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15.Apr.13, 11:14 AM
"How far can a firelizard fly into the woods?" repeated M'din softly. He cracked his knuckles noisily, brow furrowed in thought. He sat cross-legged in the shade of his hut, thick body propped against Armath's hind leg. The brown's torso lazily splayed out into the bright spring sunshine. M'din could practically feel his dragon's upper lip curl into a smirk as he struggled with the riddle.
Go ahead and guess.
A cool gust of wind tore through the pages of M'din's book. He shut it quickly, unconcerned with the lack of a bookmark, as he never forgot his page number. "There's always a trick to these, but I can never get it," chuckled M'din. He strummed his fingers along the spine of his novel, not ready to admit defeat at the hands of another one of Armath's riddles. Pursing his lips, he said, "I don't think this is right, but... all the way through the woods?" He awkwardly grinned, beard rustling in the wind, painfully aware of his shoddy record in contests of intellect.
Armath flopped sideways to peer at his rider. What the hell sort of riddle would that be? I waited half the day for that piss-poor answer? I think not. Try again. He rolled back towards his hollow, wings blocking his head from the disgraceful riddler known as M'din.
With a sigh, M'din surveyed the sea of huts around him, hoping to find inspiration in the simple wooden structures. He had known Armath for 21 turns and, while his patience would wear thin in most areas, he could wait an eternity to see M'din solve a riddle. His dragon sometimes overestimated his cunning, in his opinion. Armath breathed deeply, seemingly asleep, half of his body still jutting out into the walkways. M'din tilted his head, brain finally operating at a speed faster than a crawl.
"Halfway," he said. He slicked back some strands of errant hair. "A fire lizard can go, um, halfway into the woods and halfway out of the woods?"
Armath abruptly turned about, projecting, Congratulations are in order, everyone. He solved a riddle meant for turnip-headed infants. Behold, the Riddle King resplendent. M'din laughed, swatting at him with his book.
Passersby ignored the dragon's announcement, as per usual, in favor of their chores. It was a fairly regular occurrence to hear Armath's dripping sarcasm from afar, and certainly didn't warrant slowing the rhythm of washing clothes or daily sweeping.
"That one didn't take me as long as they normally do," M'din muttered with a sheepish grin. You'd think I'd improve after all these years.
Armath shrugged lazily, You're just upset everyone knows you're the Riddle King now. They'll be challenging you left and right for the throne, I'm sure.
Go ahead and guess.
A cool gust of wind tore through the pages of M'din's book. He shut it quickly, unconcerned with the lack of a bookmark, as he never forgot his page number. "There's always a trick to these, but I can never get it," chuckled M'din. He strummed his fingers along the spine of his novel, not ready to admit defeat at the hands of another one of Armath's riddles. Pursing his lips, he said, "I don't think this is right, but... all the way through the woods?" He awkwardly grinned, beard rustling in the wind, painfully aware of his shoddy record in contests of intellect.
Armath flopped sideways to peer at his rider. What the hell sort of riddle would that be? I waited half the day for that piss-poor answer? I think not. Try again. He rolled back towards his hollow, wings blocking his head from the disgraceful riddler known as M'din.
With a sigh, M'din surveyed the sea of huts around him, hoping to find inspiration in the simple wooden structures. He had known Armath for 21 turns and, while his patience would wear thin in most areas, he could wait an eternity to see M'din solve a riddle. His dragon sometimes overestimated his cunning, in his opinion. Armath breathed deeply, seemingly asleep, half of his body still jutting out into the walkways. M'din tilted his head, brain finally operating at a speed faster than a crawl.
"Halfway," he said. He slicked back some strands of errant hair. "A fire lizard can go, um, halfway into the woods and halfway out of the woods?"
Armath abruptly turned about, projecting, Congratulations are in order, everyone. He solved a riddle meant for turnip-headed infants. Behold, the Riddle King resplendent. M'din laughed, swatting at him with his book.
Passersby ignored the dragon's announcement, as per usual, in favor of their chores. It was a fairly regular occurrence to hear Armath's dripping sarcasm from afar, and certainly didn't warrant slowing the rhythm of washing clothes or daily sweeping.
"That one didn't take me as long as they normally do," M'din muttered with a sheepish grin. You'd think I'd improve after all these years.
Armath shrugged lazily, You're just upset everyone knows you're the Riddle King now. They'll be challenging you left and right for the throne, I'm sure.
