AN: Quick Dragon Hunters RP drabble featuring my character Bayelei and Taji’s character Sable. Idk I thought it would be a cute idea so I wrote it 😛 also, here’s a funny story: I wrote 1000 words in wordpress and then went to save it earlier…and stupid wordpress ate my entire draft. EVERY SINGLE WORD. So I had to restart the drabble over again. It was really good too. GRR. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy!
Towering shelves lined the walls of the emperor’s library in Driscil, Bayelei feeling rather uncomfortable amongst the looming books demanding to be read. She could no longer hear the scurrying of tiny feet nor the shouts of a familiar lord demanding the youngest son of the emperor to return to his studies. Honestly she would have felt more comfortable with the “unbecoming” noises; at least she would feel less alone in such an unfamiliar place.
It had only been a few days since Bayelei’s arrival to Lord Sable’s kingdom and since taking her first step off the ship that brought her there she had felt a judging eye upon her. Being in the company of such a prestigious individual part of the court of the emperor meant he was often in the company of others in similar stature. Various figures of “royalty” in their elegant garbs and dignified actions all looked down upon this newcomer in stitched up thrift store hand-me-downs and unruly locks tied back into a braid to manage some form of control. Bayelei could feel their judgements like daggers in her back; she despised the attention and wanted nothing more than to return to the safety of her guild hall back in Eastwyvern.
Alas, she had a job to do; thus, she had to remain by the side of Lord Sable until it was completed. Usually it wasn’t such a hard task to be at his side. Since their first meeting, Sable had been quite the friend to the huntress and she even found herself lost in his uncontrollable lessons from time to time.
However, entering his kingdom of residence proved that it was much harder to have a moment to themselves, his duties to the emperor’s children the top of his priorities. At that very moment he was off chasing the youngest son through the maze of literature, the boy giggling with each step he took to preventing his studies. The huntress offered her services to locate the boy in a timely manner; however, Sable was quick to wave off her offer with a grin.
“There’s no need to worry yourself with this, my lady. I am well-trained in the art of these children’s escapades. I’ll handle this,” he chimed before darting off after the boy. “Please make yourself comfortable and I’ll return shortly my lady!”
At least an hour had past since the man vanished from sight, clearly the chase more elaborate than he had originally thought. So Bayelei sat alone within the center of the maze, a looming feeling of loneliness threatening to overcome her as she scanned the shelves around her. She could always tease open the wealth of books and see what was scribbled upon the parchment within; however, she had little interest in most of the titles she saw lined on the most prominent shelves. Most of them were political or historical for the emperor’s family. There weren’t even any books seen discussing dragons within the area; something that clearly was more of interest to the huntress.
“Just clock the kid on the head with one of these books and he’ll stop the chase. How hard could it be to capture a kid?” Bayelei muttered aloud, her fingers teasing at the fabric of the chair as she continued her search for something to take her mind off her loneliness. If only she could go out and kill a dragon. Not only would she no longer be longer, she would make a pretty penny too. “Damn it Sable, what’s taking so-?”
Her words caught in her throat as a glittering object caught her eye, Bayelei turning her gaze fully to stare upon one of the shelves off in the distance. There, amongst a line of cared-for books, was a small bottle displayed for all to see. Climbing to her feet, the huntress made her way to the shelf and gawked at the small trinket before her. Inside, a gigantic ship sailed on an invisible ocean, clearly too big to fit through the hole fully assembled. Such a intricate piece, every detail perfectly assembled by a talented craftsman of his art.
Without a second thought, Bayelei scooped the bottle into her hands and studied it carefully. There was no sign of incision on the bottle so clearly the artist had to somehow assemble the ship within its glass confinement. It was amazing to witness, amazing to dream how the artisan was able to perform such magic.
A sudden holler of victory surged through the library walls, Bayelei nearly stumbling as she heard Sable’s approach towards the center area of the maze. The bespectacled lord was grinning triumphantly as he made his way to the seating area, his hand tight around the young boy’s forearm before the man forced him to sit amongst the books for review.
“You’ve gotten more and more agile in your young years Daventry, I’d praise your speed if not for the fact you nearly work me to death chasing after you,” Sable said through harbored breath, the man quick to notice the huntress was no longer seated where he’d left her. A brief panic was momentary before he turned heel to see her standing amongst the shelves, her wide-eyed expression partnered with her grip tight on the small bottle in hand. “Miss Bayelei, is there something wrong?”
Her tongue was held as the huntress turned on her heels back towards the shelf, her actions quick as she once more replaced the bobble on its pedestal. Cheeks tinted pink, she felt so embarrassed by her admiration for such an object; her manners clearly escaping her after she chose to ignore whatever price tag the item held and grasped the bottle in hand.
“T-There’s nothing wrong at all,” Bayelei answered, trying her best to regain her composure so she could face her companion once more. “I was beginning to think you lot forgot all about me.”
