[Open] To Lose Time

[bearshermark]

Who: Eleven + Anyone!
What: Settling In Catch-all
Where: Various
When: First few days/first week
Warnings: Possible spoilers for Act 2 leading into 3



1. Classes

Despite the urging to take up Draconic Knowledge, Eleven ultimately resumed his previous class schedule without change. And so, dressed in the deep blue robes of Eiather house, he attempted to settle back into the monotony of classwork.

"I recall some of this," he mused quietly, in the lull of instruction when they were meant to be working. Eleven himself wasn't terribly focused, writing sporadic and distracted. "But those memories are vague.."


2. Dragonfire Library

Given a need for somewhere to read and write quietly, Eleven found himself swiftly seeking out a library. While memory served to remind him that the Temple had one, it wasn't until he purused some of the more esoteric tomes of this library that he recalled why he'd had a preference for Raida's. Still.. the information he was looking for likely wasn't all that common.

Various books with titles featuring the word or concept of 'time' made up a small pile on the desk as he flipped through them, brows drawing increasingly closer together.

He set one down with a frown and a quiet admission.

"..Maybe these aren't going to be helpful."


3. Temple of Raida

He'd stood outside for longer than he should, at this point. His golden hawk familiar bristled on his shoulder, catching the light, then shifted to turn its head and preen. Eleven reached up and brushed his finger down the soft breast feathers.

"I should, shouldn't I? You're here, after all. I think that means something."


4. Wildcard

[ooc: feel free to make something else up if these prompts don't work for you! I'm happy to roll with most anything. prose/action is fine.

Also happy to accept TDM threads as canon if you'd like]

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[perfectenn]

The hesitation before Tenn replied, and his cool, steady look, said more about his discomfort than his lowered tone of voice.

"This past winter, the ghost dragon, Grieve, emerged from the caverns and cast magic that caused more than half the Sundered to vanish. Presumably, he reversed the spell and returned them to their worlds." Which sounded fine, assuming everyone made it home – like Eleven. But Tenn wasn't so sure, this being dragons they were dealing with. "Following that, another dragon by the name of Mournless attacked him. Mournless claimed to have been the one who summoned the Sundered, with the intention of breaking Codified magic."

[bearshermark]

Eleven frowned as he slowly worked through the information. So he'd been sent back to his world through the power of a dragon alongside many others- and they'd apparently been brought to this world in a similar manner. If that was true, then they had some control over space and time. ..Likely, he should have taken the dragonkind lessons after all.

But there was something missing from the tale. "And there was a third dragon?"

[perfectenn]

Tenn knew it was a lot to digest. Unfortunate how twisted and glamourized the story was getting out in the city, but such was the perspective of those who hadn’t actually been on campus grounds to witness everything. Though, maybe the ignorant were the fortunate ones, thinking that the dragons had been defeated.

"Ire came to the academy by invitation last winter. It was fortunate for us he was still here, since he protected the city." This place would be a mess otherwise. "Though I suppose the rumors are misleading, since he didn’t actually fight."

[bearshermark]

Eleven hummed, thoughtful. He didn't recall a dragon arriving at the academy beside the one beneath it. But neither had his memory fully returned. Given Tenn had been in this world the entire time however, Eleven didn't doubt him. He nodded.

"I'm glad the damage wasn't terrible. I hope the conflict didn't cost too many lives."

[perfectenn]

“Fortunately, no. The Headmaster put a stop to it soon enough.” Say what one will about Birony, but Tenn’s respect for her definitely rose after that. Regardless of, well, everything else she did.

“Ire’s here teaching, you know. You should meet him, even if you don’t take the class.” Tenn considered their stacks of books. He could glean more from it if he knew draconic history, possibly. “I was hoping to take it myself, but my schedule is full. And I’d prefer to stay in Sundering for the time being.”

[bearshermark]

Eleven's brows rose. He hadn't heard that the class was being taught by a dragon.

"I've chosen classes for their ability to complement Forging," he nodded understanding. "And the others are necessary. Unfortunately, it doesn't suit my schedule either, but I will endeavour to speak with him at some point at least."