Week four

[letsplayamod]

Two more of your fellow gods, your companions, your friends, have met their end together. As you turn in for the night, and a new week dawns upon you, it's starting to be a bitter experience. Just how much of this will you be forced to take?

But all isn't just despair. The morning is brighter than the last. The storm clouds that previously plagued almost every day have dissipated, and this week brings plenty of sun and a friendlier breeze. Not to mention, another floor of this strange temple has revealed itself. Whatever lies within is your domain, not Typhon's. Keep it tight in your grasp, because you never know when you'll lose it.

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Quark's Bar

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statue time

[markofnobility]

[ consistant as a clock Ferdinand is very easy to find. This time of day sees him doing his own feeding: of Derick, specificly. So he's out in the open of the outdoor area, tossing the wyvern bloody scraps and laughing as Derick swoops to catch them midair]

As skilled as ever!

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark will just invite himself over, then, standing next to Ferdinand and folding his arms, tilting his head back to watch the Wyvern fly]

You know, I've been to some pretty far reaches of space, but I don't think I've ever seen anything like that.

[markofnobility]

Really, nothing even close?

[That sounds so strange to Ferdinand]

[latinumsbetter]

Nope. I mean, maybe there's something like this out there in the universe, but nowhere I know of.

[markofnobility]

Then you have not had the chance to see the beauty of them in the wild. In the winter they fly over Aegir towards the sea on their migrations... Such a sight as dozens of massive creatures flying in formation... it inspires in ways few things can.

[latinumsbetter]

I'll have to take your word for it.

[anyway, as for what he's really here for--]

Hey, you got a minute when you're done here? I could use a hand with something.

[markofnobility]

[It's a good thing Quark redirects him, because he was this close to getting a lecture about wyvern domestication]

A hand? Of course, just let me wash up. He's had the bulk of his breakfast already.

[He whistles Derick down to give him the last few treats, giving his horns a few rubs before making his way to the temple to take care of the bits of blood on his hands]

[latinumsbetter]

Thanks. [he watches Ferdie interact with Derick, and watches Derick fly off again, contemplatively, before he's turning to follow him in. He jogs a bit to catch up]

Say, here's a question. How hard is it to learn to ride one of those things?

[markofnobility]

Just ride? Hm. Harder than a horse but not unmanageable, assuming it is already trained. We had flying lessons in the Officer's Academy, so even a teenager could do so with time.

Battle is different of course, but when is it ever not?

[latinumsbetter]

It usually is.

How hard is learning to ride a horse? Just for comparison's sake. [he has also never ridden a horse]

[markofnobility]

Very easy!

[ spoilers: Ferdinand's idea of what is "easy" may be colored by having a natural boon in horseback riding.]

The horse does most of the work. I would not try to ride the horses in the stables yet, but I could probably get you on Liora if you were curious.

[ said as he walks into the bathroom and sets to washing up]

[latinumsbetter]

[er.] I think I'll pass.

I was just thinking of some people that would find them very interesting.

[markofnobility]

[ he snickers slightly at that- it doesn't surprise him at all. He can picture the horse shifting wrong and Quark yelling that high pitched scream of his and - WHOOSH - off into the woods they both go.]

Someone here or back in your home?

[latinumsbetter]

[he catches that snicker. That'll get a dry from Quark for it, but he'll let it go. They're both probably thinking the same thing on that one, to be honest.] Back home. They're fascinating creatures, I could certainly imagine several people wanting one.

[markofnobility]

[ several people, but not anyone specific. Hm. Ferdinand may be flippant with his own money, but he DID grow up in a port, after all. He tilts his head for Quark to lead the way to whatever task he had in mind as they talk]

Well, my father once told me that outside land there is no better investment than a good horse. She will pay for herself in labor quickly, and even kept as a hobby they are easy to maintan. Assuming one was well off enough to manage the space they need to graze, of course.

A man that can spare the land for a fine herd of horses shows himself as one who who is well in control of his means. Certainly not lacking for gold or respect.

[latinumsbetter]

S'that so. [he's going to definitely make a note of that] And what do they say about people who have something like Derick?

[markofnobility]

[ his chipper demenor darkens slightly]

Wyverns are for war. Expensive- they do not breed in captivity and only eat fresh meat. But no one would keep one for pleasure. A wyvern rider is only for killing

[ he shakes his head with a slight sigh. He loves Derick, but he knows exactly what the beast is for. What he is for, now.

Or was? He tries not to think about it]

But-! They are VERY good at it. If you know anyone with such a need.

[ being a solider was not a crime after all]

[latinumsbetter]

I'm pretty sure the Klingons would love them. Though you'd have a hard time fitting one on a ship, so they'd probably be mosty planet-side.

[he is glancing at him out of the corner of his eye, though. A wyvern rider is only for killing, huh?]

[markofnobility]

Indeed! They need wide free skies.

[ he turns, catching the glance and feeling too seen]

But I know you did not come to talk mounts. What can I do for you, my friend?

[latinumsbetter]

[He catches that subject change, and for now he'll go right along with it.]

There's this sculputure in Alex's room. He said that Clear made it, and that it was supposed to be him.

I figured...it won't do much good to sit in his room, it'd be better out here next to his statue.

[markofnobility]

Ah...

[Grief flickers on his face. Alex. Wendy. Clear- a young woman he would never meet. The weight of the weekend hits deep anytime he's not distracting himself. He nods]

Of course. It would only be proper.

[latinumsbetter]

Yeah. I thought so.

I figured beween the two of us, or mostly you, we could get it out there easily enough.

[markofnobility]

I AM very strong, after all.

[ It's nice though- there are others here just as strong or stronger than him in pure strength. Omega could probably pick it up one handed. But it's nice to be needed]

[latinumsbetter]

Strong enough to move this thing, at least. [There's a hint of amusement at the corner of his mouth]

If Alex and I could do it together, you should have no problem.

[markofnobility]

[He nods]

Let us go see this art.

[he must admit, even as sad as the reason is, he's curious]