Chapter 638: Quetzalcoatl
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Reima was sitting atop the Chaos Temple, the place being suitable for any dangerous large scale magic due to its location. In his hand sat the Sage's journal, or at least, the copy of the real one. He'd skimmed through the pages during Yennefer and Ciri's display but had a chance to analyse the contents of it properly this time.
Reima "This one creates a psuedo-black hole that would implode objects when shot at them... And this... Is a pseudo-black hole..." he sighs, "Aren't most of these just varients on black holes? I mean, sure they're powerful but maybe some more creative spells would've been better..." he mutters to himself.
The head of the Everlasting Dragon towers about him as it appraisingly glares at him, "Perhaps it is your role to create such spells?" it muses.
Reima shakes his head, "Nah, doubt it... I've never been all that creative anyway... I mean, look at my city, it's literally just stone plated in gold..."
The dragon slowly nods, "Regardless of it's materials, I find it appealing."
Reima snorts, "Well yeah, you're a dragon, gold's kinda your thing." he says flipping through another page.
"Do not forget that you are a dragon yourself, perhaps it is this that pushed you to make such a city." he says, backing away and sitting back down in its usual spot.
Reima shrugs to himself, wondering if that really was the reason... Or if he just wanted to flex on his enemies. Regardless he continued reading through the journal, scowling at the part that hadn't been translated yet.
"Reima?" a voice asks a couple minutes later, causing him to turn around.
Reima "Ciri?" he asks in confusion, her never having come up to the Chaos Temple before.
Ciri walks up the rather perilous position his was seated on and sits next to him, "I-I need your help to complete my animagus transformation..." she asks.
Reima leans his head to the side, "Finally stopped being angry at me?" he asks sarcastically.
Ciri sighs and shakes her head, not replying to his question, "Will you help me?"
Reima scratches the back of his head, the wind beginning to pick up and blowing his long hair back, "The wind's howling... Er, I mean yeah... Sure."
Ciri isn't really sure what "Wind's howling" means, but she's heard Geralt say it to himself a number of times... Must be a Witcher thing, that or he's inherited a twitch. "Then, do you have time now?"
Reima nods and Ciri sits down on her knees in a medatative pose, her breathing slows and her heart rate follows suit.
She falls into a meditative trance, again, finding herself flying above the clouds where she'd previously met her animagus form. However, she doesn't see the creature anywhere, she flies around, her tail allowing her to move through the air with ease... But no matter how far she flew, or how much she looked, she simply couldn't find it.
...
Her feathers?
...
She looks behind her and sees a tail covered in green feathers, the tip of it being plumed in an array of rainbow-colored feathers that seems to mesmerise her senses. The underside of her body was covered in a stone-like material that had many carving like symbols displayed on it, and even without a mirror nearby, she could tell her face was made of the same stone line material. Her eyes glowed turquoise, no actual eye being visible through it.
Her body had no legs or arms, only two sets of wings, one larger than the other. It was difficult to tell how big she was due to her currently flying among the clouds.
Reima had been watching closely as Ciri's body began to morph, it didn't actually take all that long for her to transform, becoming a creature as long as the Everlasting Dragon, though she weighed nowhere near as much as them due to them being an Eastern Dragon, more serpent than the Dragons of this world.
Certainly, she was much, much larger than his own animagus form though, something his ego might never recover from...
Reima "Ciri!" he shouts as the dragon sits in the air, it's wings not even having to move to stay airborne.
Ciri is jolted from her vision, looking downwards at the voice and seeing the Chaos Temple, all of the Chaos Servants and trainee's looking up at her in awe.
Reima "Ciri! You awake!?" he shouts, trying to get her attention.
She twists her body in a way that looked impossible to a mortal viewer, approaching Reima's relatively small form with her head. "Yes?" she asks, her voice gentle, as if it were the wind itself, her mouth and jaws not even moving to speak.
Reima grins and gives a thumbs up, "Congratulations."
At this she finally realises she'd completed her animagus transformation, it being so comfortable and innate to her that she'd thought nothing of it.
The Everlasting Dragon looks over, causing Ciri's body to freeze up, her instincts calling for her to flee. "Interesting form young one, I've seen nothing like it before."
...
The fear gradually disappeared, but she could now appreciate just how most dragons felt around them. "I feel as if I could fly from one end of the continent to the other." she says, twirling around and darting forwards, unconsciously teleporting a mile ahead.
....
Ciri "I'm going to need some practise with this" she mutters, not having intended to teleport there.
Reima and the Everlasting Dragon could still hear her speak, despite her being so far away. "Why don't you follow her in your own form young one?"
...
Reima shakes his head with a sour expression, "Yeah... No chance."
Ciri slowly flies back after doing some airborne maneuvers and her body dissipates into turquoise particles as she transforms back into her human body.
Reima "Youknow, we need to give your new form a name..."
...
Ciri knows what's coming next and tries to put her own forward, "How about Gust?"
