"I do not think that necessary, unless you recall something particularly interesting." It's apparently not something Lahabrea considers even remotely important, just potentially diverting. Dream sharing was one of the things bonds were supposed to do, but as far as he can tell nothing of the sort had happened. They might be too early in their work to tell. "And I do mean 'interesting', not ... necessarily relevant. Sometimes the imagery that lingers from a dream can be inspiring, but hardly vital. A great many works of art and creation have come from the strange moments of dreams." But they also get by without them just fine!
Interesting, but not vital.
Now that sleep is definitely past and the comfortable haze with it fading, the undercurrent of ill temper is rising again, as it inevitably must. The dragon had its own interests and wants for the morning, and he's ignoring all of them. He focuses instead on making sure Elidibus doesn't slice his feet open, watching with narrowed eyes as the bomb is shaken loose from a trouser leg.
So that's where it went. By now, Lahabrea's fairly certain it only makes a nuisance of itself because it gets away with it, the dragon-changed Ascian would have pingponged the little creature right into the wall after the first time, well aware such a thing wouldn't actually harm it. Elidibus was ... far gentler than he would have been.
"I am not inclined to leave my confinement, even if you feel it worthless," he responds eventually. "Not while the moons retain their sway. Even a few moments of delayed struggle betwixed me and my target might be enough for an escape." And not bloody, horrifying demise!
Plus it saves the temptation of wanting to bathe, when water was fairly uncomfortable. There had to be alternatives.
Interesting. Elidibus can do interesting at least. Though a small frown mars his features briefly as he ponders over 'interesting not vital'. The Ascian's expression clears and he nods. "Alright." He'll do it. In a way, Lahabrea's suggestion to view it with an eye for art or inspiration helps make up the Emissary's mind. It gives it a 'use', even if it is not 'vital'.
That Bomb. A large part of Elidibus' lack of schooling the creature's behavior is indifference. Pants can be mended, especially now he's learned basic spells. A hole or two in his pants because the beast acts on its nature. The proper emotions just aren't there to drive him to discipline the Cherry Bomb. Even when the creature had managed to make it into the chest, it had made Elidibus note to be more aware when closing the lid; another thing to check on a list of routine.
The Bomb is given a light nudge with a foot to shift it away from the safe path across the cage floor. And it seems the Ascian is more aware of the possibility of obsidian shards underfoot, for he picks a safe path to the door. There is a moment's pause as Elidibus considers the reason Lahabrea intends to stay in the cage. It doesn't quite... align with his observations of when they were first waking. But one five or ten minutes of 'peace' gives no context. Anyway, the Ascian has no intention of remarking on the difference right now, even if he had a better understanding to go by. "Very well." The door is unlocked, opened, and sealed again.
"I did not say the bars were worthless." Those bars are very important. For Lahabrea, it has been, until last night perhaps, a way to keep the beast in one place when he lost his sense of self on the full moons. To Elidibus, they seem a physical representation of what his fellow Unsundered is fighting against. To dismiss them at this point would be detrimental to his goal of aiding Lahabrea.
And yes. If he's on the far side of the bars should a feral attack occur, he would indeed have a few seconds to react.
It seems he'll leave matters at that, at least for as long as it takes to mend his pants and wash up. Though before he leaves, he'll ask, "Shall I bring the dustpan before I go?" He will if so. Otherwise, he'll just bring one back. Because he does plan on returning.
Punishing a bomb is a delicate process even if one were so inclined to do so. When prodded with a foot it makes indignant motions with its tiny hands and floats to the side, though whether by its own volition or helped along by a nudge is hard to tell when the creature in question doesn't walk.
"Ah, but you did." He coils around himself as best as he's able to, though he lacks the flexibility some have with their reptilian tails. "Though you may know it not." Important to him ... before Elidibus had gone out of his way to point out that they would hold neither against a dragon's strength nor contain a small shapeshifted form. Useless - and puncturing an illusion he'd been hesitant to weigh for too long simply in the hopes that if he ignored it, the dragon wouldn't think to test it. But he no longer could, and he was aware of how steel fared against a beast of his ilk, which meant the dragon would be too.
Lahabrea doesn't explain this, he turns his thoughts mostly towards unraveling what he might do to otherwise secure some semblance of safety for others now that this was no longer suitable. It would delay only, and then not for long .. and then woe betide anyone he came across in such a state. "... No. I will be returning to such work soon enough."
A focus. Something to do. "..Mayhap it would be advisable you tend to other needs once you are clean than sitting around down here."
When did he? For a brief moment, it is clear Elidibus casts around for a memory of saying it. For once, he's certain it is not a problem with his failing memories and he is rewarded for his persistence with a pieced-together answer. It may not be the correct one, but it is an answer. After a little more time, he finally chooses a response. "My apologies."
But the.... dragon? Lahabrea? Had shown no sign of interest in leaving the cage that night. The Emissary wonders if he should bring the matter up now, to see to his ablutions and return with the conversation on his lips. Or leave for errands and bring up the matter that night when he returns. For his fellow Ascian had a point that he did not need to stay around all day. A balance of attendance and keeping an ordinary, such as it got here, routine. It had merit.
