there ain't language for the things i've seen

[alankazam]

WHO: Alan + Kain, Medicine Seller, Thingol, Bruce, Jaime + OTA
WHAT: Gotta catch 'em all
WHEN: Post-Winter Palace
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: N/A

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[amygdalae]

The dracolisk brings its snout closer to that extended hand, pausing for another moment before it begins to sniff at his fingers. It continues to do that until the roll comes out, and instantly its attention is redirected to the promise of food. When Alan waves the roll it moves closer towards the offered food, letting out a low grunting sound while its nostrils flare and its tail flicks just once.

[alankazam]

Alan takes a long step back, attempting to lead the thing away.

Were the path clear, perhaps this would work. Perhaps it wouldn't. Either way, he'd be a whole lot less likely to trip over the edge of a tent stake, and (brief attempts to balance thwarted by the sudden spasm of his healing side) go crashing into the cloth, bringing the front entrance down abruptly.

The roll's still in hand — which is to say, it's on the ground tangled in a mass of hangings and rope and snow, attached to a desperately scrabbling young man.

[amygdalae]

Dracolisks don't really care for collateral damage or whatever humans do to themselves - or at the very least, this particular one doesn't care. If anything its just much more interested in the food it had been offered, and though it was surprised for a moment at the mess the human made, its attention is quickly taken by the roll.

So it simply does what is the most logical thing for it to do - that is to trot past the flailing human and go to where the roll is and trying to take it off the ground. Or from the desperately scrabbling young man. Either way, its trying to get to its food and there's clearly nothing wrong with that.

[alankazam]

THE SCORE

Unnamed Dracolisk: 01
Alan Fane, professional wizard: 00

Wasted. It's going to be a while before he manages to get up, guiltily trailing tentcloth in his wake.

[amygdalae]

Fortunately (or unfortunately), after all the commotion that had occurred, it doesn't take long before somebody actually comes to check on the situation.

And that somebody, of course, happens to be Bruce.

"I told you not to--oh." He pauses in the middle of berating the now currently happily chewing dracolisk, looking at Alan and the mess around him and quickly goes over towards him. "Are you alright? Do you need help?"

[alankazam]

"I — ah —" Alan shakes his leg free of what was, until recently, an improvised clothesline. Is it too late to claim he was just passing through? Probably. "— I was looking for Anders?"

And definitely not getting sidetracked by anything that looks remotely like a dragon. He shoots a wild look over his shoulder to the dracolisk, sags with abrupt relief to see it still occupied.

"But I don't think he's in right now. Are you, is that yours?"

[amygdalae]

Bruce pauses for a moment since he does have to digest for looking for Anders would equate to everything that he's seeing right now, but at this point he knows better than to ask. At least it seemed like nobody was really hurt. At least physically.

"It's not his shift." And that's all Bruce will say about him; his feelings to Anders aren't as hostile as before, but he still very much prefers the lack of association. At his next words Bruce glances at the dracolisk in question, watching unimpressively as it continues to happily chew down the free food it had gotten.

After a bit Bruce looks back at him. "It's... under my care, yes." A pause. "Did it do something?"

[alankazam]

"He's beautiful," The dracolisk, not Anders. Alan's tastes typically run a little less terrorist-y. "Or she, I suppose."

But that appreciation doesn't mean he looks any less harried for it.

"Friendly, too."

[amygdalae]

"Uh." It takes a moment for Bruce to really process the response. He blinks once, twice, then turns towards the dracolisk and starts to try and get it away from the general mess.

"My apologies," he says while doing so. "It likes to do its own thing."