dwarven-danyla

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She whimpered as the thunder crashed outside, the bird licked its lips as if to confirm that Danyla would make a tasty morsel for it's chicks. She would be swallowed up and half-digested before being regurgitated to featherless turkeys. She shuttered with disgust and fear as it nudged her face, feeling utterly helpless. With her shutter came a vibrating coo from the bird, and she peeked one eye open to see it withdraw from her and return to the window. 

Taking an exasperated breath, she let it go from between her quivering lips as it barricaded her window. Wearily crawling onto her lumpy bed, she eyed the speaking bird. "You didn't have to break my window..."

She tugged the blanket off the floor where she had been cowering before, never taking her eyes off of the giant bird. She had no idea what to say, she just stared at it as her heart rate re-entered the atmosphere.

"... Would you like some... tea?"

Bird of Death?|| Open.

He noticed she was scared, and licked his nose with the tip of his tongue. He nudged her face, and closed his eyes, cooing softly. He go up, and put his blanket over the window, holding it down. He sat in front of it, so the room got significantly warmer. He watched her, then let out a coo.

"Sorry sorry." He said. "No mean hurt. Cold."

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Danyla had just barely turned from the window before it shattered across her back, sending her ducking for cover!  "Aaaaaaaaagh!" She yelled as she fell into the corner of her tiny home, completely unarmed as the monster shook bits of glass across her floor. A huge bird monster, barely enough room for it to fit in her shack. Was it going to attack her? No, it was distracted. It was... taking her cinders??

Her eyes widened as it turned toward her, backing farther into the corner. What a cheap way to go... Danyla would have believed that she would have died in battle with a monster, but unarmed and ambushed by some over sized duckling? Completely shameful. She only hoped that her death would be forgotten, or maybe the bird would carry her away to feed her chicks. That way, at least she could preserve what was left of her tribe's honor if she could not redeem it herself.

Her eyes squeezed closed in fear, feeling completely vulnerable as pitiful whimpering noises escaped her throat as the long beak of the monster prodded her like an appetizer. She felt like a cornered mouse.

Bird of Death?|| Open.

The bird noticed the smell of herbs and hot water- just what could help him! It meant someone was cooking, and when something is cooking, it means warmth! He circled the small building, flanking a wing, and circling down until he saw the door. He quickly saw an opening, and flew into her window, shattering the flimsy glass. He let out a caw, before hopping over to her fire, as if nothing happened, simply shaking the glass out of his feathers. He paid no mind to the small girl, simply shaking the glass and rain off of his feathers, and plopping himself in front of the fire. He looked around the fire, looking for a good way to pick it up.

He let out an inquisitive coo, and dug his beak into a bag attached to his leg, pulling a blanket out of it. He laid it next to the fire, and gently took his talon, grabbing a hot cinder. He put a few onto the blanket, which surprisingly didn’t burst into flame, and he folded it back up, and then dumped the cinders out. He put the blanket around him, and finally looked at the girl. He tilted his head- she was tiny. Hm. Maybe she had some edible things on her person. He slowly made his way over to her, cautiously looking over her for a weapon of some sort. He got close enough to sniff at her, and poke around her body for a treat, gently nudging through her clothes.

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The storm seemed to be worsening as Danyla pulled a pot of boiling water off of the makeshift hearth, she was glad to finally be out of the storm. The small girl poured the large pot into a tiny cup, the aroma filling the drafty room. She had exchanged her soaked wool cape for the blanket off her bed. Her cloak hung off the back of a chair near the fire, and she had just settled down in her blanket-fort to weather the dark afternoon with a new spell book and a pot of tea by the fire.

Despite the fire and layers of blankets, a chill ran up her spine as a loud crash of thunder echoed throughout the forest. 1-one thousand. 2-one thousand. 3-one thousand. 4- one thousand. It can't hurt you, Danyla. It's far away. She attempted to reassure herself, but the long eerie screech that rang out after the thunder-clap chilled her down to the bone. Colder than as if she were standing out in the storm in her unders.

