Posts by Sylvania

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  • find yourself a wife and settle down // dorne message

    [justify]"What's Dorne?" Asked the Targaryen as she squinted her orbs, trying to hop up and down to get a glimpse over the High Queen's shoulder as well-- but it was useless because she was illiterate and also too small yet to really tower over everyone yet. She hadn't known that her family had a rivalry with them, and she had yet to find out how much Targaryens were truly mistrusted because of the rebellion. But like Moonstruck, she would keep her last name til the very end to make Boreas and Skyrim proud.

  • THIS IS YOUR HEART ( open + gifts )

    [justify]Trekking forward was Sylvania, instantly excited about gifts; although she did not openly express it, she tried her best to hide her small grin as she went through the little sack that was settled beside the member of the Second Sons. She wanted to see if they had a certain item she was looking for-- jewels. And indeed they did! Slipping some opalite into her toothy mouth, the young dragon quickly 'stole' the mineral and retreated back where she came from. She darted in and out like a chipmunk running from a hawk.

  • walking on sunshine || open - truth or dare

    [justify]Truth or dare was not a game that Sylvania got to play yet-- she did not know how it operated, but hopefully she would find out and then finally be able to participate. Maybe it was easy, maybe it was hard, however she would not be able to tell until the game finally started.

  • OPEN, INJURY // NO MORE SIGHIN', LYIN', OR DYIN'

    [justify]Flying was instinctive, yet had to be learned at a young age if you wanted to program it into your kid's skull-- like math, reading, or literally anything at all. Sylvania did not have Boreas around to teach her how to fly, and she was quite sure that Skyrim no longer had a dragon body (or at least, to her own knowledge). So what'd she have to do? She had to teach herself!


    The Targaryen managed to climb up a tree in one of the territories, unsure of where exactly she was only because she hadn't yet gone to many places in Westeros yet. It wasn't too cold, so it probably wasn't the Starks' land, but either way it didn't matter to her. If she learned how to fly, then she would be able to zip on out of here and head back to where her house was. The spotty dragon was fairly confident that she'd be able to learn today anyway, so no problems were really processed until it was too late.


    As she wobbled on the branch, the four-legged reptile flapped her feathery red wings and prepared to lift off. And then, finally, she jumped as she flapped her wings crazily-- she had trouble staying afloat, and for a moment she successfully glided down forward. However, it seemed as though she lost her concentration and was crashing down to the hard ground, landing straight on her wing. She heard a crunch, and followed by that soft crunch was a loud and abrupt scream. "OW!"


    TL;DR - Sylvania fell on her right wing and broke it; permission to powerplay healing injuries is granted