"There are a few matters I can see to," Elidibus agrees. "Mayhap when I return this evening, you would tell me how your day progressed. If the effects of having a Bonded sleep in your care it is notated for reference, it can be compared to the successive days and previous iterations of the full moon's sway you have experienced."
The Ascian nods. No dustpan or broom. He'll wait long enough to hear Lahabrea's response on the suggestion that they continue this 'experiment' this evening before he departs. As for his errands? Well, he'll certainly be willing to stop by long enough to make sure Lahabrea doesn't want him to pick up something while he's out.
He would later wonder why he had made it and not simply expected Lahabrea to tell him before he'd left the room earlier.
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Interesting, but not vital.
Now that sleep is definitely past and the comfortable haze with it fading, the undercurrent of ill temper is rising again, as it inevitably must. The dragon had its own interests and wants for the morning, and he's ignoring all of them. He focuses instead on making sure Elidibus doesn't slice his feet open, watching with narrowed eyes as the bomb is shaken loose from a trouser leg.
So that's where it went. By now, Lahabrea's fairly certain it only makes a nuisance of itself because it gets away with it, the dragon-changed Ascian would have pingponged the little creature right into the wall after the first time, well aware such a thing wouldn't actually harm it. Elidibus was ... far gentler than he would have been.
"I am not inclined to leave my confinement, even if you feel it worthless," he responds eventually. "Not while the moons retain their sway. Even a few moments of delayed struggle betwixed me and my target might be enough for an escape." And not bloody, horrifying demise!
Plus it saves the temptation of wanting to bathe, when water was fairly uncomfortable. There had to be alternatives.
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That Bomb. A large part of Elidibus' lack of schooling the creature's behavior is indifference. Pants can be mended, especially now he's learned basic spells. A hole or two in his pants because the beast acts on its nature. The proper emotions just aren't there to drive him to discipline the Cherry Bomb. Even when the creature had managed to make it into the chest, it had made Elidibus note to be more aware when closing the lid; another thing to check on a list of routine.
The Bomb is given a light nudge with a foot to shift it away from the safe path across the cage floor. And it seems the Ascian is more aware of the possibility of obsidian shards underfoot, for he picks a safe path to the door. There is a moment's pause as Elidibus considers the reason Lahabrea intends to stay in the cage. It doesn't quite... align with his observations of when they were first waking. But one five or ten minutes of 'peace' gives no context. Anyway, the Ascian has no intention of remarking on the difference right now, even if he had a better understanding to go by. "Very well." The door is unlocked, opened, and sealed again.
"I did not say the bars were worthless." Those bars are very important. For Lahabrea, it has been, until last night perhaps, a way to keep the beast in one place when he lost his sense of self on the full moons. To Elidibus, they seem a physical representation of what his fellow Unsundered is fighting against. To dismiss them at this point would be detrimental to his goal of aiding Lahabrea.
And yes. If he's on the far side of the bars should a feral attack occur, he would indeed have a few seconds to react.
It seems he'll leave matters at that, at least for as long as it takes to mend his pants and wash up. Though before he leaves, he'll ask, "Shall I bring the dustpan before I go?" He will if so. Otherwise, he'll just bring one back. Because he does plan on returning.
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"Ah, but you did." He coils around himself as best as he's able to, though he lacks the flexibility some have with their reptilian tails. "Though you may know it not." Important to him ... before Elidibus had gone out of his way to point out that they would hold neither against a dragon's strength nor contain a small shapeshifted form. Useless - and puncturing an illusion he'd been hesitant to weigh for too long simply in the hopes that if he ignored it, the dragon wouldn't think to test it. But he no longer could, and he was aware of how steel fared against a beast of his ilk, which meant the dragon would be too.
Lahabrea doesn't explain this, he turns his thoughts mostly towards unraveling what he might do to otherwise secure some semblance of safety for others now that this was no longer suitable. It would delay only, and then not for long .. and then woe betide anyone he came across in such a state. "... No. I will be returning to such work soon enough."
A focus. Something to do. "..Mayhap it would be advisable you tend to other needs once you are clean than sitting around down here."
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But the.... dragon? Lahabrea? Had shown no sign of interest in leaving the cage that night. The Emissary wonders if he should bring the matter up now, to see to his ablutions and return with the conversation on his lips. Or leave for errands and bring up the matter that night when he returns. For his fellow Ascian had a point that he did not need to stay around all day. A balance of attendance and keeping an ordinary, such as it got here, routine. It had merit.
"There are a few matters I can see to," Elidibus agrees. "Mayhap when I return this evening, you would tell me how your day progressed. If the effects of having a Bonded sleep in your care it is notated for reference, it can be compared to the successive days and previous iterations of the full moon's sway you have experienced."
The Ascian nods. No dustpan or broom. He'll wait long enough to hear Lahabrea's response on the suggestion that they continue this 'experiment' this evening before he departs. As for his errands? Well, he'll certainly be willing to stop by long enough to make sure Lahabrea doesn't want him to pick up something while he's out.
He would later wonder why he had made it and not simply expected Lahabrea to tell him before he'd left the room earlier.