Reima shakes his head, "It sounds alright, but I've already thought one up... Limbless."
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Reima was sitting atop the Chaos Temple, the place being suitable for any dangerous large scale magic due to its location. In his hand sat the Sage's journal, or at least, the copy of the real one. He'd skimmed through the pages during Yennefer and Ciri's display but had a chance to analyse the contents of it properly this time.
Reima "This one creates a psuedo-black hole that would implode objects when shot at them... And this... Is a pseudo-black hole..." he sighs, "Aren't most of these just varients on black holes? I mean, sure they're powerful but maybe some more creative spells would've been better..." he mutters to himself.
The head of the Everlasting Dragon towers about him as it appraisingly glares at him, "Perhaps it is your role to create such spells?" it muses.
Reima shakes his head, "Nah, doubt it... I've never been all that creative anyway... I mean, look at my city, it's literally just stone plated in gold..."
The dragon slowly nods, "Regardless of it's materials, I find it appealing."
Reima snorts, "Well yeah, you're a dragon, gold's kinda your thing." he says flipping through another page.
"Do not forget that you are a dragon yourself, perhaps it is this that pushed you to make such a city." he says, backing away and sitting back down in its usual spot.
Reima shrugs to himself, wondering if that really was the reason... Or if he just wanted to flex on his enemies. Regardless he continued reading through the journal, scowling at the part that hadn't been translated yet.
"Reima?" a voice asks a couple minutes later, causing him to turn around.
Reima "Ciri?" he asks in confusion, her never having come up to the Chaos Temple before.
Ciri walks up the rather perilous position his was seated on and sits next to him, "I-I need your help to complete my animagus transformation..." she asks.
Reima leans his head to the side, "Finally stopped being angry at me?" he asks sarcastically.
Ciri sighs and shakes her head, not replying to his question, "Will you help me?"
Reima scratches the back of his head, the wind beginning to pick up and blowing his long hair back, "The wind's howling... Er, I mean yeah... Sure."
Ciri isn't really sure what "Wind's howling" means, but she's heard Geralt say it to himself a number of times... Must be a Witcher thing, that or he's inherited a twitch. "Then, do you have time now?"
Reima nods and Ciri sits down on her knees in a medatative pose, her breathing slows and her heart rate follows suit.
She falls into a meditative trance, again, finding herself flying above the clouds where she'd previously met her animagus form. However, she doesn't see the creature anywhere, she flies around, her tail allowing her to move through the air with ease... But no matter how far she flew, or how much she looked, she simply couldn't find it.
...
Her feathers?
...
She looks behind her and sees a tail covered in green feathers, the tip of it being plumed in an array of rainbow-colored feathers that seems to mesmerise her senses. The underside of her body was covered in a stone-like material that had many carving like symbols displayed on it, and even without a mirror nearby, she could tell her face was made of the same stone line material. Her eyes glowed turquoise, no actual eye being visible through it.
Her body had no legs or arms, only two sets of wings, one larger than the other. It was difficult to tell how big she was due to her currently flying among the clouds.
Reima had been watching closely as Ciri's body began to morph, it didn't actually take all that long for her to transform, becoming a creature as long as the Everlasting Dragon, though she weighed nowhere near as much as them due to them being an Eastern Dragon, more serpent than the Dragons of this world.
Certainly, she was much, much larger than his own animagus form though, something his ego might never recover from...
Reima "Ciri!" he shouts as the dragon sits in the air, it's wings not even having to move to stay airborne.
Ciri is jolted from her vision, looking downwards at the voice and seeing the Chaos Temple, all of the Chaos Servants and trainee's looking up at her in awe.
Reima "Ciri! You awake!?" he shouts, trying to get her attention.
She twists her body in a way that looked impossible to a mortal viewer, approaching Reima's relatively small form with her head. "Yes?" she asks, her voice gentle, as if it were the wind itself, her mouth and jaws not even moving to speak.
Reima grins and gives a thumbs up, "Congratulations."
At this she finally realises she'd completed her animagus transformation, it being so comfortable and innate to her that she'd thought nothing of it.
The Everlasting Dragon looks over, causing Ciri's body to freeze up, her instincts calling for her to flee. "Interesting form young one, I've seen nothing like it before."
...
The fear gradually disappeared, but she could now appreciate just how most dragons felt around them. "I feel as if I could fly from one end of the continent to the other." she says, twirling around and darting forwards, unconsciously teleporting a mile ahead.
....
Ciri "I'm going to need some practise with this" she mutters, not having intended to teleport there.
Reima and the Everlasting Dragon could still hear her speak, despite her being so far away. "Why don't you follow her in your own form young one?"
...
Reima shakes his head with a sour expression, "Yeah... No chance."
Ciri slowly flies back after doing some airborne maneuvers and her body dissipates into turquoise particles as she transforms back into her human body.
Reima "Youknow, we need to give your new form a name..."
...
Ciri knows what's coming next and tries to put her own forward, "How about Gust?"
