Observations

[draconic_historian]

Who: Ricasthix and YOU
Where: Around the city
What: You are all Ricasthix's research subjects
When: After the pirate log
Warning: Nosiness


It had taken some time, but Ricasthix was finally getting his bearings in this new world. That meant it was past time he got back to his original goal: Researching humans and humanoids in their native habitats.

To this end, he had taken to perching on top of buildings and watching people go about their daily lives while taking notes in a large (normal sized for him though) notebook.

So, uh, good luck acting naturally while being watched by a dragon from on high.

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[allsongs]

Dragons? Not entirely familiar, but not foreign, either. In any case, Simmaeri's attention was not lifted to those above, but straight ahead, in search of other people. Voices. There were still many words to learn.

As she walked, she sang. The alleys and make of the buildings filtered her voice in an interesting way; cities she'd wandered through before were never so dense or...bland in shape, so the sound had a new flavor to it. She liked it.

It was a journeyman's song – long wanderings and foreign lands. The words were from worlds away, but there was meaning in the tone and cadence, the lingering breaths and long, weary notes.

[draconic_historian]

The song floated upwards and caught Ricasthix's ear. He swung around to pinpoint the singing just in time to see her turn a corner.

His curiosity piqued, he launched himself off the rooftop he had been using and swooped down to a closer one. He was drawing way more attention to himself than he preferred, but he was willing to ignore that in favor of hearing more of this song and finding out who was singing it.

[allsongs]

Are there no lanterns lit for me?

The words were foreign, but the imagery she peppered them with was less so. Her hand grazed a streetlight's post as she came to the next corner, her notes quieted enough to hear the rustling from above. She tapered to a gentle hum, enough to listen, lifting her head to look.

There had been many troubling, unpleasant postings lately. Was there a terrible creature lurking, waiting to do harm? And was that shape she saw above it?

Perhaps. But she would not be sent away in fear. Instead, her song changed, and the notes within it woven with much more commanding spells of understanding.

Watcher in the dark above me...Will you show yourself? Will you do harm?

Come to me in peace.

[draconic_historian]

Sure enough, a head emerged from the darkness on the end of a long, almost snakelike neck.

"Do you mind if I ask why you're singing?"

[allsongs]

That raised eyebrows, certainly. That's only a portion of the beast, after all. Her mouth purses and then pulls into the starts of a small smile, much more curious than concerned. It spoke the realm's language, after all. The question was addressed to her, as well; it wouldn't do to be rude and stifle a potential conversation.

Why, singing. Well.

"I am happy to sing," she replied, a hand over her heart. The smile pulled on one side as she squinted up at the creature. "Is it no good for you?"

[draconic_historian]

There was something faintly odd about this girl, but he couldn't quite place what it was.

"Nono! by all means, sing as you please. I am simply here to observe and learn."

[allsongs]

The smile broadened to something genuine, pleased by the answer. Here to learn. She could have said much the same of herself.

"Is it what you want?" she asked, leaning forward to stand on tip-toe. It was a silly angle for a conversation, perhaps, but she didn't mind at all.

[draconic_historian]

"Honestly, I wouldn't have normally interfered. When the subject knows it's being observed, it acts differently. But, the song caught my ear. Would I be right in assuming there's a magical component to it?"

[allsongs]

Her eyes crinkled, smile warming even as she held up her hand to slow him down before another question could be posed. She enjoyed the quizzical cadence of his words, but there were so many she had yet to understand.

"I do not know this you ask," she said, shaking her head. "I am still learn much words. I am sorry."

[shoesfitperfectly]

The Doctor might not even notice being watched, even by a dragon, which casts a rather large and distinctive shadow of a shape fraught with, as it has been said, shapeness.

On the contrary, the Doctor leaves the lodgings in something less brisk than his usual pace, appearing to wander aimlessly. Not the usual peripatetic whims of this perpetual sightseer was this, but rather a distracted and almost forgetful meanderings. He often seems to stop for minutes at a time, either absorbed in examining some inconsequential thing or sometimes staring at nothing. He would then turn, walk in a different direction, get caught up in more examination or staring, wash, rinse, repeat. He does this for quite some time, somehow making his way closer and closer to the nearest business district.