Traydon River

This river is famously known for its fish!

All my dreams are tragic nightmares of the past.
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He was just lying there, wallowing in thought and rolling around every few seconds, when a femme came along, asking him if he was alright. At this he straightened, mouth gaping at the disturbance, before he quickly shook his patchwork coat dry and smiled softly at the rather beautiful femme. I’m ok, thanks! His rather flamboyant nature led his maw into a rather large smile that spanned the length of his chiselled head, but it dropped at he next words. Dragon? Where?!? he spluttered, backing away from the river side and tripping over himself in an attempt to get away. But then Arc shook his head, and told himself not to be so silly. What was he playing at? I’m sorry, miss. I fear I am not myself today. he once more broke into a smile, and he cantered over to the fae, auds stretching to reach the tangled line of words that next emerged from her black maw. Hey, Lutin! I’m Arcadian, or Arc, at your service maam!

He let his mouth drop open, tongue lolling out and chest heaving with laboured breaths. It was hard to speak when you had just spent time underwater- so now he was panting more than ever. His curiosity and friendliness always seemed to get the better of him- Arc often found himself over talking himself. Alas, usually the brute would expect an attack from a stranger, yet he felt strangely comfortable with the ess that sat before him. She seemed just as nice as he. I come from far away, just thought I would pay a visit here. Don’t usually stay in one place for long… the wanderer nodded his head enthusiastically, eyes drifting away for a second before returning her gaze. What brings you here?


Table by Dan.



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