Shiro (Cyrelia) MitWD Session 0 w/ Whisp

The date is Eleint 7, 1017.
Cyrelia has been at sea for weeks, journeying towards her destination of Bricklemoor. The ship she's been given passage on rocks with the waves of the ocean, she's gotten used to them by now. All around, similarly large Half-Dragons such as her do various scuttlework. Lifting crates and ensuring goods are tied down.
A strapping one, whom Cyrelia recognizes as Tzaehah, approaches her on the deck of the ship. Built similarly like her, he sports scales hued in an orange light from the sun. He grins, his fanged teeth prominently on display and crosses his arms as he looks out to the sea. He speaks in Draconic, "Excited, yea? It's been nearly a month, but in only a couple hours we'll arrive at the port." As he says, the outline of the shoreline in the distance can be seen, rapidly getting closer with every minute. He tail shifts behind him as it lays on the ground, glancing at Cyresia, "You never were one for speaking, always cooped up in your books. What's a shut-in like you got waiting for them out there?"
(To Shiro): You know Tzaehah and the rest of the crew's unknowing of your situation is due to not knowing of the task you were given, it appears the royal family did not want all the citizens to panic, considering they only gave you the gold required to ride the ship to land and little else.

Cyrelia Veandri looks out towards she shore as she stands near the bow of the ship, the breeze blowing against her as she took a deep breath before turning to look to Tzaehah. "Quite exciting, I suppose.." she says, though not much excitement carried over in her voice and blank expression.
Cyrelia Veandri: "It's not often that one of us travels off the island or that we get visitors, even I am not sure what waits for me."

Tzaehah snorts a small flare of fire from his nostrils, shaking his head. "I'd ask what you're looking to find, or why you're leaving the island... but you're sick of those questions already aren'tcha? Ahh, whatever." He bends over, stopping a crate from slipping out of its tied down location. "Bloody wyrmlings got not idea on keeping this secured." He places a foot against the crate to hold it in place as he begins redoing the knot. "Just to warn ye, ya know we aren't exactly the most... easy to accomodate race, to the little people, ye? They might get scared- no, they will."

Cyrelia Veandri looks back to the shore that was getting ever so closer while Tzaehah secured the crate. "You'd be correct in thinking that, I've prepared myself for such hardships, even if I have to sleep under the stars I will, after all, I'm a guest in their lands." She turns to look back at Tzaehah. "I'll do what I must so that they see we aren't to be feared, I'm sure if I help them, they'll eventually warm up to me." She chuckles a little. "Besides, I've never been one to really bother anyone."

Tzaehah shrugs, smirking. "As you say." He finishes securing the crate, "Looks like we arrived, I'll be off to get things in order." Before giving Cyrelia a chance to respond, he lifts himself over the railing between the bow and main area of the deck, hopping down and barking orders at some of the other Half-Dragons who were messing about.
As he said, looking back across the ocean, the port of Riverside is in full view, the small figures of dockworkers able to be made out if you squint.
The ship's crew bursts into activity, preparing to dock. Does Cyresia do anything to pass the time until then?

Cyrelia Veandri looks out to the town, stepping down from the bow back to the middle of the ship as she waits, staying out of the way of the crew and deciding to write down in her diary of the date she arrived.

Time passes... the hustle and bustle continues...
The sun is high over the sky, at about midday as the ship finally makes port.
The crew lays out planks, allowing them to step down from the ship and go back and forth, hauling goods. The dock itself is filled with dockworkers who are recieving the goods, packing the crates away onto carts and driving away. The captain of the ship appears to be conversing with a much, much smaller looking Half-Dragon.
The Captain nods, before the smaller one continues speaking. After a moment, the Captain looks up at the ship, pointing at you. The Half-Dragon now only being referred to as a Primal Dragonborn for ease of clarity, smiles. Looking towards you and waving slightly.

Cyrelia Veandri waits on the ship still for the opportunity to get down onto the dock, once she's waved to she nods and walks down, making her way over to the Captain and smaller looking dragonborn, stepping carefully onto the dock as she made her way over. "..Hello." she speaks in Draconic at first.

Detrez Azecha bows his head, replying in Draconic. "Welcome to Riverside, Cyrelia Veandri yes?"

Cyrelia Veandri gives a small bow to the dragonborn, being extra careful with her movements as she does so. "Correct, it's a pleasure to meet you, and a pleasant town you have here, Mister...?"

