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Who: Anyone
Where: Anywhere
When: Day 41
Open/Closed: Open! Geir will tag responses to B only, but feel free to use any or all of these prompts for your own shenanigans ☆

A (the rain in Spain falls mainly on the...)

[you know that the strange seawater rainstorm at the festival two days ago flooded out the marketplace and part of the city. the question is, how far did that rain fall over the hard, sandy soil that surrounds the city of Aimintas? what kind of erosion happened? perhaps you have a hankering to go out and see the effect that the water had on the crags outside the city, or the humid plains covered with native plants. there are four directions to explore, north, south, east, and west: which way will you go and how will you get there? fliers and adventurers, take notice!]

B (how does your garden grow?)

[Geir, at least, is more worried about the plants in the farmed area. he doesn't know much about plants, but he has a vague idea that sowing fields with salt is something one does to one's enemies. since these plants are irrigated with freshwater, more salt rain is not likely to go well for them.

right now he's glaring at a small plot he's dug out out with his talons. he's seeded some of the bark from the strange shrubby filtration plant into it, trying to check if that will help the soil deal with the salt water, but he's run into a problem: there are no plants there yet.]

--can you plant seeds? My claws aren't small enough.

C (after the storm)

[the festival aside, there was a lot of damage to the Palai city -- like, a lot. so many bloody fights happened in the streets, so many powers got deployed, so many giant fish landed on buildings... the damage is considerable, and now that they've buried their dead and celebrated their victories, the Palai who aren't making weapons are out and about repairing their city instead. any characters who show an inclination to help are promptly given piles of bricks and mortar and wooden planks, though they might want to ask each other or the Palai for help and direction to repair things...]

D (rain rain go away)

[there are a lot of different reasons to go swimming in the strange overhead ocean right now. maybe you're trying to find out why the rain fell from it a couple of days ago, or maybe you're checking to see what the frozen Uvi fortress looks like. maybe you even want to go visit the strange island above the waves again -- who knows what there is to find?

or maybe you just want to go wrestle sharks in there. go wrestle those sharks, no one's judging.]

E (free fall)

[come up with your own prompt and run with it!]

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[HE'S HAD WORSE

he will probably have some private regrets once Geir actually shuts his mouth, but for now he climbs in without hesitation]

[there's an awkward but hilarious interlude where Vern arranges himself as comfortably as possible while Geir makes noises in the back of his throat to indicate better placements

then his jaw closes and leaves Vern in darkness like, well, the last thing that life on Midgard will ever see]

[settles in; this isn't a pleasant way to get up there, but he is in fact good at waiting it out in cramped and not-too-pleasant surroundings. no claustrophobia issues among his many dysfunctions, thank goodness]

[there's an interminable period of darkness and extreme turbulence during which Vern has as much time as he could ask for for regrets, until finally there's a splash from outside Geir's closed jaws and his mouth gapes open.]

[sucks in a very deep and grateful breath and climbs out enough to check if there's somewhere to climb to]

We're here?

[just the top of Geir's head, but he's making urgent little noises to encourage Vern to do so -- possibly he wants to swallow.

Geir didn't bother to fly out of the water, so for the moment they're paddling next to a sandy strip of shore...]

[SCRAMBLES OUT AND AWAYYyyy, sits on Geir's head, considers the merits of taking a long dip in the ocean before they go back, and then realizes that means Geir will basically have to take the trip back with a salt pill he can't swallow instead. sigh!! life's hard for a dragon and a summoner]

Blehghhghhhhh.

[Geir ducks his head down enough to rinse his mouth with saltwater.]

That wasn't... too bad. Are you okay?

Yes! It was a bit weird, but not the worst.

[that's probably the mildest response to a ride in a dragon's mouth, ever]

Are you?

I'm great! You want to stay a while, since we're up here? I finally feel like everything makes sense.

[he glances up at the sky happily. it does feel a lot drier and less limited without the oppressive weight of the water overhead.]

[perks a little bit; it does feel nice, with just the two of them up here, and they're even less likely to be disturbed than they were when staying just outside the city]

How long's a while?

How long till you get bored of eating fish again?

[hmmm]

Couple of days?

I can keep you safe and warm for a couple of days. I've done it before. Let's just stay and fly and fish up here.

[Geir's giving him puppy eyes again. there's so much cajolery in this thread]

If it stays peaceful up here, then sure. That sounds nice.

All right!

[buoyant; it's another nice break in their schedule, and this will give them a chance to explore the island. Geir keeps his head above the water and folds his wings close to eel slowly towards the shore, looking for all the world like a sea serpent about to waylay some ships.]

[pulls his outer tunic over his head and then drapes out over the flat part of Geir's head like a cat as he swims in, humming a little]

[Geir crawls up onto the shore and looks around at the defunct electronics scattered there -- a few sweeps of his tail is enough to create a considerable clear space for them to camp on later. he climbs over and around the boats, ducking his head down to snuffle at them.]

It's so strange up here... look at all this stuff, Vern.

Boats?

[surveys the space around them and makes a metaphorical headscratching noise, puzzled]

This is a lot of stuff and no people. Watch out, I'm coming down--

[Geir makes a squeaky noise of acknowledgement and dips his head down to the ground to let Vern get down more easily.]

There's still some gear on the boats. Can you use it? It doesn't look as junked as the rest of this weird trash.

[SLIDES DOWN HIS NOSE LIKE IT IS A SLIDE and then wobbles over to the boats to inspect them]

Huh...maybe? Some of the lighter stuff...

[Geir deposits Vern's left-behind shirt on the cleared sand to mark their camping spot for later and then returns to the larger fishing boat Vern is investigating, putting his nose as close as possible to the deck to try and follow him. peer!!!!!]

Any fishing lines?

[puts a hand up on his nose to brace himself as he straightens up, then holds up some of the smaller lures and things for inspection]

Yeah -- I see a couple of handlines, too. I know how to use those, though we won't catch anything huge with them.

. . .

[muttered]

Get some of the lures, too. They... look good.

[tilts his head a little]

Look...good...?