Padding over to the flimsy window, she dared to peek up into the dark sky. She could have sworn she just saw a dragon fly over...

Bird of Death?|| Open.

Thunder and lightning, hard rain drops, and darkness. He disliked this cold weather. It reminded him of bad times. A large, white bird, with light blue and pink feathers in its plummage, was perched upon a tree branch, his wings folded tightly against his body, his head turned into his chest. He let out shivering coos, and a few shivers out loud, making him caw. He had a warbled voice, that echoed over Selphia, loud enough to be heard all over when the thunder subsided. He needed to find shelter, and fast. He had seen a few barns within the town, but the monsters there had sided with…Humans. He shuddered at the thought of being near them. He only thought of one solution- find a door that was open, fly in, and steal some warmth from the humans. He would escape quickly- not all of them could take him on, even if he had to fight. He flapped his wings, taking off into the dark sky, heading over the village.

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Danyla had managed to beat the whirlwind storm by waking up early and walking as fast as her short legs would take her toward the General Store in Selphia. It was now or never, because she would be completely out of food by tomorrow and unable to gather her own in the storm. Her icebox was looking as pitiful as ever, and she was failing to gain the weight she needed to. She had lingered in the warmth of the store too long, admiring the many knick-knacks  and selection of seeds. Maybe she would dig herself a field near her shack... She lost herself in thought,  daydreaming of what it would be like to build a permanent home here. 

The grating chink of an icicle shattering outside called her attention to the winds picking up outside, tossing a thick downfall of snowflakes every which way. Crap.  Scuttling out of the shop with her minimal groceries stuffed in her bag, she looked like a little child with her hood hanging in her face. Whatever, it wasn't like I can see anything anyway. What with all the snow. Her home was not far out of town, but she was still unaccustomed to the streets of the town, and took a wrong turn. Snaking her way down Airship Way, she thought she might have been near the square... but apparently not. 

A sudden weight on her shoulder made her draw a blade from it's holster. Shhhhink. Her hazel eyes burned through the white veil of snow to find that her attacker was no attacker... gargantuan as he may be. She decided to follow his lead as he ducked into what appeared to be the bath house of the town.

Pulling back the thick hood of her coat, she studied the man who had pulled her instead... her neck craning to glimpse his face as he unveiled himself as well. 

"I'd rather freeze to death than starve, I suppose." The dwarf patted the bag full of rice she had retrieved from the store. She let out a puff and replaced it with the aromatic air of the bath house, her eyes trained on the horns that topped the man's head. "...What were you doing out there?" 

Baby It's Cold Outside

Man this storm was just absolutely not letting up. He had heard from travelers that had been coming and going from Selphia that there was a blizzard in a place called Castanet. It seemed that blizzards were just springing up everywhere. A little sad considering it was March. This was the month that Spring was supposed to start showing it’s pretty little head!

But no, that frigid bitch Winter needed to stay a little longer. If the seasons were women, he’d be damn sure that Winter would be the prude who’s seriously insecure and overstays her welcome every time she shows up.

"Winter, if you need validation, yes we know you exist." He muttered as he stared out the window. The worst part about this was that he was gonna have to go out in this. JoJo groaned and rolled out of his bed up in the loft and grabbed some clothes. Sneering at the bulky winter coat that he was going to need to wear, he forced himself to put it over his body hugging waistcoat. He wrapped himself in a scarf and held his head as proudly as he could when he looked like a marshmallow with really nice pants.

He leaped from the loft down to the ground floor, landing in his characteristically graceful manner. JoJo inhaled deeply through his nose and pushed open the door and- OH BY THE HOLY DRAGONS AND ALL THE GODS IN HELL IT WAS COLD.