Detrez Azecha continues, "Detrez Azecha. I am the ambassador to our race in this city. Most of the international disputes in this area are under my jurisdiction to handle." A young boy in worker's clothes scampers nearby, dragging a cart behind him. Detrez gestures towards him, "The bellhop can recieve your things. He'll have your gear taken to the Smith's for maintenance, and it'll be delivered to my manor." He glances back at a carriage parked nearby, "We'll be taking my personal carriage there, if that is alright?"

Cyrelia Veandri nods. "I'm fine with that and trust you to return my gear to me, I appreciate it." She raises a brow, looking around for some sort of large carriage. "..A carriage? Are you sure it might not just better for us to walk? unless you have prepared in advance and have something to accommodate me?"

Detrez Azecha is also noticably shorter and smaller than the Dragonborn Cyrelia has seen. Being only about 6 and a half feet tall.
Detrez Azecha points towards it, revealing it to be quite large and surprisingly luxorious. "I'd be a fool to not know of our race's size issues, do not worry."
As Cyrelia gives her approval to have her things taken for the time being, the young bellhop recieves a crate into his cart, the emblem of Cyrelia's family imprinted onto the side of it revealing it to contain her belongings. As he moves off, dissapearing into the crowds of the port, a familiar face appears, hidden behind the crate.

Cyrelia Veandri looks towards the carriage, quite surprised to have been given accommodations, she figured this would be one of the few times she'd receive such, as she turns back to the Dragonborn with a smile. "I feel very honored then..thank you."
Cyrelia Veandri looks off behind the crate now after the bellhop pulled away, raising a brow.

Tzaehah gives a thumbs up, his shirt currently off as his almost-golden scales luster in the sun. "Yer off with 'im then eh? I guess you had some plan after all." He heads back up the plank of the ship to continue his work, turning around before he's out of sight again as he looks down at Cyrelia. "Good luck with whatever it is you've got, I need to get moving before the captain has my hide!" He disappears from sight.
Detrez Azecha hums, shrugging. "Now then, shall we be off?"

Cyrelia Veandri nods, waving to Tzaehah, smirking. "I suppose I do have some business here. Good luck to you too, Farewell."

Cyrelia Veandri turns back to Detrez, nodding. "Very well, lets go." She heads towards the carriage she saw earlier to climb inside and head to Detrez's manor.

The two of you enter the carriage, Cyrelia taking up significantly more space than the average-sized Detrez, but a comfortable amount of room is still left over. The two sit across from one another, shielded from the sun overhead by the roof as the driver whips the horses into motion, bringing it trotting off.

Cyrelia Veandri looks to the side out the window as they rolled through town, trying to see what the rest of the locals looked like, she remained mostly quiet unless spoken to for the ride.

The two make steady pace across town, passing through various parts of the city. Past the lower docks, into the upper, and past the warehouses. From the boatyards, the scent of fish caught fresh out of the sea can be smelled from the fishmarket. Water wheels turning slowly in the distance can be seen as the sun continues making its way across the sky as the sight of the a large manor sectioned off in the hills just on the edge of town can be seen.
The passerby consist mainly of humans, more often than not, someone with transluscently blue skin and pointed ears can be seen. Their hair ranges from a murkish green to a crystal-like blue, almost always going past their shoulders regardless of gender. Other than that, past the Guildhouses Dwarves can be seen squabbling about something or other.

Detrez Azecha breaks the silence in the carriage, "So, Cyresia. I assume you're aware of recent events, yes?"

Cyrelia Veandri looks back to Detrez. "Hm? Oh, yes, I'm aware of whats going on, its part of why I've come here."
Cyrelia Veandri: "..I see there seems to be plenty of different kinds of people here, quite diverse."

Detrez Azecha nods, "Yes, the town was formed through a treaty between the Aquatic Elves and Humans. A conflict about the rights to ship passage. The bloodshed reached a point where Sahuagin began migrating here solely to join in and partake of it. After terrible losses on both sides by the Sahuagin, they decided to work together to remove the third party."
Detrez Azecha: "...That was over two hundred years ago, and now, a third party threatens the entire world this time. Hopefully, we can cooperate to stop it without pointless bloodshed, yes?"

