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Ronce sighed, looking back at Henoch, half a stern look, half a surprised look on her face.  "Have you ever considered the fact that books are one of the few reliable ways mortals have to pass on their knowledge over time, what with their rather short lives and all?"  She sighed, looking back to the form.  "Also, maybe I should try to warm him up with a fire..." she murmered, walking back over to the shivering form, as she created a small warm fire above him.  

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Henoch looked after her, slight confusion still on his face. "What? We didn't really have those where I came from," he said, following Ronce over. With the approach of the fire though, the form still continued to shiver, but it could sense the heat. Shakily, it stuck its arm out of the folds and into the fire.

 

This... surprisingly did not have the effect it would normally have. As the fire made contact with its scales, the colors changed. Flares of blue, red, green, or purple danced off into the air of the room, which actually heated up a little during this.

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Ronce blinked  "Well... I suppose that makes sense, being from the ocean and all, but humans have used books for centuries you-"  she stopped mid sentence, looking around at the new lightshow in the room, maintaining the fire, however.

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The flames curved about in harmony with each other, filling up the room and licking the sides of the wall and ceiling, yet somehow not burning anything. As this all happened, the creature in the folds shivered a bit less, the heat in the room getting higher. Henoch looked down at the form. "Well... he might be a fire spirit. Or a... color spirit?" he theorized, in spite of the latter not actually existing. "But it doesn't look like he's using any magic."

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Ronce giggled a bit while maintaining the flame, pondering for a moment.  "Or maybe a light spirit of some sort..., after all, this looks a lot like a rainbow, albeit one of flames, doesn't it?"  she mused a bit, rather curious.  This spirit seemed unlike any she had met before, and she couldn't remember ever meeting a spirit that did this while in contact with a flame.  Noting the heat however, she shifted to her more human form to reduce the amount of fur on her, not bothering to cover herself with anything, however.  

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"He's a star spirit," a familiar voice said, Paramonos returned. From the sounds outside, the rain was apparently starting to slow. "...Uhm... ok. What's a star spirit?" Henoch asked. But Paramonos was keeping his gaze trained at the figure on the floor. As if there was a bomb in the room. "Come. Bring him," Paramonos said, leaving the room again. Henoch looked back to Ronce, and shrugged.

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Ronce gasped a bit "A star spirit?.. really?"  she blinked, looking down to the figure, and after a moment, slipped her arms under him, picked him up, and carried him in a tender  fashion into the room where Paramonos went.  She had heard bits of myth and legend of star spirits, but never had she expected to ever meet one.  There also never seemed to be any clear definitions of one, at least, not in any of the stories she had read.

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Henoch groaned some, following the others. "So I'm a sea dweller, give me a break here," he grunted under his breath in an annoyed tone, stepping out into the decaying drizzle after them, following Paramonos with Ronce into another construct, where a pile of books sat next to the elder. Picking up one that was away from the pile, Paramonos thumbed through the dusty old thing.

 

"A star spirit," he repeated, "is exactly what they're called. They are celestial beings that reign over stars, and the heavens themselves," he started, looking at the frail creature still shivering in the folds. "They're only born every few thousand years, and even then there's rarely more than one on the surface of the planet," he read off from the book, picking out the small bits from the ancient book, before reading several more paragraphs. "This creature... has quite the job ahead of him. We're witnessing what will become an ancient and powerful being right at his start." The dragon continued to shiver, appearing cold again.

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Ronce sighed softly at the being in her arms, setting him gently down while keeping him held in her left arm, using her right to create another warming flame for the star spirit.   She considered herself lucky, that she was able to meet such a being.  seeming so frail, yet capable of so much, she let herself smile at the life in her arms.  After all, every life is a gift, and given stars themselves are the core to life itself, this being held a special beauty to her heart that she couldn't really put to words, nor did she feel she should, at present.  "The look you had before... tell me, what is it you're fearing right now with his presence, Paramonos?.."  Ronce looked up at the elder, now concerned.  

