[post for falkor] calling for the good old days

[ice_white_lady]

She is calling again

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[9891_miles]

We're not sure what the luckdragon heard, but it's quite possible that he caught the calling, or had a strong intuition that someone was in need.

At any rate, his head peeks out from between two forlorn, snowy trees.

"Hello? Are you quite alright, Madam?"

Yes, this would be Falkor's bronze-bell voice, right there.

[ice_white_lady]

She looks up in surprise, because that voice was aloud and not human and the only other she knows like that is Cyril, but he would know on sight that she-

And then she sees Falkor and her eyes light. "You came," she says, and there is more relief than imperiousness in her voice. "Did you hear my call?"

[9891_miles]

"I guess you were lucky," the dragon replies. "I am Falkor. Are you alright?"

[ice_white_lady]

"Of course," she says, dismissively, though her expression is one of such relief that it belies that. She's glad, glad that she can still be heard, that someone listens. "I am Sybel, lady of Eld Mountain."

I am ice, I am untouchable.

[tricky_bowman]

Well, we're not sure if she's called him or not, but Tristan might be in the vicinity, one way or other, probably clearing a spot for the place he'll be building for Iskierka this summer.

It took him a while to get in the swing of things after his lady disappeared. Now he's back and active, and humming in the still cold and humid clearing, as he starts to remove things for the goodly dragon's home.

As discussed! ^^ ♥

[ice_white_lady]

She well might have.

At any rate between one glance and the next she may appear, standing almost ghostly between one tree and the next, watching him with eyes that are deliberately not wide. As though she merely finds him and his work vaguely interesting but not terribly notable.

Sybel is a good actor some of the time, but not now.

&hearts

[tricky_bowman]

After a bit, Tristan feels observes, and so he turns around, already reaching for a weapon.

And stops.

"--- my lady Blanche."

It's been a long time.

[ice_white_lady]

"Sir Tristan," she says, inclining her head, though a little flush touches her pale cheeks when he speaks, just for a moment. "Do not let me interrupt you."

She's totally interrupting on purpose.