“My apologies my lady, Daventry gave me a valiant chase and I was certain I would return herself before the hour was up. It seems however I was mistaken entirely,” the lord stated as he shuffled towards the woman’s side, his eyes glancing upon the bottle for a moment before he allowed a smile to form. “Are you a fan of the Queen Emilia?”
The huntress eyed her companion, unsure of what he could possibly mean by his statement. “The who?”
“That ship inside the bottle is a model of the Queen Emilia, a very important craft from Driscil’s history,” the man explained with a gesture towards the bottled ship. “You see, in the year-.”
“I’m not interested in the history of the ship,” Bayelei interrupted, point blank.
“O-Oh, that’s a shame. It’s really a marvelous story to tell,” Sable mumbled with a pout, the man pausing a moment before turning his attention fully on the woman at his side. “The bottle itself however did attract some interest I trust. You were studying it before my arrival.”
“I just thought it was a cool trinket,” the huntress muttered with a shrug, trying her best to sound disinterested as she spoke.
Sable, however, knew her better than she thought possible. A knowing grin formed on his lips, a hand reaching up to adjust his spectacles as he prepared his next words. “This trinket is actually called an impossible bottle. Known as a type of mechanical puzzle, it is the art of bottles containing objects that are much too large to be fitted into the bottles mouth,” he explained, proudly. “Artisans of the trade work with the tiniest of tools to assemble such grand masterpieces within the bottles. And the final product, like the one you see before you, provides the viewer with the grand illusion of an impossible object fitted inside an impossible bottle. It’s quite the talent.”
Bayelei listened closely to the explanation, her curiosity piqued as she dared to reach out once more and take the bottle into her hold. Her companion offered no complaints to her actions; in fact, he even seemed more inclined to her close observations to better understand his words. “One might say it’s magical, to see such a grand ship inside a tiny bottle,” she whispered, barely audible for others to hear. The lord smiled and nodded to the woman’s words, hoping to bring out her honest thoughts even more with his approval. “I suppose-I’m fascinated by this impossible bottle. I’ve seen one before when I was younger. My father took me to an old museum and there was a larger bottle there with a ship inside. It was an amazing sight then-and an even more amazing sight now. The ship inside this bottle must have taken so long to build with such tiny tools. The artisan must have had to be extra careful in assembling it. Such steady hands. Heh, listen to me, I’m beginning to sound like Martin.”
Beside her, Sable couldn’t help but smile at her words. He loved it best when Bayelei was truly honest and open with him. He missed their talks together back at Eastwyvern. There would be those hidden moments where she would go into something with a sparkle in her eye much like that of a child. This was one of those moments. “You know, there are several impossible bottles like that one in this library,” the lord shared before stepping past the woman and maneuvering his way to another group of shelves. Carefully he lifted up another bottle into his hand, keeping it hidden from his companion until he was ready to share. “This one in particular I have a feeling you’ll find most enjoyable.”
Her interest piqued, Bayelei watched as Sable stepped back to her side and held the bottle for her viewing. And immediately a smile formed on her lips, her eyes swirling with happiness as she admired its contents. Inside the bottle, a golden dragon slept soundly, an accurate model of the beast that had spurred the meeting of the huntress and the lord in Eastwyvern. Without pause, the woman took it in her grasps and studied the bobble carefully, all the while Sable kept his smile strong.
“It’s yours if you’d like it,” the lord chimed, the woman’s shocked glance his way sparking a chuckle from his throat. “I assure you it’s alright. I will be sure to find something else to take its place in the library. I feel the bobble will be more loved in your care, milady.”
There was no stopping that warm smile on the woman’s lips as she threw an arm around the lord for a hug, the two of them lost in their embrace for a moment. All the while, Bayelei’s other hand protective of the bottled dragon in her grasp. “T-Thank you Sable. I will treasure it always,” she hummed in his ear, a soft chuckle rising up as she then pulled away with a motion towards the center area of the maze. “By the way, the boy is gone again.”
That good feeling Sable once displayed completely vanished in that instant, the man turning heel to see the woman was indeed correct. Daventry was long gone, likely snickering up a storm at his successful escape. “That boy will be the death of me I swear,” he muttered, preparing himself to launch into the chase once more.
“Sable, you know I can help right?” Bayelei offered once more, the man quick to turn again and take her by the shoulders. “I’m not as good a tracker as Miller but I’m pretty awesome if I do say so myself.”
“I don’t doubt that in the least my lady but I insist you stay here and rest. I’ll be back as quick as I can with the little devil,” Sable said with a smile, the huntress offering a pout of acceptance as he then shuffled her back to her seat. Once he saw she was sitting comfortably, he babbled his apologies before darting off deep into the maze of shelves.
All the while, Bayelei remained there for some time, still rather lonely without the lord at her side. However, the beautiful impossible bottle in hand was enough to keep her occupied with a grin.