"Wings, feathers, meat, their beak. Also make a nice wall draping, and their magical abilities are used in many ancient rituals." She sighed and pulled out the arrow, and moved out of the way as blood shot out. She then grabbed the cotton and stuck her hand in, clogging the wound as she sewed it with an already threaded needle and thread, put on the salve, and bandaged it, her hands bloody and ruining her dress, completely calm.
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"Hmm." Thorne watched the whole thing impassively, their expression almost bored. "You're quite good at that. Had a lot of practice?"
She nodded. "Like I said, I spend almost a lot of time in the forest. I'm a defender of all Life." She sighed. "There's a river just north of here, I'll have to change out of my dress. Luckily I always pack a change of clothes." She smiled. "The griffin will wake up in a half hour or so, just let it rest for now. Heaven knows how much it needs it."
"Okay." Thorne nodded. "I'll stay here, I guess. Call if you need anything." They sat down at the base of the tree. "I'll fight anyone off if they come near." They pulled a knife from a sheath in their boot and grinned.
Crystal laughed and headed off. "Have fun dear." And sang as she washed her hands and arms, and changed into an simple dress, with rhinestones embedded into it, making her bodice sparkle as she came out and sat down next to you. "Much better."
"Yes, I agree." Thorne nodded. "Are we going to head back?" They paused. "When is that 'sending off' ball thing you talked about going to happen?"
"What? The wedding? Last night was the ball of course. The Wedding is being planned right under our noses. I have dress fittings tomorrow. You can either get fitted for a dress, or a suit if you wish. Though if you found a way to make it both that'd be quite the clever surprise." She smiled and laughed a bit, putting her head on your shoulder. She was tempted to kiss you, but decided such a treat should wait until their wedding day. "Tomorrow is Wednesday and I am getting married on a Sunday. Or so they say."
"Ooh, a dress-suit?" Thorne grinned. "That sounds like a lot of fun. I'm going to request that." They grin at Crystal. "Why on a Sunday? And why 'or so they say'?"
"Because it's a Holy Day." She said. "It's acquainted with the goddess of fertility and love, since it's a day of rest or something like that. And plans are never really set in stone, so Sunday is last I heard." She shrugged and kissed your cheek again. "Hm. Your cheeks are just so kissable." She giggled again, her dragon having run off to the river to catch fish.
"Oh, that makes sense." Thorne nodded, then smiled at her comment. "Why, thank you, Crystal. What makes them 'kissable', hmm?" They raised an eyebrow.
"They're so soft and sweet." She kisses it once more, and wraps her arms around you, pulling you close. "And your welcome dear."
"Mmm." Thorne smiled softly. "Hey, since we're out here, do you want to give me a tour of your forest? Show me all the things you love about it?"
She bolted up with a big grin. "Oh darling…sorry uh yes I would love too. PEARL!!" There was a loud roar and the hippogriff began to awaken. "But first. We should get this poor beast home." It got up, and wobbled on it's legs, rocking back and fourth as Crystal walked over. "Woah there beautiful handsome thing. Calm there, gorgeous beast." It's eyes focused on me as it huffed, and gave a cry, trying to gain it's balance, wings flapping wildely.
"Oh, yes, I agree." Thorne nodded. "Where does a hippogriff live, anyways? I'm not that familiar with the beasts of the forest. Or, really, beasts in general."
"Hm. Good question. Possibly a nest way off in the mountains, or my sisters pet." She approached it carefully, talking softly, complimenting it, petting it's head softly. It crooned and began to preen, a flash of royal purple showing through it's neck feathers. "Ah, it IS my sisters! Wonderful, then it will be returning to the castle soon."
"That," Thorne gestured at the hippogriff, "is your sister's pet? Wow." They look at Crystal. "And you're not allowed to have a fox?" They narrow their eyes. "Is it because you're the crown princess or something?"
"No, it's because ancient creatures like my two tailed fox are said to be devils and bring bad omens. My mother is sort of…eccentric on certain matters. I also have my dragon, and she says such a steed is trouble enough." She nods once, and shrugs as the beast gives out a cry. "Greyson. Focus…focus here yes that's it. Wings rise." The beast did so. "Now go home!" It then took off, it's wings knocking her over into you, and she laughed and wave. "My, what an adventure, and the day has barely started yet!"
"That is a good day." Thorne agreed, steadying Crystal. "Can you think of any more adventures to partake in today?" They grinned. "Maybe give me that tour?"
"Hm. I must care for the forest first, and make sure my sister doesn't burn down a whole village." She then straightened and steadied herself, kissed your nose, and headed off. Everywhere she kissed left a red lipstick stain behind. "PEARL! Go home!" The dragon gave a low growl of complaint. "Alright you can stay, but be vaguely close." The dragon then took off as she shook her head. "I love her so. Such a pretty steed. We'll see if we can get you your own by the end of today."
"There's a forest fire?" Thorne blinked. "And your sister is going to burn down a village?" They shook their head. "And, Crystal, we don't have to get me my own dragon if it's too much trouble." They fluttered their fingers and a bit of water appeared, swirling around their fingers.
"No, I'm saying she WOULD if she found out her hippogriff was hit by an arrow. And we'll see." She continued her walk, every once in a while there was the rustling of leaves as her dragon went from tree to tree. "Ya know, Pearl is only 50 years old. Most dragons live to be old as millenia, if not at least a few centuries. A young baby really, just barely a teen."
"Your sister sounds like someone I know," Thorne commented. "Why is her immediate plan of action to burn down a village?" They frowned. "Also. When'd you get Pearl?"
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"My sister would freak out is what I'm saying dear. I'm overexaggerating. Anyways. I got Pearl when I was about 12 I'd say." She nods once.
"Oh, good." Thorne sighed in relief. "Was Pearl a baby dragon when you got her, then? And if so, how did you get her away from the parents? Or do dragons not really care about their offspring?" They tilt their head slightly, then give Crystal an embarrassed smile. "Sorry for asking so many questions, but this is all so… new, and I have to know everything!"