Friendly_Dragon
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"I-i see..." Wolnir thought to Reptar as he was told why the rest of his kin didn't want him to leave. Because of their isolation, as he had suspected, but also because, as he understood it, he was part of the royal lineage and thus he probably had his share of responsibilities to fulfill. And learn how ruling worked. Made sense.
When he and Crystal went out, they came across her boss whom the dragon had already said hi to. The dragon breathed in deeply a couple times while the others talked amongst themselves in order to ease his emotional shock, the conversation being mostly unrelated to him. Although he did pick up that he'd be taking Crystal to the camp.
He blushed when he was complimented on his wings and scales.
"T-thanks..." He told Elijah. "I-i hope so too..." He said referring to the invitation for a cup of tea and a chat sometime. Since that one was Crystal's boss, he was looking forward to it. Definitely would be an interesting individual to talk to given their relationship. Although... he doubted he'd get along with him as good as with Crystal. She was a stellar friend.
Now the camp awaited. He had already agreed to it so he considered he couldn't back down until they arrived there. Even with her assurances about the well intentioned people within, he was still visibly nervous about it.
"H-how far is the camp?" He asked.
"I'm unsure if i understand your joke" Blade told Ashley in response to her joke. "It does sound unfair" He was sure that given an equal sleep time, he could perform the task as well as her. Even then, he didn't voice those last thoughts in order to not be on her bad side.
"Once again, i thank you and wish you luck on your efforts to awaken me. You shall watch over me after our meal". The white dragon seemed relatively unfazed to the smell of the nearby decaying corpse. The dead from his cell and surrounding ones often took days to get removed, the hot desert climate making it worse. Thus making him used to both the smell and to sleep by a dead being. Not the most pleasant of things to get used to though, but that's how it is. How it has been for the last handful of months. It took him a long time.
"That's the role i got demoted to? Storyteller?" Rega jokingly said back when the human jokingly said her lack of willingness to tell her stories would end up favoring her survival. Because she'd try to keep her alive in order to hear them later. In bleak situations such as these, she considered that humor and stories may be part of the few things left to raise one's hope. But of course, in her there was also her reunion with her son.
"Enough about me..." She then said. "What do you do? Why help us?"
"It is a true pleasure to have gotten the chance of meeting you, Ashley" Blade told Ashley after she introduced herself. She had proven to be a good ally so far, willing to pitch in.
"Nice to meet you" Rega said after. It then came to her mind that neither her nor Blade knew the name of her son, although Blade already knew they were related. They didn't get to present themselves, and given that they'd all be together until they arrived to the mountains, she considered it appropriate to mention it.
"I don't think neither of you know my son's name. You know, of the guy that went to ask for help. His name is Valadir"
"Valadir had already shared his name with me" Blade added. "And if i may, i felt safe whilst in his brief company"
"Did you now?" Rega asked. "How'd you meet?"
"As you are already aware, i have fled from Diabmoure recently. Valadir had found me nearby whilst i was catching my breath in close proximity to this beach. He had leaded me to this location, his judgement being this is a safe position"
Rega took a moment to decode what Blade said, deciphering his way of expressing himself. That did sound like something his son would do.
The dragoness sharpened the thin branches she found, sharpening both ends. One in order to skewer the meat and the other to secure the branches into the ground. She was cutting some pieces of the buck when Jura came out of the cave, conscious once again. She asked about the corpse inside the cave. Neither she nor Blade replied to her question. Blade glanced at her for a second but didn't say anything because he considered it was Rega's decision to share that information, and the dragoness didn't because she wasn't ready to talk about it. During their survival, he always put her wellbeing above hers since she was the most vulnerable. And now he died because of her. After sharing more than a century together and raising their son. She sighed deeply in order to not cry due to her memories and emotions. Quietly resuming her job. Luckily the dragoness and the human didn't really seem to care about the answer since they quickly started chatting between themselves.
Shortly after, Rega skewered the meat and nailed the sticks to the ground by the fire. One stick for each, with several pieces of meat. She extended her paw near the fire to judge the temperature. It'd take a pawful of minutes to be done, and she'd have to rotate the meat every now and then for it to cook evenly. She sat by the fire, watching the meat get cooked.
She heard her name being... named. She instinctively raised her head to the direction of the sound. Ashley seemed to be telling Jura about who everyone was, given her pointing and telling she's the chef of the group. Rega made a gesture with her paw to say hi to her, staring at the blue dragoness for a bit. She looked oddly familiar.
"It's good to see you've risen!" Blade told Jura when she stepped out of the cave. He soon felt the smell of the cooking meat, an experience he dearly missed given his imprisonment. Always being handed room temperature food in very small rations. He couldn't remember the last time he smelled fresh food. His mouth began to water and his stomach rumbled. Even if it was going to be meat on a stick.
