to it, she sighs and answers. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, Anduin, but to up those skills, I'd have to have them. Some people implied that I should pick up some non-magical combat skills..."

Maybe it's time for her to study the blade.