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A lord Governor and a young Brass dragon [Open]

Not long after Stacy's announcement and the reunion with one of his adopted daughters, the young brass dragon Smoke, Bight had made his way to the transportation tubes, young and excited dragon in tow to begin the tour of the ship he had spent months on already. After a short explanation of how the transportation tubes worked he had stepped on in. The pair of them whisked up through the tubes up to the only accessable level above the living quarters, the Hanger on Smoke's request.

It wasn't long before Bight stepped out of the transport tube, no doubt followed by the young dragon after her first trip through Stacy's onboard transportation system. The older dragon waiting only a moment to give Smoke time to recover before leading her down the short passage that soon opened out into the massive cavern that was the Hanger bay, the bay was easily miles long and filled with near any vehicle one could concieve of, from what looked like horses with wheels in place of their hind and fore leg motor bikes he'd been told, to much larger four winged flying vehicles that made up one of the squadrons of Starfighter command, to the massive space faring vessel that took up a good portion of one end of the hanger bay, the flagship of Starfighter command, the Macross Quarter, a vessel over ten times as long as Crucible himself.

"Welcome Smoke, to the Hanger," He commented with his usual confident demeanor.

It was likely that the pair would not stay too long in the hanger bay itself, after all he had little doubt that Smoke would be eager to see any spot onboard ship, whether the City, Hydroponics or even wander the corridors themselves.

<small>((OOC: Feel free to run into Bight and Smoke in the Hanger, or anywhere onboard ship, as I've no doubt they'd go anywhere with the curiousity of a young dragon along with him! Just be sure to put the location of where the character would be running into them in the title!))</small>

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"Hurray!" Smoke shouted, finding herself next to the majectic bronze in his true form. That was definitely better than his human guise! She looked at him, admiring. Someday she herself would be as grandiose and powerful, shining with all teints of brass! But now she was going to fly with Crucible, and it was the coolest thing of all! "I'm ready!"

Crucible rumbled a deep chuckle at Smoke's excitement, a good thing to take her mind off everything else. He would make sure that she would have the chance to grow to become a fully fledged adult. At her signal he gave the smallest of nods as he unfurled his massive wings, "Then let us fly," he commented even as he gathered his powerful hinds and sprang into the air with a beat of his massive wings, sending a great gust of wind beneath him as he took to the air.

Smoke followed. She was a quick flyer, her wings weren't as great as Crucible's, but she herself was much less than he and more lightweighted. All in all, she couldn't fly up to Crucible's full speed, but he knew that and didn't move too fast.

The small brown brass-teinted wings moved next to bronze ones, the great space over the city was revealing itself, as well as the grandiose city itself. The air whistled around Smoke, and with every batting of her wings the new portions of this most fantastic city were revealed. She was happy to discover this new space while flying, happy to move, to dance on the wings. She was in her element, she was flying, she was free. She was a dragon.

She quickly looked at Crucible, then down on the city roofs.

"Wow it's more than Sanction!" she shouted. "And these people down there, do they see us? They definitely do! Yahooo!"

People in the city streets were indeed looking up, marveling at the sight of the great bronze dragon and a small brownish dragonlet flying over their heads.

Crucible winged his way higher above the city as Smoke joined him above, keeping his pace steady and slow enough for the much younger dragon to keep up with. The higher they rose the more of the city met their gaze. The city itself many many miles across as it stretched into the distance.

Once they leveled out, Crucible tilted his head to look back to her as she shouted, glancing down to those who she was referring to, "It is a vast city indeed, and indeed they do little one," He commented, hardly needing to raise his voice over the wind with his sheer size.

With but a slight tilt of his wings he drew a slow arch of a turn to bring the first few bends of the river that trailed out into the distance, "The river from what I am told is known as the Kohaku river, it is no ocean but it suffices for a relaxing dip, and there young Smoke is the Palace,"

"Right, it's your Palace!" the dragonlet answered. The sight of the palace from above was very familiar. Being a desert dragon by birth, Smoke wasn't fond of rivers, but it would be a good idea to drink a bit, if there isn't any decent meat to eat, at least drinking must be allowed to a dragonlet, right? "The river is nice to drink, I suppose. And what are these big high towers?" She pointed at a construction of Krynnish design, but unknown to her.

"Indeed, the water is quite fresh," He commented in return as they flew, at her question he looked to the towers she had pointed out, "That Smoke, is the Tower of High Sorcery of Wayreth, lacking its forest at the very least but intact in every other sense, it is where wizards go to learn their art, and take the Test should they be deemed capable to,"

"Ahh that's how they look like!" Smoke said, making a curve over the Tower. "And what's this?" The chosen building was definitely of alien design but she liked it somehow. "And this, and this, and this?"