Reima shakes his head, "It sounds alright, but I've already thought one up... Limbless."
Reima was sitting atop the Chaos Temple, the place being suitable for any dangerous large scale magic due to its location. In his hand sat the Sage's journal, or at least, the copy of the real one. He'd skimmed through the pages during Yennefer and Ciri's display but had a chance to analyse the contents of it properly this time.Reima "This one creates a psuedo-black hole that would implode objects when shot at them... And this... Is a pseudo-black hole..." he sighs, "Aren't most of these just varients on black holes? I mean, sure they're powerful but maybe some more creative spells would've been better..." he mutters to himself.The head of the Everlasting Dragon towers about him as it appraisingly glares at him, "Perhaps it is your role to create such spells?" it muses.Reima shakes his head, "Nah, doubt it... I've never been all that creative anyway... I mean, look at my city, it's literally just stone plated in gold..."The dragon slowly nods, "Regardless of it's materials, I find it appealing."Reima snorts, "Well yeah, you're a dragon, gold's kinda your thing." he says flipping through another page."Do not forget that you are a dragon yourself, perhaps it is this that pushed you to make such a city." he says, backing away and sitting back down in its usual spot.Reima shrugs to himself, wondering if that really was the reason... Or if he just wanted to flex on his enemies. Regardless he continued reading through the journal, scowling at the part that hadn't been translated yet."Reima?" a voice asks a couple minutes later, causing him to turn around.Reima "Ciri?" he asks in confusion, her never having come up to the Chaos Temple before.Ciri walks up the rather perilous position his was seated on and sits next to him, "I-I need your help to complete my animagus transformation..." she asks.Reima leans his head to the side, "Finally stopped being angry at me?" he asks sarcastically.Ciri sighs and shakes her head, not replying to his question, "Will you help me?"Reima scratches the back of his head, the wind beginning to pick up and blowing his long hair back, "The wind's howling... Er, I mean yeah... Sure."Ciri isn't really sure what "Wind's howling" means, but she's heard Geralt say it to himself a number of times... Must be a Witcher thing, that or he's inherited a twitch. "Then, do you have time now?"Reima nods and Ciri sits down on her knees in a medatative pose, her breathing slows and her heart rate follows suit.She falls into a meditative trance, again, finding herself flying above the clouds where she'd previously met her animagus form. However, she doesn't see the creature anywhere, she flies around, her tail allowing her to move through the air with ease... But no matter how far she flew, or how much she looked, she simply couldn't find it....Her feathers?...She looks behind her and sees a tail covered in green feathers, the tip of it being plumed in an array of rainbow-colored feathers that seems to mesmerise her senses. The underside of her body was covered in a stone-like material that had many carving like symbols displayed on it, and even without a mirror nearby, she could tell her face was made of the same stone line material. Her eyes glowed turquoise, no actual eye being visible through it.Her body had no legs or arms, only two sets of wings, one larger than the other. It was difficult to tell how big she was due to her currently flying among the clouds.Reima had been watching closely as Ciri's body began to morph, it didn't actually take all that long for her to transform, becoming a creature as long as the Everlasting Dragon, though she weighed nowhere near as much as them due to them being an Eastern Dragon, more serpent than the Dragons of this world.Certainly, she was much, much larger than his own animagus form though, something his ego might never recover from...Reima "Ciri!" he shouts as the dragon sits in the air, it's wings not even having to move to stay airborne.Ciri is jolted from her vision, looking downwards at the voice and seeing the Chaos Temple, all of the Chaos Servants and trainee's looking up at her in awe.Reima "Ciri! You awake!?" he shouts, trying to get her attention.She twists her body in a way that looked impossible to a mortal viewer, approaching Reima's relatively small form with her head. "Yes?" she asks, her voice gentle, as if it were the wind itself, her mouth and jaws not even moving to speak.Reima grins and gives a thumbs up, "Congratulations."At this she finally realises she'd completed her animagus transformation, it being so comfortable and innate to her that she'd thought nothing of it.The Everlasting Dragon looks over, causing Ciri's body to freeze up, her instincts calling for her to flee. "Interesting form young one, I've seen nothing like it before."...The fear gradually disappeared, but she could now appreciate just how most dragons felt around them. "I feel as if I could fly from one end of the continent to the other." she says, twirling around and darting forwards, unconsciously teleporting a mile ahead.....Ciri "I'm going to need some practise with this" she mutters, not having intended to teleport there.Reima and the Everlasting Dragon could still hear her speak, despite her being so far away. "Why don't you follow her in your own form young one?"...Reima shakes his head with a sour expression, "Yeah... No chance."Ciri slowly flies back after doing some airborne maneuvers and her body dissipates into turquoise particles as she transforms back into her human body.Reima "Youknow, we need to give your new form a name..."...Ciri knows what's coming next and tries to put her own forward, "How about Gust?"Reima shakes his head, "It sounds alright, but I've already thought one up... Limbless."
