RE: Wings of Fury 2
07-13-2021, 06:21 PM
After reading Rozenn's note, Grok let's out a nervous chuckle.
"To be honest, I'm not sure where to even find a letter," he admits. "Always lived on the move! Should be useful in trying to hide these little beasties, at least." He shifts his gaze back to the remaining eggs on the fortress floor. They really are beautiful, precious things. Grok glances towards their slain mother, his heart squeezing at the thought of how fiercely she'd tried to defend her family. He wonders how much more there was to the story of Naissyri's 'rampage'...
Grok looks to Rozenn once more, who is now improvising a baby carrier. He decides to suggest that, "We can travel around the same areas, if you'd like. I imagine dragon-rearing will be a lot easier if we can meet with each other every now and then. Maybe tonight we can draw up a map with everyone and sort of plot out where we'll plan to be. That way at least we'd know where to look..."
Grok's voice trails off as he's distracted once more by the clutch of eggs. Another pang of guilt wracks his heart, thinking of all of these creatures about to come into the world, separated from their family. He excuses himself, approaching the cluster of eggs and squatting down close to them. He rests his hand atop the blue egg, mesmerized by it's deep, swirling colors. Grokzurl isn't sure why, but this is definitely the one. He scoops the blue egg up into his arms, then returns to Rozenn's side. He politely suggests that they get to helping setting up camp, before heading towards the exit.
It looks like Terzi and Zaya are already well underway getting things ready. Grok gives a wave, approaching Terzi and gingerly setting his newest family member on the ground next to him.
"Alright, how can I help?" he asks, eager to make himself useful. Since he didn't manage to get a single thing done in the battle, the least he can do is put his skills to good use. "If you or Zaya can keep an eye on this egg for a spell, I'm happy to gather supplies, or get us something to eat. I'm not sure how well everybody packed, but I've always lived outdoors. Just let me know what you need!" Grok punctuates his enthusiasm with a bright smile.
"To be honest, I'm not sure where to even find a letter," he admits. "Always lived on the move! Should be useful in trying to hide these little beasties, at least." He shifts his gaze back to the remaining eggs on the fortress floor. They really are beautiful, precious things. Grok glances towards their slain mother, his heart squeezing at the thought of how fiercely she'd tried to defend her family. He wonders how much more there was to the story of Naissyri's 'rampage'...
Grok looks to Rozenn once more, who is now improvising a baby carrier. He decides to suggest that, "We can travel around the same areas, if you'd like. I imagine dragon-rearing will be a lot easier if we can meet with each other every now and then. Maybe tonight we can draw up a map with everyone and sort of plot out where we'll plan to be. That way at least we'd know where to look..."
Grok's voice trails off as he's distracted once more by the clutch of eggs. Another pang of guilt wracks his heart, thinking of all of these creatures about to come into the world, separated from their family. He excuses himself, approaching the cluster of eggs and squatting down close to them. He rests his hand atop the blue egg, mesmerized by it's deep, swirling colors. Grokzurl isn't sure why, but this is definitely the one. He scoops the blue egg up into his arms, then returns to Rozenn's side. He politely suggests that they get to helping setting up camp, before heading towards the exit.
It looks like Terzi and Zaya are already well underway getting things ready. Grok gives a wave, approaching Terzi and gingerly setting his newest family member on the ground next to him.
"Alright, how can I help?" he asks, eager to make himself useful. Since he didn't manage to get a single thing done in the battle, the least he can do is put his skills to good use. "If you or Zaya can keep an eye on this egg for a spell, I'm happy to gather supplies, or get us something to eat. I'm not sure how well everybody packed, but I've always lived outdoors. Just let me know what you need!" Grok punctuates his enthusiasm with a bright smile.