Lo Alyssa
Close you eyes, and open your mind
"Did you get the answer you wanted?" He asked Aggie with his eyes still closed, holding his form, "Or did she speak in riddles like she did for the thief?" He certainly hoped Aggie got a better answer than his kinsman.
The Sphinx raised her eyebrows in amusement at the elf's... 'questions.' She gave a low chuckle before speaking, "I imagine that would be most uncomfortable. Very creative and... humorous answer, indeed." She shifted her massive body, pondering the next- more serious question, "It does get quite boring, admittedly. These riddles and questions were quite entertaining for me, despite how short lived this moment is compared to the hundreds of years I've existed. I usually would either spend my time napping, meditating, or scrying into the future. That is why I know so much." She winked, "Is there a legitimate question you have more me, young elf? Or have you simply come over here to entertain a poor and bored old beast such as myself."
"Och, I am sure it will be fine. I have been doing this for five hundred years after all." Svetlana mumbled as she looked at the goggles, listening intently to Nick's explanations of them. She was in the midst of pondering when Foxrun approached from behind. "Hm?" She looked up at him, "Oh, yes. I do believe a rune will work. It is just difficult to choose one that will be compatible all the while fix the problem properly. Thankfully, there is a large alphabet of runes, as well as countless combinations, and I know most of them." She pulled out her long-knife, runes strewn across the surface, "Such as this lovely thing." She said proudly, "I've had this since I was a youngling, and but a novice with magic. I have only added to it as I've grown, it's quite powerful." She put it back in it's sheathe and redirected her attention to Nick's goggles. "I think I have one that will work efficiently enough without interfering with the mechanisms." She said, her hand slightly pulsed with magic as she swept it along the bridge. A faint rune appeared on the frame, "Here, see if it works better now." She said, handing them back to the alchemist.
Lucas had been sticking close to his sister through the whole game of riddles and the moments after, and despite how exciting the whole experience was, he found himself bored again and far too scared to approach the Sphinx even though he knew he might never get the chance to see one again. He sighed, eyeing the room, looking for someone to follow. But it seemed they were all otherwise engaged. He then decided to leave the pyramid and return outside- where it was less stuffy and crowded. He jogged through the hallways and turned the corner, and was then met with Hjalmar the thief. Seeing as how he was by himself, aside from the horses he was tending, Lucas decided to go and speak with him, "You have fancy swords for a thief, did you steal them?" He asked as he approached, "I- I don't mean that in a snooty way, I really am curious." He added, realizing the question may be taken the wrong way.
Hjalmar turned and raised an eyebrow, "Well... yes and no."
"What do you mean?" The boy asked quizzically.
"I forged them myself, but I stole the parts to make it." He laughed, "And what about yours? Yours is also quite fancy. I doubt you got it because of your title, seeing as how you haven't been living like a royal your whole life. Do you have a questionable past that nobody knows about?" He joked.
"No!" Lucas giggled, "Lucasta had hers and mine made by a blacksmith in Brink."
"Hmm," Hjalmar tilted his head slightly, "Would you mind if I looked at it?" He asked, almost forgetting his reputation. But surprisingly, the prince obliged. He unsheathed it and offered the hilt, no distrust whatsoever. Perhaps it was his young age. Hjalmar took it, weighing it in his hand, swinging it around a couple times- pulling off some cool moves before handing it back. "Show off." Lucas teased, tucking the sword away in his belt.
"Well, of course!" Hjalmar placed his hand on the boy's shoulder, "How else are you gonna woo the ladies?"
Before Lucas could retort, a blur of fur zoomed in front of him, nearly knocking him off his feet in surprise. It was the corgi that belonged to Aggie, "Pippa!" Lucas exclaimed happily, before scooping the dog up into his arms, "You can move pretty fast for something so chubby."
@/Tater
The Sphinx raised her eyebrows in amusement at the elf's... 'questions.' She gave a low chuckle before speaking, "I imagine that would be most uncomfortable. Very creative and... humorous answer, indeed." She shifted her massive body, pondering the next- more serious question, "It does get quite boring, admittedly. These riddles and questions were quite entertaining for me, despite how short lived this moment is compared to the hundreds of years I've existed. I usually would either spend my time napping, meditating, or scrying into the future. That is why I know so much." She winked, "Is there a legitimate question you have more me, young elf? Or have you simply come over here to entertain a poor and bored old beast such as myself."
"Och, I am sure it will be fine. I have been doing this for five hundred years after all." Svetlana mumbled as she looked at the goggles, listening intently to Nick's explanations of them. She was in the midst of pondering when Foxrun approached from behind. "Hm?" She looked up at him, "Oh, yes. I do believe a rune will work. It is just difficult to choose one that will be compatible all the while fix the problem properly. Thankfully, there is a large alphabet of runes, as well as countless combinations, and I know most of them." She pulled out her long-knife, runes strewn across the surface, "Such as this lovely thing." She said proudly, "I've had this since I was a youngling, and but a novice with magic. I have only added to it as I've grown, it's quite powerful." She put it back in it's sheathe and redirected her attention to Nick's goggles. "I think I have one that will work efficiently enough without interfering with the mechanisms." She said, her hand slightly pulsed with magic as she swept it along the bridge. A faint rune appeared on the frame, "Here, see if it works better now." She said, handing them back to the alchemist.
Lucas had been sticking close to his sister through the whole game of riddles and the moments after, and despite how exciting the whole experience was, he found himself bored again and far too scared to approach the Sphinx even though he knew he might never get the chance to see one again. He sighed, eyeing the room, looking for someone to follow. But it seemed they were all otherwise engaged. He then decided to leave the pyramid and return outside- where it was less stuffy and crowded. He jogged through the hallways and turned the corner, and was then met with Hjalmar the thief. Seeing as how he was by himself, aside from the horses he was tending, Lucas decided to go and speak with him, "You have fancy swords for a thief, did you steal them?" He asked as he approached, "I- I don't mean that in a snooty way, I really am curious." He added, realizing the question may be taken the wrong way.
Hjalmar turned and raised an eyebrow, "Well... yes and no."
"What do you mean?" The boy asked quizzically.
"I forged them myself, but I stole the parts to make it." He laughed, "And what about yours? Yours is also quite fancy. I doubt you got it because of your title, seeing as how you haven't been living like a royal your whole life. Do you have a questionable past that nobody knows about?" He joked.
"No!" Lucas giggled, "Lucasta had hers and mine made by a blacksmith in Brink."
"Hmm," Hjalmar tilted his head slightly, "Would you mind if I looked at it?" He asked, almost forgetting his reputation. But surprisingly, the prince obliged. He unsheathed it and offered the hilt, no distrust whatsoever. Perhaps it was his young age. Hjalmar took it, weighing it in his hand, swinging it around a couple times- pulling off some cool moves before handing it back. "Show off." Lucas teased, tucking the sword away in his belt.
"Well, of course!" Hjalmar placed his hand on the boy's shoulder, "How else are you gonna woo the ladies?"
Before Lucas could retort, a blur of fur zoomed in front of him, nearly knocking him off his feet in surprise. It was the corgi that belonged to Aggie, "Pippa!" Lucas exclaimed happily, before scooping the dog up into his arms, "You can move pretty fast for something so chubby."
@/Tater
