OOCI think we should wrap up the thread soon, guys. Twenty posts and a season later I think we’re good to go 
. How about Natsu replies with a regular post, then Lyn or I can end it? (We need Natsu to reply regularly because of all the questions asked of him)
It seemed Alia had met quite the group of people.
Not only could Natsu shapeshift, but Lyn'nice could tell what would grow and what wouldn't. Quite the set of powers, for a tiny clay squirrel and an ordinary-looking woman. Alia was glad she had decided to go out today, despite the water and rain. She had two new acquaintances, and two new races to learn about.
Speaking of learning about races, Alia wondered about what Natsu had meant about shapeshifting. She knew the mouse was made of clay, but she had assumed it was hardened clay, not the molding kind. Then again, if it had been hardened, how would the tiny sculpture move? It certainly wouldn’t be comfortable, even if it was his own skin.
”You can… Shapeshift?”
It seemed like quite a strange thing to do, especially if one did not use magics. Was it some sort of perk to being a pycon? Could they mold themselves at will, as if molding a sculpture? Then again, they were sculptures, weren’t they? Pycons were just tiny molded creatures, given the ability to live and breath. More living than breathing though, as it seemed like it would be hard to breath in lungs made of clay.
”I mean, could you mold yourself easily, so if you wanted, say, smaller or larger wings, could you just get someone to manipulate them, and it would be done? Or can you just wish it to happen, and it becomes so?”
It was an interesting topic, and Alia was learning quite a lot from her two newest companions. Konti were part fish, Pycons were made entirely out of clay, and Riverfall was the place where misfits met.
Lyn spoke to Natsu next, once again offering to share a seat with the Pycon for Alia’s play. She was looking forward to the play, as it would be a rare opportunity to show off her skills to someone who actually cared, instead of just a regular audience. Not that a regular audience was bad, but having friends watching made the entire thing seem more… Special. Like she had something to prove, as if her friends were the judge of her skill, though they weren’t.
While Lyn’nice spoke on about the play, Alia let her mind drift, thinking about friendships, Pycons, the Konti, her mind washed over all of the topics like a wave. Questions flooded her mind, mostly about Pycons, as they were so different. She wondered about many things, if Pycons could float if they changed form to a boat, if they could fly if they crafted themselves wings… As Lyn’nice finished talking, Alia made a note to ask Natsu her questions later. Right now, though, she spoke to Lyn’nice.
”Thanks for coming, both of you. I mean, coming here, and planning to come to the play. I hope to see you again sometime…”
Alia swiped a look at the now near-setting sun, trying to indicate that it was far too late to continue talking for much longer. ”...but for now, I think this is goodbye.”
. How about Natsu replies with a regular post, then Lyn or I can end it? (We need Natsu to reply regularly because of all the questions asked of him)It seemed Alia had met quite the group of people.
Not only could Natsu shapeshift, but Lyn'nice could tell what would grow and what wouldn't. Quite the set of powers, for a tiny clay squirrel and an ordinary-looking woman. Alia was glad she had decided to go out today, despite the water and rain. She had two new acquaintances, and two new races to learn about.
Speaking of learning about races, Alia wondered about what Natsu had meant about shapeshifting. She knew the mouse was made of clay, but she had assumed it was hardened clay, not the molding kind. Then again, if it had been hardened, how would the tiny sculpture move? It certainly wouldn’t be comfortable, even if it was his own skin.
”You can… Shapeshift?”
It seemed like quite a strange thing to do, especially if one did not use magics. Was it some sort of perk to being a pycon? Could they mold themselves at will, as if molding a sculpture? Then again, they were sculptures, weren’t they? Pycons were just tiny molded creatures, given the ability to live and breath. More living than breathing though, as it seemed like it would be hard to breath in lungs made of clay.
”I mean, could you mold yourself easily, so if you wanted, say, smaller or larger wings, could you just get someone to manipulate them, and it would be done? Or can you just wish it to happen, and it becomes so?”
It was an interesting topic, and Alia was learning quite a lot from her two newest companions. Konti were part fish, Pycons were made entirely out of clay, and Riverfall was the place where misfits met.
Lyn spoke to Natsu next, once again offering to share a seat with the Pycon for Alia’s play. She was looking forward to the play, as it would be a rare opportunity to show off her skills to someone who actually cared, instead of just a regular audience. Not that a regular audience was bad, but having friends watching made the entire thing seem more… Special. Like she had something to prove, as if her friends were the judge of her skill, though they weren’t.
While Lyn’nice spoke on about the play, Alia let her mind drift, thinking about friendships, Pycons, the Konti, her mind washed over all of the topics like a wave. Questions flooded her mind, mostly about Pycons, as they were so different. She wondered about many things, if Pycons could float if they changed form to a boat, if they could fly if they crafted themselves wings… As Lyn’nice finished talking, Alia made a note to ask Natsu her questions later. Right now, though, she spoke to Lyn’nice.
”Thanks for coming, both of you. I mean, coming here, and planning to come to the play. I hope to see you again sometime…”
Alia swiped a look at the now near-setting sun, trying to indicate that it was far too late to continue talking for much longer. ”...but for now, I think this is goodbye.”