(Feel free to name any city buildings :-) They all are interesting for Smoke)

"Indeed it is, very few indeed outside the orders of High sorcery have laid eyes on them until now," Crucible commented in reply as he let his gaze drift over the towers as he followed her curve. As he flew he explained which buildings and what they were as best as he knew.

(OOC: Shall have him mention any of the specific buildings when they fly over them, can't think of those that match that precisely in the time I've got here.)

They were flying all over the city, and Crucible was naming the buildings that caught Smoke's attention.

Then the little dragon felt a bit tired. She was thirsty and starting to feel hungry.

"Let's go to the river", she said. "I want to have a bit of water to drink." Smoke began to move lower.

All the way he named any that caught her attention all along their flight, noting her tiredness he dipped his head in a nod. "To the river then,"

Arching his flight path down toward the river, locating a suitable place to land he soon came into land with a few powerful back beats of his large wings before folding his wings in to give the much smaller dragon room to land.

Smoke landed gracefully, came up to the water and began drinking. The water was fresh and pleasant. The desert dragons don't need much water, so Smoke soon had quite enough. Then she noticed something else. The sky - or rather the illusion of it - was darkening. It was an evening.

Distressed, she turned to Crucible.

"You said, for a day", she said ruefully.

Crucible watched a moment as she landed before taking a good long draft of the fresh water. At her distress and question though he peered to the darkening sky before giving a soft rumbling chuckle.

"Worry not, little one, the sun rises and sets to a far faster schedule than normal, it is a full normal day for which you are here,"

"And I'm not sleepy yet!" Smoke said. "Where could we go now?"

"Of that I'd have little doubt," Crucible chuckled with a deep rumble, "There is the Tavern, the Drunken Dragon, there are usually a number of people there," He responded after a moment of thought, he was curious indeed if anyone had awoken for the draconian councilor that ran the tavern.

"The Tavern???" Smoke was amazed. She hadn't been to a tavern yet, taverns weren't considered suitable places for children. The idea of going to a tavern with her strict mentor fascinated her. "Let's fly there just now!"

Crucibles form rumbled with a deep chuckle at her reaction, peering down to her, "That young Smoke, is something we had best not do, the residents would not appreciate one as large as I dropping in on them, we will take the train closer and then walk the rest of the way from there,"

"What a pity", Smoke would prefer Crucible to stay in his true form and grandiosely fly to the tavern next to him. But the world was not too comfortable for the child's ideas. Anyway, the idea of going to the Tavern was great! "Let's go there, then!"

Crucible swung his head in the direction of the closest stop of the railway station, "We shall head that way, the train stops not far from here," He commented even as he swept the area with his gaze, making absolutely sure that no one else was around before his form shifted once more down to the form of the Lord Governor of Sanction.

Without waiting he strode off toward in the direction indicated, knowing that the young dragon could easily keep up as they moved to the stop even as one of the automated trains rolled on up, stepping on board and looking back to make sure Smoke got on as well.

Smoke chirped a little, disconcerted on seeing Crucible turning into his human form again. She wanted him to be a dragon, and only a dragon!

...But the tavern... people are so small and fragile, they would possibly really be scared of such a great dragon as Crucible was... In Sanction, they weren't afraid. But it wasn't Sanction, here people didn't know Crucible wouldn't eat them.

"I hope they won't be scared of me, over there in the tavern," she said, jumping into the train after Lord Bight. "I'm small so far."

To thing it over, Crucible in his true form would simply not fit into a tavern intended for humans!

Smoke curled on one of the train benches and prepared to enjoy the journey to the tavern.

"Indeed you are, for now," He commented with a light chuckle as he looked to her as she jumped on the train, there was more than one reason as to why he was not traveling there as Crucible, the fact that he simply wouldn't fit was indeed the least of those reasons.

Taking a seat on the train bench opposite Smoke even as the train pulled out of the station. The journey this time was longer than their first trip on the train, going around the loop that was train tracks, passing many different buildings in the artificial night of the City, before too long though the train had pulled to a stop not a short walk from their destination.

"Here we are," He commented even as he pushed himself up off the bench, straightening his robes unconsciously before stepping off the train and striding his way across toward the Tavern door, glancing up to the false dragon on the roof as he had the times he had visited the tavern previously. Gathering his thoughts, curious if Kang himself had had anyone of his own show up from Visitation day, wondering if the Draconian was even in.

Nevertheless, with no sign of outward hesitation in the least, after all he had to keep up a strong impression for the dragonlet following him as he pushed open the doors to the Tavern.

Smoke on her short paws followed Lord Bight into the tavern and looked around. The false dragon on the roof amused her, she would never think adults would play with such toys. But the tavern itself didn't disappoint her. It was a very adult place. Smoke was proud of herself that she was allowed here.

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