The cold bit his face as he forced himself to leave. He had to go to the store. HE HAD TO. He let out a battle cry, which was muffled by the scarf, as he charged into the blinding snow. With sheer determined luck, he managed to make it into town, but found the figure of a person out in the storm. They seemed a little lost, so he carefully grabbed their shoulder and gestured for them to follow.

They took shelter in the nearest building they could find, and he moved his scarf out of his face. Along with shrugging out of his stupid coat. “What were you doing out there? It is freezing.”

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Danyla was pleased that he had picked up the two jewels, they seemed to be popular... She made a note of mining more. Glancing from the gems back to Silver, she mumbled the word "What?" just as his question registered in her head.

Danyla hadn't ever really set prices for her wares...she'd never really sold her wares before now, actually. "Uhm... maybe...  500g?" She thought that was a decent price for the pair, she really didn't know. 

She thought it was quite humorous as she glanced down to where he had set them down, just blow the cat-ear headband. "Hey, it looks like you." The dwarf quietly pointed out. 

It has X and Y Qualities | Silver and Danyla

Silver smiled, picking up a small blue gem; an aquamarine. Big enough to fit into a necklace, surely. Maybe he could make a necklace or two for some friends of his…

He blinked, looking at Danyla when she spoke up, “O-oh…uhm, I’m Silver.” He said, glancing back at the gem.Would he…? Or would he not…? He knew that if he did go and make some presents, their recipients would be very pleased and grateful. Silver picked up another gem, -a red one, this time- and placed them down before Danyla.

"Okay, I’ll buy these two." Silver said, reaching deep into a pouch that was connected to his belt, "Uhm…how much..?"

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Danyla shrugged off the silliness, pulling the headband out of her hair. "Mine would probably be blond like my hair though..." She watched him browse her stall with hope glinting in her eyes,  wishing that he might find something useful... or at least pretty.

Leaning against the table to take some weight off of her legs, she let out a monotone hum as she looked over her collection. Setting the cat-ear headband on the table, she looked up at the guy from beneath her lashes. 

"My name's Danyla... by the way."

It has X and Y Qualities | Silver and Danyla

"Yeah…so I’ve been told." Silver replied, holding up a small green pouch that smelled strangely of turnips. He didn’t know what exactly it was, but something in his mind told him that it was exceedingly rare, expensive, and would be best to simply put it down.

He glanced at the dwarf, blinking twice when he realized she suddenly had grown cat-ears….well, not really. He noticed the black headband the ears were connected to, and realized they were very well fake. Silver smiled, seeing the humor in what Danyla had done.

"It looks good on you." Silver said, "Maybe you should have been born like me, rather than a dwarf." Silver said this, silently hoping that he made no offense in saying someone should have been born differently.

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Danyla blinked slowly at the man, her mouth unable to decide whether to frown or to smile. 

"Well, if you're offering... Maybe dinner and dessert..." she mumbled, ignoring her stomach's plea for something, anything, other than fish for supper. The dwarf had lost a lot of weight on her travels to Selphia, packing heavy and eating light, not to mention felling plenty of enemies along the way. She was bony and weak and absolutely starved for a hot-cooked meal and at the moment the gem had seemed a good trade.

She smiled weakly at the gem before handing it over to the fellow dwarf, "Special offer." Her grin widened into an earnest smile. She didn't have a get-rich-quick scheme with her little joke of a shop, she was just trying to get by. Besides, talking to another person (A dwarf even!) was enough for her to give up 10 aquamarines.

Danyla couldn't recall the last time she spoke to something other than the wind... Maybe staying in this town would be a nice change from the deep wilds.

The Haul | Bado and Danyla

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Danyla bit her lip as he dodged her sales-pitch, her eyes dropping to her feet briefly before flickering to the gem he inquired about. She was playing around with the idea of turning it into some sort of talisman or necklace, but she lacked the proper tools to do so. Squinting at the blue gem, she supposed it was well worth selling it now rather than hanging onto it for who knows how long before forgetting about it completely. 