Cyrelia Veandri: "That's what I hope for, which is why I'm here after all, usually we are pretty reclusive, but its for the best we all pitch in on this."
Cyrelia Veandri looks back out the window as she waits to arrive at the manor, watching the buildings go by. "I just hope I will be able to help out without receiving much trouble from others just because of differences."

Detrez Azecha sighs, "One can hope, but the world at large has not been informed of the impending doom. I fear what panic would ensue if so. Nonetheless, it falls to you to do our part within this. It's a large task to be put on your shoulders alone, but I will do my best to take some of the weight myself."
Detrez Azecha makes a noise, looking out the window. "Ah, we're here."
Just as he says so, the telltale noise of a gate being opened in anticipation of your arrival can be heard. Looking out the window, you can see the courtyard of the manor just past the gate.

Cyrelia Veandri: "Right, so what will the agenda be then here, since we're talking about it...what exactly do you have in store for me here at your manor? since I should probably depart soon on my journey."

Detrez Azecha chuckles, "Yes, yes. I have a guestroom in the manor prepared. Heading to Bricklemoor by carriage would take nearly a month, heavens forbid on foot. Spend the night resting, and first thing in the morning I'll have a specially prepared method of transportation to get you there posthaste, no time to lose after all."
The carriage enters past the gates, continues on for a short time, and finally stops.
The carriage door is opened by the carriage driver, who bows and makes way for the occupants to exit.
Detrez Azecha makes his way out first, stepping down a prepared set of steps. He turns around after his exit, a hand reached out to assist Cyrelia.

Cyrelia Veandri: "Oh, I see. I quite admire your thinking, how long have you known in advance about my arrival then, did they let you know beforehand so you could get this all set up?"
Cyrelia Veandri takes Detrez's hand as she steps out of the carriage, it wasn't needed she thought, but she appreciated the gesture. "And this is your manor? do you live here by yourself?"

Detrez Azecha smirks, "Other than my servants and the occasional visitor for political topics, yes. I don't spend much time at home as such. But yes, the Queen informed me of the situation ahead of time so I could prepare accordingly."
As you leave the carriage, another servant approaches, a dainty, petite looking maid.
She curtseys, "Welcome back Master, I've come to inform you that Ser Westershire arrived some time ago. He has been in the garden awaiting your return."
Detrez Azecha: "Mm. Very well, let's be off to see him right away then. Cyresia?"

Cyrelia Veandri looks to Detrez, nodding after listening. "It appears you have company then, if you'd like to go see them, I'm sure one of your servants can escort me to my room then, and I can expect my things to be brought up to me shortly, correct?"

Detrez Azecha shrugs, "Very well." He turns to the maid nearby, "You, escort our guest to her room."
The maid responds with a bow, moving beside Cyrelia. "I've been tasked to escort you, please come with me." She turns to the manor, moving to go up the stairs and inside.

Cyrelia Veandri: "Take care Detrez."
Cyrelia Veandri looks down to the maid and nods, following behind her up the stairs and to the door, at least mostly understanding her, if a bit roughly as she hadn't quite fully grasped common yet, and decides to try and practice it some. "...Name?"

The maid maintains a perfect distance of just barely walking ahead of Cyrelia, continuing to walk forwards. "Theresa Peregrine, ma'am." She continues on.
As the maid opens the door for Cyresia, allowing her entry, at the bottom of the steps Detrez is still standing there, watching the two.

Detrez Azecha accepts a cane from a nearby servant, placing his weight on it. He mutters, inaudible from his position to Cyresia, "Enjoy your night Cyresia, it'll be a while until you rest in a comfortable bed once again." He turns away, the rhythmic noise of his cane on the marble tiles slowly growing further and further away as he heads to the garden.
Inside the manor now, the maid continues leading Cyresia. Does she do anything else until she arrives at her destination?

Cyrelia Veandri follows the maid through the door, looking around as she stays close behind, continuing to work on her common a little during the short walk, taking a moment to think about her words carefully before saying them. "..Cyrelia Veandri. Th..Theresa? Pretty name."

The maid's face doesn't change, stoic. "Thank you, but my name is nothing compared to yours. To be acquainted with Master, I'm sure you are noble lineage or some equally significant influence. I hope our accomodations will satisfy you for the time being."

