This is a surprise, but there's only a moment or two of confusion as she sifts through her memories (the weeks before are a little fuzzy, but... she remembers talking about butterflies, with someone. And with these animals that have appeared...
With a smile, she brings her finger up to her nose to try and ease the butterfly onto it so she can get a better look at it. If this is what she thinks, then nearby, there should be...]
Hua Cheng?
[Her daemon, at least, isn't staying still. The small, crimson dragon is headed over in Hua Cheng's direction, and will stop in front of him and look up at him curiously.]
[ The static buzzes in his ears, but Hua Cheng doesn't pay it any mind. Instead, he leans down, offering the dragon his still-intact hand for its inspection. ]
I remembered our discussion, no matter how fuzzy it was at the edges. I thought you might like to see it, even if it's not one of my actual butterflies, but instead a companion from the Realm.
[ The butterfly does move to her hand, lazily opening and closing its wings so that she can see the subtle patterns and luminescence of it. ]
[He will not, because apparently this dragon represents Yona's soul, and Yona is quite fond of Hua Cheng. So! The dragon has been picked up and looks very content to have it's snout scritched.]
I see... how interesting. I bet there are a lot of uses for their silk, too.
[...can she pet the butterfly? She's going to attempt to. Very, very carefully.]
[ Good because he likes this dragon far more than he does the dinosaurs, and will come join her properly as he finds all the right places for scratch. ]
It's difficult to break, so it's useful for binding as well as weaving. I don't do much of the latter, myself, but it's still something of use.
[ Since it's not a real butterfly, yeah, she can pet it without damaging anything or brushing off scales. It goes still to let her, even. ]
Maybe I should start raising butterflies when I get home.
[Haha, no.
She's got dragons to look after, anyway. Her crimson dragon looks content to be scratched, then scrambles up to settle itself on Hua Cheng's shoulders. This is its perch now.
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dawnblushed) wrote2020-10-11 02:46 pm
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This is a surprise, but there's only a moment or two of confusion as she sifts through her memories (the weeks before are a little fuzzy, but... she remembers talking about butterflies, with someone. And with these animals that have appeared...
With a smile, she brings her finger up to her nose to try and ease the butterfly onto it so she can get a better look at it. If this is what she thinks, then nearby, there should be...]
Hua Cheng?
[Her daemon, at least, isn't staying still. The small, crimson dragon is headed over in Hua Cheng's direction, and will stop in front of him and look up at him curiously.]
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I remembered our discussion, no matter how fuzzy it was at the edges. I thought you might like to see it, even if it's not one of my actual butterflies, but instead a companion from the Realm.
[ The butterfly does move to her hand, lazily opening and closing its wings so that she can see the subtle patterns and luminescence of it. ]
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It's really beautiful.
[She smiles down at the little butterfly, taking in the patterns on its wings.]
A whole flock of them must be amazing.
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I found a way to breed them, so I harvest their silk and there's a rather unending supply of them. A flock could be innumerable depending on the need.
[ He comes closer while the daemon flutters its wings, like it's puffing up. ]
Not quite as sharp like this, though.
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I see... how interesting. I bet there are a lot of uses for their silk, too.
[...can she pet the butterfly? She's going to attempt to. Very, very carefully.]
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It's difficult to break, so it's useful for binding as well as weaving. I don't do much of the latter, myself, but it's still something of use.
[ Since it's not a real butterfly, yeah, she can pet it without damaging anything or brushing off scales. It goes still to let her, even. ]
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[Haha, no.
She's got dragons to look after, anyway. Her crimson dragon looks content to be scratched, then scrambles up to settle itself on Hua Cheng's shoulders. This is its perch now.
Meanwhile, she keeps admiring the butterfly.]