"Heh, this thing?" she paused to pull it out of the small chest. "It's yours for the special price of that equal to a meal at the restaurant." She smiled as she polished it with the edge of the cloth that decorated her stand. It was actually probably worth more, but she didn't want to push it. 

"Is the food any good there?" She wondered aloud.

The Haul | Bado and Danyla

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Danyla lilted her head from one shoulder to the other, curious about his cat ears. Were they a hat, she wondered as she watched them fold back in distaste as he examined a large horn from a beetle. Not a hat, she shrugged. She'd never seen such a thing before, but she supposed it was sort of ... cool. They twitched back and forth as he looked at one item after another, and she imagined them making little ping-pong-ping noises. 

"Thanks...I try to get a good variety of stuff. Things that most other vendors don't stock." She spoke in choppy sentences, with awkward pauses between each, almost like she had forgotten to say the next line in a play. 

Pause.

"You've got some... interesting ears?" Maybe it was rude to comment on them, but her face gave nothing away as a joke, she was earnestly interested. "Heh," she smirked, stooping to grab a headband with cat ears off of the box that held the rest of her wares. She had found it in a chest for some odd reason. They were black and white like his, though, and she thought it was cute as she placed it on her head. 

"There, now we match... But I don't think these ones move." She offered a soft smile.

It has X and Y Qualities | Silver and Danyla

Silver looked at the dwarf, smiling a little, “Yeah, it is about that time, isn’t it?” He said, giving a glance to the sun. It was starting its slow descent, which meant the cat-boy would need to hurry home eventually and make dinner. He glanced back at the dwarf, ears twitching as he examined her variety of wares.

Silver picked one up; a long, thick, purple horn that seemed to have broken off of an insect. He shivered, imagining what horrible monster the horn could have possibly belonged to. Silver hoped that he would never, ever have to meet one.

"You’ve got really interesting stuff." Silver said, feeling a little awkward. He already had been standing around for a few minutes, and every passing moment felt increasingly nerve-wracking.

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Danyla watched as the towering man came over to her stall, she couldn't suppress a smirk when the thought crossed her mind that he "dwarfed" her. It was a funny stereo type that dwarves were small, which a lot of them were, but Danyla's father had been very tall. Perhaps not as tall as the man perusing her shop, but at least as tall as average humans. 

She tilted her head back, her braid flopping over her shoulder as she assessed him. Was he a dwarf too? Hmph. She scratched at her cheek, a hint of a smile glinting in her eyes.  "Interesting enough to buy?" She joked dryly.

The Haul | Bado and Danyla

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It has X and Y Qualities | @Silver

The day had trudged on slowly, and Danyla's short legs were wobbly from standing behind her booth all day. She only set up shop once or twice a week though, and was trying hard to make it through the whole shift so she left a good impression in this new town. Her treasures were all lined up, trinkets stolen from Goblins, yarn spun from Wooly's fur, jewels and bits of interesting doo-dads all spread across a fine silk cloth. 

Just as a potential customer walked past, her stomach gave a loud grumble that demanded dinner. Greaaat, how charming. She resisted rolling her eyes at herself and gave a bemused grin to the passerby, "Must be supper time, eh?"

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The Haul | OPEN

The way the morning sunlight splashed over the cobbles of Selphia's Square was very similar to the time-worn stone slats in the Water Ruins, where Danyla had been holed up for the last week. All the gems she had mined were displayed in a miniature treasure chest she had snatched from a Goblin Pirate, and she was hoping the cute arrangement would up her sales for the day. She was desperate to buy something sweet for desert tonight, unable to eat another grilled fish.

She leaned against her table, propped up by her elbow, barely managing a sleepy smile in the warm sun. Danyla had barely made it back the night before, and managed just enough sleep to roll out of her cot in the morning to drag herself up to Selphia. She offered a sighing wave to a passerby, only half-hoping that they would come over to browse her selection of Skyfish scales and tortoise shells. They could be useful to some people, trinkets to others. She would kill for a forge of her own...

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