Cyrelia Veandri smiles a little as she follows behind the maid, being at least thankful she hasn't hit her head yet. She doesn't say much else to the maid during their walk.
Cyrelia Veandri: "..Your master..seems to be kind, I think I will."
Cyrelia Veandri struggles a little to form the sentence, but after a little thinking she manages.

The rest of the trip is uneventful, passing through many carpeted hallways, past suits of armor that stand guard silently, paintings depicting various people in pose or landscapes, and past other servants who surprisingly don't react to Cyrelia's presence any more passing by her to continue their duties.
Eventually, at the end of a hallway, by a polished wooden door with a similarly engraved doorknob, the maid stops.
"Here is your room for the night, I will be avaliable at any time if you ring the bell by the bedside. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

Cyrelia Veandri walks up to the door and stops infront of it, beside the maid. "...Make sure my stuff is brought to me...? That will be all."

Cyrelia Veandri reaches into a pocket and pulls out a coin-pouch, getting out a silver coin and offering it to the maid with a smile. "..For you."

The maid smiles, bowing slightly. "I'll have your things brought immediately. Thank you very much, excuse me."
She accepts the coin.

Cyrelia Veandri nods, turning without another word as she opens the door to the room and enters, checking out the place she'll be staying for the night as she leaves the maid to go get her things.

The maid leaves at the same time as you enter your room, disappearing down the hall.
Your room is as cozy as expected, a simple bookshelf in a corner filled with a generic array of texts. By the window is a small desk with a writing quill dipped in a bottle of ink, several blank sheets of parchment tucked away on it. A wooden chair is beside the desk. The windows are currently closed, but appear to swing out when opened to allow the air inside. Surprisingly, the room is come devoid of any dust or any scent of mustiness, it seems the servants aired it out prior to your arrival. The sleeping arrangements themselves are a large, four poster bed with ample space for even Cyresia to move around in comfortably. The actual frame of the bed seems to be stone instead of wood, surprisingly, and the floor is a plush, carpeted detail with another one directly under the bed.
Through the window, it's surprisingly nearing evening as the sun isn't in sight, setting on the other side of the manor.

Cyrelia Veandri slightly closes the door behind her, leaving it cracked open, and then makes her way to the chair, testing to make sure it can hold her possibly as well before she attempts to sit in, deciding to relax a little while she waits for her things to arrive, picking up one of the books and attempting to read through one.

The chair creaks as you sit into it.

Cyrelia Veandri gets up out of the chair carefully when it creaks, moving over to the bed and deciding to sit on that instead as she looked into the book.

The bed remains steadfast.
Good thing it's made of stone instead of wood.
Some time later...
...
A knock is heard at the door.

Cyrelia Veandri looks up to the door. "Come in." she puts down the book by her side on the bed.

The door opens, revealing the maid from before. She bows, "Excuse me, I've returned." She wheels in a cart with your luggage on it into the room, beginning to unload it and place the suitcases of equipment against the bed.
The work appears to be slightly difficult, seeing as it's several heavy pounds of your scaled-to-size equipment, but she nonetheless continues working.

Cyrelia Veandri slowly gets up and helps the maid out some, taking some of her luggage and putting it aside. "Thank you for bringing me my things."

Gives a strained smile, breathing out "Thank you for the help, I apologize for my lack of ability." She begins moving the cart outside, asking "Is there any other way I can help you?"

Cyrelia Veandri waves it off. "Its okay. Do you have food and drink?"
Cyrelia Veandri goes to sit back down on the bed after all the luggage is unpacked.

"Certainly, here." She reaches under the covering of the trolley, opening a drawer. She fetches a teapot, placing it and a doiley on the desk by the table with an accompanying teacup.

Cyrelia Veandri thinks for a minute as the maid gets out the things, trying to think of a way to best describe what she's thinking. "..I uh..the chair cannot..hold me?"

Cyrelia Veandri gestures to the wooden chair as the maid was in the middle of setting the things down on the table.

The maid widens her eyes in realization, "Ah- my- my apologies. We forgot that detail for the room. Bringing in a stone chair would take more time than you'll be staying with us so... Please excuse me while I find a temporary fix!"

Cyrelia Veandri smiles and nods. "Forgiven, and excused." She goes to pick back up the book while she waits for the maid to find a fix so she can enjoy a little snack and some tea.

The maid leaves, and time passes again.
...
Some time later, a different servant brings up several cushions.

