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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2017 16:20:55 GMT -5
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Post by ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽ on Nov 18, 2017 21:52:13 GMT -5
A common misconception about dragon sanctuaries was that all dragon hands were specialists. In reality, this simply wasn't true. All people who had to handle dragons were, at least, very familiar with them and knew of their basic needs. Makani's parents would be considered well versed experts with dragons, as they knew far more than just how to feed or bathe one, but not specialists. Someone like Garret, on the other hand, definitely couldn't even be called an expert. Specialists were rare, strange people that understood dragons in ways very few others did. Makani was still learning, still very much a rookie, and was really only a "specialist" in title. One day, he might live up to it for real, but for now he had a long way to go.
Makani paused to consider Flint's words in a careful, thoughtful manner. So the egg had come from a nearby Fae forest... He hadn't known there was one nearby. Of course he wouldn't, as not many individuals, even dragon keepers, knew of the locations of the bizarre fantastical areas of nature. The ones that breathed magic, that held more secrets than Makani could ever understand. It did make sense, however, for an expecting she-dragon to lay her eggs there. He was uncertain if she had laid them there at all, though, from the sound it. As Flint had said, the little one's egg had been cold, alone, and may have been close to being petrified. That also brought up the question of how Flint had known, but that was perhaps a question for later.
"How peculiar," Makani remarked, though mostly to himself. He crossed his arms and studied the newborn dragon, watched him wake himself (an adorable and common thing hatchlings did) before grumpily going back to sleep. Still, he was horribly confused at the moment due to this unusual situation. His egg was cold...and he says he might have thought it was petrified. I've never heard of a cold egg hatching without...major complications.
In all honesty, he had never heard of a cold egg hatching at all. Eggs had to be kept at a specific temperature provided by the heat from their mother's bellies, otherwise they wouldn't be able to survive for longer than a few hours. It was why female dragons rarely left their nests and the father of the clutch (most did not mate for life, though there were exceptions) would do all the hunting.
And, of course, there was the issue of Flint's unexpected...relationship with the young dragon. Two very odd occurrences in such a short amount of time.
Scirra did echo his words with a soft rumble, her eyes glued to the form of the baby dragon as he shook himself before settling back down. Her eyes tracked him like a hawk and not once did they stray. For her, it was odd behavior, as she pushed herself into the doorway a bit. Only her large, slender head could fit through the seemingly tiny doorway. From deep in her throat came a low sound, non-threatening, and one that was quite inviting in nature.
What a nice gesture...how odd of her to make it, Makani found himself thinking. Scirra was not the social type, and though she did not actively try to interact with the hatchling, she did seem to be rather interested in him. Makani blinked at her, put his lips together and made a soft whistling noise. The moment Scirra looked at him, he smiled a little. They shared a brief moment, a handful of seconds that would have appeared like nothing to most, but in that moment they could share so many words. It was broken only when Makani turned back to Flint. "Well, um. We have a lot to discuss," he said at last, still more than a little awkward. "But first I'd like to take a look at the little one. Just to...make sure nothing is wrong."
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Post by ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽ on Nov 30, 2017 11:58:30 GMT -5
Hi! Are you still interested in this?
I understand if you're not or you're too busy, but I thought I'd check and ask. C:
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2017 12:06:01 GMT -5
im gonna be 100% honest with you i completely forgot about this orz im so sorry! i'll get to replying soon i swear
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Post by ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽ on Nov 30, 2017 12:51:56 GMT -5
[ It's okay! Take your time replying. ]
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2017 11:52:15 GMT -5
There was something delicate about the hatchling; perhaps it was the catlike litheness of his body, or the soft down on his wings. If Flint was being completely honest with himself, he was growing attached to the little thing - it didn't way up when he pressed his fingers gently against the fluff, and he seemed content to relax into every movement that Flint made. It was like...holding a child, perhaps. Though he had done nothing to deserve it, he felt like he had the baby dragon's trust.
When Makani mentioned that he had to ensure that nothing was wrong with the hatchling, he glanced up. Right, he thought, just in case. He looked down at the sleeping dragon and, after a moment of thought, he gently ran his thumb over the nose of him. It was with great reluctance that the slender white head perked up, ears (or horns? Flint couldn't quite tell) perking up slowly. A high-pitched rumble came from the little one, much like a kitten's purr, and upon realising whom had woken him, he all but scrambled to his feet.
"Hello," he greeted him softly, and was given a burp in return. Flint gently picked him up and, after a moment's thought, set him on the table.
Almost immediately, the dragon hopped back onto his lap and chirped. Flint's eyebrow twitched briefly and he put him back on the table; but once again, the hatchling returned to his lap like he was attached with a bungee cord.
"Okay," he said. "This should not be this hard," he tried again, and, as expected, the hatchling hopped back. This time, a little chirp was given and his little wings fluttered excitedly. At a loss as to what to do, he looked at Makani, "should I - should I just...hand him over to you?"
[ apologies for short post ]
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