When he and Crystal went out, they came across her boss whom the dragon had already said hi to. The dragon breathed in deeply a couple times while the others talked amongst themselves in order to ease his emotional shock, the conversation being mostly unrelated to him. Although he did pick up that he'd be taking Crystal to the camp.
He blushed when he was complimented on his wings and scales.
"T-thanks..." He told Elijah. "I-i hope so too..." He said referring to the invitation for a cup of tea and a chat sometime. Since that one was Crystal's boss, he was looking forward to it. Definitely would be an interesting individual to talk to given their relationship. Although... he doubted he'd get along with him as good as with Crystal. She was a stellar friend.
Now the camp awaited. He had already agreed to it so he considered he couldn't back down until they arrived there. Even with her assurances about the well intentioned people within, he was still visibly nervous about it.
"H-how far is the camp?" He asked.
"I'm unsure if i understand your joke" Blade told Ashley in response to her joke. "It does sound unfair" He was sure that given an equal sleep time, he could perform the task as well as her. Even then, he didn't voice those last thoughts in order to not be on her bad side.
"Once again, i thank you and wish you luck on your efforts to awaken me. You shall watch over me after our meal". The white dragon seemed relatively unfazed to the smell of the nearby decaying corpse. The dead from his cell and surrounding ones often took days to get removed, the hot desert climate making it worse. Thus making him used to both the smell and to sleep by a dead being. Not the most pleasant of things to get used to though, but that's how it is. How it has been for the last handful of months. It took him a long time.
"That's the role i got demoted to? Storyteller?" Rega jokingly said back when the human jokingly said her lack of willingness to tell her stories would end up favoring her survival. Because she'd try to keep her alive in order to hear them later. In bleak situations such as these, she considered that humor and stories may be part of the few things left to raise one's hope. But of course, in her there was also her reunion with her son.
"Enough about me..." She then said. "What do you do? Why help us?"
"It is a true pleasure to have gotten the chance of meeting you, Ashley" Blade told Ashley after she introduced herself. She had proven to be a good ally so far, willing to pitch in.
"Nice to meet you" Rega said after. It then came to her mind that neither her nor Blade knew the name of her son, although Blade already knew they were related. They didn't get to present themselves, and given that they'd all be together until they arrived to the mountains, she considered it appropriate to mention it.
"I don't think neither of you know my son's name. You know, of the guy that went to ask for help. His name is Valadir"
"Valadir had already shared his name with me" Blade added. "And if i may, i felt safe whilst in his brief company"
"Did you now?" Rega asked. "How'd you meet?"
"As you are already aware, i have fled from Diabmoure recently. Valadir had found me nearby whilst i was catching my breath in close proximity to this beach. He had leaded me to this location, his judgement being this is a safe position"
Rega took a moment to decode what Blade said, deciphering his way of expressing himself. That did sound like something his son would do.
The dragoness sharpened the thin branches she found, sharpening both ends. One in order to skewer the meat and the other to secure the branches into the ground. She was cutting some pieces of the buck when Jura came out of the cave, conscious once again. She asked about the corpse inside the cave. Neither she nor Blade replied to her question. Blade glanced at her for a second but didn't say anything because he considered it was Rega's decision to share that information, and the dragoness didn't because she wasn't ready to talk about it. During their survival, he always put her wellbeing above hers since she was the most vulnerable. And now he died because of her. After sharing more than a century together and raising their son. She sighed deeply in order to not cry due to her memories and emotions. Quietly resuming her job. Luckily the dragoness and the human didn't really seem to care about the answer since they quickly started chatting between themselves.
Shortly after, Rega skewered the meat and nailed the sticks to the ground by the fire. One stick for each, with several pieces of meat. She extended her paw near the fire to judge the temperature. It'd take a pawful of minutes to be done, and she'd have to rotate the meat every now and then for it to cook evenly. She sat by the fire, watching the meat get cooked.
She heard her name being... named. She instinctively raised her head to the direction of the sound. Ashley seemed to be telling Jura about who everyone was, given her pointing and telling she's the chef of the group. Rega made a gesture with her paw to say hi to her, staring at the blue dragoness for a bit. She looked oddly familiar.
"It's good to see you've risen!" Blade told Jura when she stepped out of the cave. He soon felt the smell of the cooking meat, an experience he dearly missed given his imprisonment. Always being handed room temperature food in very small rations. He couldn't remember the last time he smelled fresh food. His mouth began to water and his stomach rumbled. Even if it was going to be meat on a stick.