...And also these.

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Comments

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[not to say that this looks like a terrible idea, but... it looks like a terrible idea.

crowns are a weighty subject on their own. he isn't particularly interested in touching the murky one, the one made of bone, or the one that is literally on fire. his eyes wander over them and then keep wandering in the hopes of finding something... a little less dangerous to look at.

which is how he comes upon the shelf of masks, in the other direction. he'll wander towards those instead.]

[heresyandlace]

[the way that Tek huffs in amusement behind him suggests that he is entirely unsurprised that Robin would go for a mask before a crown, but he doesn't stop him or say a word. he'd said that Robin was free to explore, so... he doesn't interject.

Robin is can look over the array of elaborately-crafted masks as much as he wants. they aren't so varied in style or material as the crowns were, but are each of a very different shape from one another.

some are toothy and monstrous, and some are of beautiful, stylized faces. some seem male, some female, some without many identifying features of any kind. one of the simpler faces has a set of slashes carved over one hollow eye, while another has large, innocent eyes outlined with tiny, sparkling gems.

one thing that they all seem to have in common, however... is that the eyeholes don't seem entirely empty. it's hard to tell for sure with how they are displayed on the shelf, but it almost looks as if the bit of space glimpsed behind each set of eyes is tinged with a different color, as if viewed through tiny stained glass lenses.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he resists the urge to snip at Tek to shut up.

and at least the masks are a decent distraction on their own. masks hold their fair share of heavy symbolism, but at least none of them are (he repeats,) on fire. he spots the slashed mask immediately, but doesn't linger there for long. he's still not there, yet.

but it seems like these line up with the mirrors. he picks up the one with large eyes, following his theory... and if nothing terrible happens, he'll even hold it up, pointing towards him, to peer backwards through whatever strange tint they have...

yeah, this isn't how you use a mask, but he's not about to go sticking this on his face yet.]

[heresyandlace]

[even holding it in the way that he is, he can see that everything looks different through the eyes of the mask. through this one, the room seems brighter, newer, more colorful.

if there is anything sinister to this particular object, there's no sign of it yet.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[ah, well... this doesn't seem so bad. what the heck, he'll put the mask on properly, and take a proper look at the room with it on.]

[unmaker]

[everything really does look different through the mask's eyes. the entire room is brighter, newer, more colorful... and at first, Tek seems to have entirely disappeared.

however, after a moment or two, a small monster pops its head up out of the center of the nest and stares back with big, startled eyes. it's the size of a very large dog (or maybe very small pony), and is actually pretty hideous, despite having the proportions of a juvenile. its talons are oversized, it's got that gangly look of something that hasn't grown into its own limbs yet... but it has all of the charm of a gnarled, spiny baby bird.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[Robin looks around, scanning for Tek, and...

...slowly... gasps...]

Tek...?

[unmaker]

[if it's any answer, hearing the masked figure utter that name causes the spines covering the neck and spine of the dragonling to prickle outward in surprise--like a startled kitten, or bird poofing out its feathers.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Oh... Gods... [he does not run, or hide, or seem all that afraid. he slaps a hand over his mouth and pulls down on his face, eyes still wide...] You're a baby dragon...

[unmaker]

--!

[the dragonling's spines flatten, and it ducks its head down close to the blankets!]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

I... [his hand. has not left his face.] I can still see you...

[unmaker]

--!!

[shoop. it flattens down even more! now there are only a few spines along its back showing!]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Oh. [blink.] Okay, now you're a lot harder to see, yeah.

[unmaker]

[there's a long pause while the dragonling just... hides...

and there's a little bit of shuffling, maybe, but not much more than that for nearly a minute.

until finally, there is a muffled string of chirruping and muttered growls. it's probably words, but Robin doesn't have a chance of understanding it, especially with how mumbled it is.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Um... [is this a bad idea? probably. but Robin wanders closer to the edge of the pillow pit, coming to a crouch nearby.] You're gonna have to say that again...

[unmaker]

[--oh! and when the little monster sees that the masked man has come closer and definitely sees it, it pops up tall on its gangly legs and stumbles back a step in the deep blankets. it half-unfurls its wings, probably to look big and scary, but it mostly ends up just flapping them to keep its balance as it gets its talons tangled in the sheets.

it repeats the garbled-up sentence, and Robin is at least able to make out one word this time-- 'trespass.']

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[oh, oh, oh, he knows that one! he's really struggling to fight a smile off his face; he's been around so many scarier monsters that this little guy really doesn't pose much of a threat...]

No, no... I'm just visiting. You let me in, remember?

[unmaker]

[the dragonling hesitates, wings uncertainly folding up again as the defensive arch begins to ease out of its spine.

the fact that Robin understood the words probably helps. he seems like he knows what he's talking about... and he doesn't seem very dangerous...

it responds with a questioning chirrup?]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Yeah, just a bit ago. Ah...

[he's... so... cute. now Robin really can't help his silly smile, holding his own face.]

Hi! Do you recognize me? You are Tekhetsio, right?

[unmaker]

[--poof! and just like that, in a little flicker of light, there is a little kid crouching there instead of a dragon.

the eyes are right, the hair is the right color but full of scruffy waves. they even have the little wrinkles of bone marring their face, and the fresh new tattoos curling at the corner of their eyes.]

...Tekhet.

[stated with more confidence than they're really feeling right now.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[that's okay, Robin is somehow sliding closer to the floor... under the weight of how fucking cute this is.]

Tekhet, sorry... How's it going? I like your hair.

[unmaker]

[there's a little sound of surprise in the kid's throat, but they don't emote much beyond that.]

I like yours.

[--and even in just a few words, it's clear that there is quite a bit of an accent there. and the kid touches their own bangs to help specify.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

You do? [Robin mirrors him, touching his own bangs, and...] Ah, because of the white parts?

[unmaker]

[the kid nods, and straightens up a little, scooting closer! the shyness seems to be fading pretty quickly.]

Does it grow like that? [ah, the points of tiny, sharp teeth peek out when the little dragonkid talks.] I know you? What's your name?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Your teeth... [he presses his fingers against his mouth again. he is almost laying completely against the floor, by now, but is nothing short of delighted.]

My name's Robin, like the bird. And I dye my hair this color.