Cyrelia Veandri raises a brow as she watches them bring in cushions, wondering what they had in mind to fix this problem.
The servant places the cushions in the chair's spot, taking the chair away. He apologizes as he leaves, saying "This is the best we can do for the remainder of your stay here. We offer our utmost apologies, and will ensure it will be rectified before your next visit!"

Cyrelia Veandri nods. "Thank you." she moves over to the cushion, slowly sitting down and getting comfy as her tail wraps around to her side, getting some tea to drink as she enjoys the evening.
The servant bids farewell, and leaves. Time passes, and nothing happens for the rest of the evening, becoming night.

Cyrelia Veandri enjoys her peaceful evening, reading a book or two and having a snack with some tea, and once it becomes night she returns to the stone bed, trying to get comfy as possible and lay down to sleep, making sure the door is closed before she does so.

The night passes uneventfully...
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Morning comes.
A knock is heard at the door.

Cyrelia Veandri wakes up with a yawn as she hears the knock. "One minute." she says, pulling back the covers as she rubs her eyes and sits up, getting out of bed quickly as she makes sure she's dressed up for the day, doing her hair and the like. After getting herself around and ready, she goes to the door and opens it. "Hello?"

At the door is the maid from before, who bows. "I've come to help you prepare for the morning, as well as your departure. Are you ready?"

Cyrelia Veandri looks down after a second of not realizing the height difference yet, something she'd have to get use to. "Oh..very well, let me just...get my things around." she stretches as she walks back into the room and goes through the luggage, getting all her gear, bags, weapon, all of her supplies in general for the road.

The maid stops you, "No need to worry, we will have those things prepared for you as well. Would you like to head to the bath now?"

Cyrelia Veandri stands back up, thankful so far that the servants had been so thorough with their assistance. "Very well, lead me."

The maid nods, leading you. You spend the morning preparing for your leave, having a hearty breakfast with Detrez and making some more smalltalk. After some time, you're seated in a carriage, a different one this time. It's more akin to a cart, and very large, very powerful looking bison are tied to it.
Servants pile the rest of your belongings into the cart, prepared in an adventurer-like fashion instead of their previous bulky suitcases. Detrez stands outside the carriage, approving of the proceedings.

Detrez Azecha: "I'd just like to confirm that you're ready, Cyrelia?"

Cyrelia Veandri looks around, then down to Detrez after being situated into the cart, letting out a sigh before giving a nod as she speaks in draconic now. "Ready as I ever will be, thank you for the stay for the night, it was pleasant."

Detrez Azecha nods, "My gratitude. As I mentioned earlier, a carriage to Bricklemoor normally takes about three weeks. We don't have the time for such, considering other forces may be moving to investigate the meteorite as we speak."

Cyrelia Veandri: "Right, so this will get me there faster, by how much do you think?"

The servants finish packing your belongings, moving a noticably large distance from the cart.
Detrez Azecha smiles, examining his wrist. He pulls back a sleeve to reveal a watch, "These fine specimens were imported directly from the Magistrate, at the expense of the good Queen. I must thank her for giving me the opportunity to watch them in action. A vast array of enchantments, magical conditioning, and selective breeding... You should arrive at the outskirts of Bricklemoor in..."
The cart driver up front, blows a whistle, the bison snorting loudly as they begin shifting.
Detrez Azecha: "...One week, starting from... now-"
As he says that, the cart driver whips the bison into action, who let out a resounding moo, bursting into action. Within moments after barely managing to catch yourself against the cart's railing, you look back up to see Detrez waving you goodbye and disappearing quickly into the distance as his clothes are still fluttering back down from the gust of wind.

Cyrelia Veandri admires the watch on Detrez's wrist. "A fancy gadget indeed, perhaps I'll visit back here sometime when I'm not carrying such a burden." she gasps, caught off guard as the cart jolts into action, but she catches herself and gets seated, looking over her stuff to make sure its all in order, and then back to Detrez as she waves back. "..And now the real adventure starts." she thinks to herself, as she turns to look ahead, breeze blowing past her as she adventured out into this brand new world.

(To Cyrelia Veandri): The days pass by uneventfully, before you're finally deposited outside of Bricklemoor a week later on Eleint 17th, The cart driver leaves you, saying his job was only to take you here, as he drives off to return to the manor. You'll begin the first session outside Bricklemoor.

Session End.