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Haviah / Re: Heirlooms [Solo]
« on: August 28, 2017, 02:58:23 pm »
Gwyn made her way to the building for the Department of Science and Medicine. She held tightly to the envelope. In order to be sure nothing happened to the parchment, she had put the letter back in the envelope and made her way directly to the DoSaM.
Luckily, she had a friend in the department, so she was able to get quick results without having to wait her turn. She handed the letter over to her friend, who disappeared into the lab.
After about fifteen minutes, Gwyn got the letter back, along with a report on it. It was authentic. Approximately 5000 years old, and written by Captain Celegwen Perkhimote, a female Elf captain of the ancient Adelan Dragonriders. She was relatively famous for being married to her shape-shifting dragon partner.
"So, that means the map is authentic," Gwyn said quietly.
"As far as I can tell," Fretollo said, his thin lips turning upward. "This is one of my more interesting cases. Keep me posted?"
She smiled. "Thanks, Ret," she said, running out the door. A Stage 5 Pilot Candidate leapt out of her way with wide eyes, and she glanced back, waving her apology. Of course the Pilot Candidate would never say anything of it, but Gwyn never believed in using her rank to gain special treatment from anyone.
The Pilots were celebrities in Aedolis, but Gwyndolenn preferred to keep more to herself. She was commonly in the public eye and never turned away anyone who wanted to talk to her, but she was a private woman in general.
She maneuvered her way through the buildings and stood on her aerie, extremely high up. Gwyn stood on the edge of the platform and whistled loudly. The dark sky was a wonderful shelter for a black dragon, and the only way Gwyn could tell he was coming was the silver stripe down his back. He was a freedom-loving dragon, which made his flights commonly interspersed with aerial tricks.
Vendremdirr was rather large for the Aedolian dragons, creating a significant wind with his great wingspan wings. He flew beneath her aerie, and she dropped onto his back, fixing herself on his back. "Your landing was sloppy," he grumbled.
"You're grumpy tonight," she said.
He grinned a toothy grin, climbing into the air. What is troubling you, child? He asked telepathically.
We need to find somewhere to talk, she replied.
Luckily, she had a friend in the department, so she was able to get quick results without having to wait her turn. She handed the letter over to her friend, who disappeared into the lab.
After about fifteen minutes, Gwyn got the letter back, along with a report on it. It was authentic. Approximately 5000 years old, and written by Captain Celegwen Perkhimote, a female Elf captain of the ancient Adelan Dragonriders. She was relatively famous for being married to her shape-shifting dragon partner.
"So, that means the map is authentic," Gwyn said quietly.
"As far as I can tell," Fretollo said, his thin lips turning upward. "This is one of my more interesting cases. Keep me posted?"
She smiled. "Thanks, Ret," she said, running out the door. A Stage 5 Pilot Candidate leapt out of her way with wide eyes, and she glanced back, waving her apology. Of course the Pilot Candidate would never say anything of it, but Gwyn never believed in using her rank to gain special treatment from anyone.
The Pilots were celebrities in Aedolis, but Gwyndolenn preferred to keep more to herself. She was commonly in the public eye and never turned away anyone who wanted to talk to her, but she was a private woman in general.
She maneuvered her way through the buildings and stood on her aerie, extremely high up. Gwyn stood on the edge of the platform and whistled loudly. The dark sky was a wonderful shelter for a black dragon, and the only way Gwyn could tell he was coming was the silver stripe down his back. He was a freedom-loving dragon, which made his flights commonly interspersed with aerial tricks.
Vendremdirr was rather large for the Aedolian dragons, creating a significant wind with his great wingspan wings. He flew beneath her aerie, and she dropped onto his back, fixing herself on his back. "Your landing was sloppy," he grumbled.
"You're grumpy tonight," she said.
He grinned a toothy grin, climbing into the air. What is troubling you, child? He asked telepathically.
We need to find somewhere to talk, she replied.