Alright, here's the first mini-turn. It... feels sort of like an actual turn.
Anthramarux collapsed into her comfortable cave home with a draconic sigh/roar. Tomorrow she would be hungry, but for now sleep was enough.
She wondered if she would dream. For, such dreams as she had, were inevitably interesting-violent, beautiful things of many hues. Much like she believed herself to be.
Sleep didn't come easy at first. She realized it was because everything was so quiet. Anthramarux had grown accustomed to her mothers sonorous snoring by her next every night, a constant reminder of protection, of love.... Then she thought back on the day, what had happened, and grew depressed.
She thought of Arillis. Was she so off of her reckoning of him? Perhaps. Her pride would not allow her to admit it fully, but what was done, was done.
In time, sleep came, if Anthramarux wished it or not-and that was a relief.
Action: Sleep, and dream...
You descend into sleep...
[5]: In your dreams, a female human in a white dress walks up to you. Before you can say anything, she starts talking. You appear to be in your human form.
"Hello, Anthramarux." She smiles.
Where is this, what is this whats that?
Look around, dont break anything
is green better?
You look around the place. There are several horses in here. The place itself is made of wood, and there is hay all over the dirt floor. Multiple parts of the building are open to the outside world, but you aren't tall enough to see out of them. There are several sharp things in this building.
((giving me specifics will net you further information))
Nuvian rapped on the door, hoping for a warm response rather than a cold one.
You smack on the door with your two hands for a few seconds.
The door opens. The man appears to be half asleep.
"W-hat t-do you want...? I'm trying th-... to sleep her-... dragon!"
Urgh, Raikonai thought, Best deal with this now.
Approach black thing, try to make out shouting, ask it what it wants.
You approach the black thing and... um...
Ummm...
It's... huge. It's... just a
mass of...
darkness. The shouting is coming from it: It sounds angry and in pain. Whatever it is.
It's here that you notice the sun's shine and heat nearly nonexistent, and everything near it sort of becoming... bleak.
Your urge to run is even higher than it was when you left your egg. RUUUUUUNNNNNN!
"Alright... Thanks for your help, anyways." With a slight nod, Varkonis lifted off again, headed to the actual village to search for someone to teach him magic.
(Oh, by the way... 3D words?! It actually works... a bit...)
You look around town for someone who can teach you magic.
Turns out, lots of people can teach you magic. Not a whole lot are good at teaching or are willing to teach a lot, but a large amount of them are willing to teach. And there are several dozen villagers. You'll have to be more specific.