10-26-2018, 05:31 AM
Leilan
a dragon who couldn't be hurt on the outside
could have so many ragged holes inside
could have so many ragged holes inside
Whatever anyone else may say, he’s not a total idiot.
Meaning he spies on Roseen and the boy sometimes, from a high up cliff or simply from across a meadow, always staying clear of their vision range, of course. Like he did with Breckin to make sure she was safe from Klaudius; using the edges of his dragon vision to not be seen, but see instead. Some days he likes to practise heat vision as well. It’s been a year by now that he has it, and switching is easier now.
But making sure that Thorgal is safe and cared for is pretty much all he can do right about now. Though the boy does get away from his mother more often by now, he still is very loyal to her. He smiles to himself about that - well, it seems he inherited some good things of him after all. It falters again with the idea that Roseen may have a totally different story to tell Thorgal about his father, and with a sigh, he continues on his quest to find some fall fruits that aren’t fermented or rotten (he doesn’t need to get home sick or drunk and try to explain that to Breckin - no-thank-you, she’s easily enough pissed these days already). Teeth like his are all handy sometimes when trying to expel some evil from the world, but they’re not very much suited for grazing, and if he can tear roots and fruits off of trees and bushes that means he has time for something else on the day.
He finds himself such a fruit-bearing tree in the forest parts of Nerine, near where Hyaline begins to exist. Pears today, this late in autumn he doesn’t want to try apples to be honest. Munching on one, he looks around casually, because it’s relatively quiet. It’s then that he spots movement, and with a knowing smile walks a little furter, a curve towards a more open spot. He stops there to graze, albeit slowly, and turns his eyesight to heat vision to spot the little fellow. Without so much as a blink or turn of his head, his eyes go from orange back to blue, before he addresses the young one. ”I see you.”
Meaning he spies on Roseen and the boy sometimes, from a high up cliff or simply from across a meadow, always staying clear of their vision range, of course. Like he did with Breckin to make sure she was safe from Klaudius; using the edges of his dragon vision to not be seen, but see instead. Some days he likes to practise heat vision as well. It’s been a year by now that he has it, and switching is easier now.
But making sure that Thorgal is safe and cared for is pretty much all he can do right about now. Though the boy does get away from his mother more often by now, he still is very loyal to her. He smiles to himself about that - well, it seems he inherited some good things of him after all. It falters again with the idea that Roseen may have a totally different story to tell Thorgal about his father, and with a sigh, he continues on his quest to find some fall fruits that aren’t fermented or rotten (he doesn’t need to get home sick or drunk and try to explain that to Breckin - no-thank-you, she’s easily enough pissed these days already). Teeth like his are all handy sometimes when trying to expel some evil from the world, but they’re not very much suited for grazing, and if he can tear roots and fruits off of trees and bushes that means he has time for something else on the day.
He finds himself such a fruit-bearing tree in the forest parts of Nerine, near where Hyaline begins to exist. Pears today, this late in autumn he doesn’t want to try apples to be honest. Munching on one, he looks around casually, because it’s relatively quiet. It’s then that he spots movement, and with a knowing smile walks a little furter, a curve towards a more open spot. He stops there to graze, albeit slowly, and turns his eyesight to heat vision to spot the little fellow. Without so much as a blink or turn of his head, his eyes go from orange back to blue, before he addresses the young one. ”I see you.”
@[Thorgal]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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