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anduin wrynn

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un: Black Prince; text | Sometime after he's recovered but before Lighthouse Fallout

[blackscales]

When you have the time, I have something for you. Come find me.

un: white pawn; text

[chosenbylight]

[Well, this is unexpected.]

Something for me?

Are you busy now?

[blackscales]

Now would suit. Somewhere private, I would recommend.

[ You know, as private as they can get given the circumstances. ]

[chosenbylight]

[Somewhere private... It is easier said than done, given that their group is all confined to the same space, at present. But Anduin gives it a thought before suggesting:]

We could meet down by the shore?

[Anduin doubts many people are all that keen to spend much time there these days, given recent events.]

[blackscales]

[ Works for him. He can stare thoughtfully at the mermaids, and the various shipwrecks. ]

Five minutes.

[ Enough time for Wrathion to pull on a coat and walk down, finding a spot out of reach of the mermaids where he can study them thoughtfully. ]

[chosenbylight]

As soon as Wrathion sent his confirmation, Anduin is bundling himself up for an outing as well. He's tied his hair back from his face with a bit of leather cord, though of course a few strands are already escaping in the wind by the time he makes his way down to meet Wrathion by the shore.

He smiles in greeting, reaching a hand up to do his best to tuck his hair out of his eyes, doing his best to hide his curiosity as he does.

"It seems quiet enough out here," he remarks. "I would almost call it scenic, if I didn't know any better."

text (the very next day after ending up in wrathion's room)

[reparo]

You know Wrathion very well, yes? You are aware of everything? You don't need to go into details, please just answer truthfully.

un: white pawn; text

[chosenbylight]

[Anduin isn't 100% sure what they are talking about here, but he can make some educated guesses.]

We have been friends since I was 14 years old, so yes. I would say that I know him fairly well.

Has something happened?

[Careful...]

1/3

[reparo]

Alright.

[reparo]

[How to put this as delicately as possible, in case Anduin DOESN'T know?]

[reparo]

I know what he is.

[chosenbylight]

[Ah.]

Did he tell you?

[Or has his curse gotten that bad?]

[reparo]

He did.

[chosenbylight]

[This is too dangerous to continue discussing over the pendants...]

I am making a pot of tea, if you would care to join me?

un: absterge | after anduin's unfortunate plank incident

[downswing]

( ...and how did sailors name him? )

'Pale-haired,' 'young.' 'Foreign.'

You nearly slipped to water.

un: white pawn

[chosenbylight]

[...ah. Perhaps it is a good thing that Wangji cannot see the frown coloring his features, just now.]

I did have help.

[downswing]

Brews exist. To steady sea legs.

[chosenbylight]

I grew up around the ocean, in a port city. It is not the ship itself that gives me trouble.

There were... creatures in the water. They called to me.

[downswing]

You heeded.

[chosenbylight]

I succumbed.

[No, he's not particularly proud of this. Can you tell?]

It would seem they have found a weakness in me.

@windstorm | audio

[weifinder]

Anduin, we've just. We're back from the dragon graveyard.

( a pause, inhaling: forced calm in his voice. )

Keep close to Wrathion. Magnus found a dragon's eye, he looked at Lethe—Lethe isn't alive.

( follow that trail to what it can mean, and to cain having been so disbelieving, you cannot have bonded dragons, it hasn't been long enough. )

Lethe has been dead since before we arrived.

@white pawn | audio

[chosenbylight]

[Anduin pauses to take in a deep breath as he processes this. Lethe -- the dragon that Wei Wuxian had been bound to since first coming to this place...]

Lethe...

Do you mean to say that -- all of the dragons in the city...?

[weifinder]

No. Not... not all. Cain's loaned dragons, the large ones, they lived. Lethe... Lethe did not.

( a deep breath in, then out. )

But until we're in Serthica, with either the scales we brought back or the eye Magnus found, we won't know. For them, or for any of Serthica's peoples. If they're dead, or if they're dolled.

[chosenbylight]

[That is -- less terrible than Anduin had initially interpreted this to be, but. It is still not good...]

I see. I -- am sorry, Wei Wuxian. I do not mean to upset you by inquiring further on this. But... I would ask that you tell me all that you can.

[A beat, as he deliberates how to phrase this.]

You understand as it is how this news will upset Wrathion.

[weifinder]

Why do you think I was reaching out to you?

( not even rhetorical, and stated without heat; he sighs afterward. )

He seems well bonded with Hermione as well, can you tell her? After we speak. Wrathion was upset enough I couldn't tell him what feeling the newborn dragons as dead meant, and with this, I fear the answer is more was lost five years ago than the citadel's been allowed to remember. And the dragons, who should see through it all, are being rendered selectively blind.