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Paramonos flared his nostrils a few times, his face twisting in slight contemplation, before turning to Henoch. "Has he said anything yet?" he asked, his tone a nervous one. "No, I don't think so. Only other guys he's had contact with are the scavengers," Henoch answered, scratching his head fins in thought. "Go and find them. Make sure he hasn't spoken to anyone," Paramonos instructed, to which Henoch nodded, leaving the construct.

 

"You should already know the power in a spirit's true name," Paramonos started, flicking through the book some more. "Know the name and you have power over them. But with a star spirit, it's different. All that power at your command aside, they have a responsibility. To keep the universe in balance. If anyone were to ever gain power over that..." Paramonos trailed off, becoming more apparent as to why he was so tense, before shaking his head.

 

"And of course there's the old fairy tales of star spirits. Saying that any being, mortal or spirit, that learn's a star spirit's true name, may be granted one wish," he said, looking back to the dragon. "We need to give him a name to go by. When he wakes up at least."

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"I've heard those stories too... though I would think such things would be nothing more, but the legend alone.. if someone were to find out about his presence..."  Ronce trailed off with a sigh.  "Still for the time being, perhaps we can call him... Léger?  After all, stars are things of light and creation..."  she mused, still staying next to the star spirit, trying to keep him warm.  

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The dragon seemed to shift a little in its shivering. "I've never heard the word. But if it means what you say it does, then it's a fitting name," Paramonos said, patting his forehead some. The dragon calmed a little at this, shivering less, but still carrying a very shallow breath.

 

***

 

Henoch returned to the central construct, and to the back room. But when he opened the door, there was nobody there. The scavenger's cloaks had been hung up. Actually... Henoch looked closer, to see they hadn't even been worn. There were no signs of acid on them anywhere.

 

Steeping out the back way, Henoch looked around some through the nearby constructs. He figured the rain had simply worn down any footprints in the mud, as everything was sloshed together out back. But nobody had seen them. Nobody had even come that day, apparently. This was confusing Henoch more and more. Who had those two been?

 

***

 

More claw prints had been slammed into the mud in a lazy line, approaching the village from faroff at a rather slow pace. Whatever they belonged to seemed content with taking its time, having apparently recently fed.

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Ronce stayed with the dragon, contently, strengthening her flame as she stroked the scales of the dragon, doing what she could for him.  "It does, it's a French word... a language that used to be used by the mortals who lived in this and the surrounding lands... and the place I was born."  she said, with a sigh, first thinking of her past, then pondering what she could do to help this spirit further.  Thinking back to what few incantations she knew, she created a sigil of flames, imparting a small portion of her energy to the dragon in her arms.  She felt that she needed to find some way to aid this star spirit, after all, he had far more good he could do than she in this world, in all likelihood.  What little she could do for him, she felt, was a blessing in it's own right, as she let out a rather heavy sigh, as she felt energy flow out of her, while not enough to cause her harm, it was more than enough to get her tired, as her eyes started to droop, and her breath becoming heavy, though she held fast, maintaining the flame for the star spirit.  

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Henoch slided back in quietly, the storm having finally stopped outside. "Yo, Parmy," he said, stepping over to him. "They weren't there. And... what's more, when I asked around, nobody in the village actually showed up today for spirit scavenging. Nobody knows who those two were," he said, causing Paramonos to look back at the star spirit. "What... is going on today?" he asked nobody in particular.

 

As he said this though, the dragon began to stir, its eyes very slowly fluttering open and looking around weakly.

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Ronce merely maintained the flame, her eyes falling further, it seemed apparent to her that she used more energy than she intended as she continued to breathe heavily, still half-cradling the dragon as it stirred.  

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The dragon barely manages to open its eyes, looking up at Ronce for several seconds as it continues shivering, before curling up into itself some more. "He....he's awake?" Henoch said with shock in his voice.

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Ronce's eyes open more, seeing the dragon move, and stroking him softly, while intensifying the flame a bit more.  "That's good then.. I gave him.. Some of my energy...."  She said while breathing heavily.  

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"Heh. Guess he is just one day old right now, isn't he," Henoch said, leaning against the wall of the complex. "That's right. He's still just a child. An infant even. He needs feeding and raising just like any other newborn," Paramonos said, stepping closer. The dragon curled further into its folds, still shivering, appearing very timid.

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Ronce giggled softly, a gentle smile on her face as she shifted into her quadraped fox form, gently wrapping her tails around and snuggling up to the dragon as she let out a little yawn and allowed her eyes to droop.  She did her best to stay close to the dragon in a loving, seemingly motherly fashion, gently curling her own body around the dragon's as she could, as her eyes fell further, and sleep began to take her.

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The other two stepped back outside, the acidic clouds beginning to clear. "She really seem like the motherly type?" Henoch asked, confusion clearly in his voice. "She is one of two spirits for dozens of miles. I don't think it would be good for him to be getting attached to anything that will no doubt die after not even a fraction of a percent of his lifetime," Paramonos said, pulling a pipe from his folds along with a few matches.

 

"Hmmph. Haven't seen you smoke in over a decade," Henoch remarked, standing back. Being a fish, he had a tendency to stay away from smoke. He was never sure why. "I need to think. Go and inform the village of the news. And that we may have a means of leaving soon," he instructed, causing Henoch to raise his hand. "You can reestablish the barriers in the morning. This is important," Paramonos said, to which Henoch recoiled some, nodding and going off into the village.

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Ronce nuzzled the dragon softly, her body snuggling closer tenderly as dreams began to enter her mind, unconcerned of much else at the moment.  

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Henoch stepped through the different houses, delivering the news to different reactions. Some were hopeful, some were pessimistic, but all seemed to have something to say. Regardless, it seemed the future for once held something.

 

When he came to the end of the village however and started his way back, he saw a swatch of cloth slide away behind one of the complexes. Running after it, he turned the corner to see... nothing. "Uhhgh. I need a drink," he said, turning back to the book complex.

 

***

 

Paramonos had started nodding off in his station on the outside of the book keeping complex, snoring out a bit of smoke.

 

***

 

"Hmm. Do you think she'll do?" "The question isn't whether or not she'll do as much as it is whether or not he'll make it." "Hmm, I don't think he will," the first voice countered to the second, winds and forms passing around Ronce and Leger, the dragon shivering even more as they did. "Yes, but he might." "But the matter of the fact remains that he has not." "He hasn't?" "No," the other voice responded, the shadows continuing to stir as the sound of cloaks blowing plays off, before the room calms again, empty aside from the kitsune and the dragon.

 

***

 

Later after sunset...

 

Henoch stretched and yawned, looking out onto the barren landscape. Would he be able to leave if the rest of the people did? Was it this area specifically he was bound to? The thoughts troubled him slightly, but he avoided them, looking back to the sky.

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Ronce yawned, waking up just past nightfall.  Looking around and seeing very little, she nuzzled Leger softly, snuggling close to him and drawing another sigil in flames, imparting more energy onto him before falling asleep once more, curling up close to him, letting what dreams take her that will.  

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((Hmm. Wellll... was holding off on this till more people showed up, but since we seem to have run dry at the moment I'll get the first event started))

 

Henoch was about to nod off, his head drooping. A bright flash streaking across the sky begged to differ with his impending nap however, jolting him awake. The lightning bolt colored of purplish-green struck into the center of village, causing the ground to shake about. The ocean spirit jumped to action immediately, running to different complexes and establishing temporary and weaker barriers around them. Something had seen the village and gotten through the main post.

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Ronce awoke to the sound of thunder, curling herself around the dragon protectively, she felt as things seemed to change in the air around her, and she kept a look around to see what exactly was going on, while staying close to the star spirit.  

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