The Isle of Night Roleplaying Thread
Atheling sighed gently, lowering his head in reverence to their fallen, one last time, he turned and retreated from the hall. Beyond, in the main cavern, Nightwings sat about in silence, even the youngest understood the troubles that were soon to come.
In the middle of a a time of peril, when hunters sought them solely for their skins, ten of their own had fallen. Ten respected and longstanding members of the flock.
Atheling looked out over his tribe, loyal warriors all, faithful to their leader through all. He had to wonder how long it would be, and how many deaths it would take for him to be able to protect them all.
Green, blue, and yellow eyes stared back at him
//My friends, our warriors have fallen, and once more, we are faced with the difficult decision of what we should do now. What shall we do to stop these dangerous two-leggers? They continue to prey upon us, who have done nothing to harm them, they seek our destruction, for what reason, we don't know. We have fought for our own safety, and this is were it has brought us. i have no more ideas, and I need your help. What should we do to stop these two-leggers from destroying us and our homes.//
A older nightwing, a sage, huffed lightly as she watched the crowd. Young ones squirmed, full of ideas, but to young to be allowed to speak.
//Sire, recently our scouts located the lost fledgling, he was discovered on an island full of these two legged menaces, a partner to their alpha, and the head of the flock there. The winged ones of the island worked claw in paw with the two-leggers, and assisted them, and were cared for by them. Would it not be prudent to do as they do? To appoint young from the isle of the two-leggers to help us in our fight? That we might teach them our ways, and they might help protect us? Acting as a messenger between our kind and their own. Maybe they would be able to help prevent any more of these attacks.//
Atheling frowned slightly. What the sage had said was good, strong words, and her idea sounded very good, but he had already lost some of his strongest warriors! And he could not bare to spare any more of them to hunt out twoleggers.
Down near the back, he could see several of the young-lings, green scouts, and barely adults most of them, most were squirming and generally being distracting.
An idea struck him, these young ones, they tended to be full f energy, always ready for adventure, and not typically the strongest while fighting. Some of them had been causing trouble in the nest lately, and this might be the perfect opportunity to teach them to grow up. Not to mention it would be a relief to get some of them out of the nest for awhile.
Of course not all of the scouts he sent out should be immature and troublesome. Thinking for a second, he motioned to the youngsters.
//Very well, we will send these scouts to seek out two-legged allies. Faeger, Wilddeor, Glory, Feras, Frix, Cawraral, and Emerald. The seven of you shall go out, and seek out two-leggers to aid our cause. Only choose the ones with the strongest and purest of hearts, the two-leggers that are best fit to our cause, our life, and our needs. I will leave it at your discretion as to what is necessary to meet these needs. Be off at once.//
As the young ascended, Atheling took in a deep breath. Hopefully his sending the two older scouts would aid the mission. And hopefully they would be able to find adequate two-leggers to suit their needs. The older Scouts could insure that this happened, but more importantly, they already knew where to find the nest of the strang two-leggers, the place called Berk.
I smiled to myself as my name was called. The alpha wanted me to help save us? I was a good scout. No wonder!
I didn't know the others well, even tho we lived in the same nest. I shrugged and flew off, we'd get to know each other later. Right now I NEEDED TO FIND A GOOD HUMAN AND SHOW EVERYONE WHAT A GOOD SCOUT i COULD BE.
Glory hears her name and thinks: ‘Oh yeah, adventure!’
She makes weird jumps out of excitement and takes off quickly.
I was watching the meeting with silent curiosity, wondering if they were going to send scouts out to find these two-legs that Atheling talked about. I have never seen a two-leg before, i've only heard stories about them, but if I was chosen I could go farther that what trouble allows me to be up in the north.
Turns out, I was chosen, along with four other young dragons and two older scouts. Blinking my aqua-colored eyes for a moment, I finally said, "Yes, sire," and then took off with the group I was with into the night sky.
Amaya was up with the sun. It was a new day on Berk. There was a lot of damage to repair after the Bewilderbeast Drago controlled attacked. She had been unable to participate in the battle thanks to Garenth's recovering from his racing injury. He was still on bedrest for the most part. One of the perks of being able to speak Dragonese fluently was being able to ask the current Alpha of the island - Toothless of course - to order Garenth to rest his wing until he was healed. He'd never race again - which was unfortunate for both dragon and rider - but he could still help with the repairs and Berk Watch. She got up, dressed in her usual colors of sky blue, indigo and lavender, today her outfit being a simple embroidered tunic, leggings and boots suitible for riding and her flight jacket with a stylized Nadder on the right chest pocket her mother embroidered. The family Terrible Terror - a red and green fellow named Lyall - flew in with the mail and chirped at her, dropping a letter from Hiccup in her hand. "Thanks Lyall!" She told the dragon in his native language. "Any time boss!" The dragon replied before zipping out to find her parents. She opened it and inside was basically a letter from Hiccup asking her to help repair the damage near the main blacksmith shop today if Garenth was up to it. She folded up the letter and put it in her pocket, heading out to the stables. "Hey bud, how you feeling today?" Amaya asked the big blue, bronze and gold Nadder, still speaking Dragonese like it was her native language. Which was almost true. Aside from Japanese and Norse, she spoke fluent Dragonese before she could walk as well as several other languages. "Doing as well as can be expected with a busted wing. At least I can still fly. Now I know how Toothless felt when he lost his tail fin." Garenth grumbled, the dragon looking up from his morning fish. "Well, we've got repair work today. Over by Gobber's place. You up for some heavy lifting?" Amaya replied, getting the dragon's saddle as he got up, testing his wing. "I think I can manage. I'll let you know if I need a break at any point during the work. Thankfully my wing's healed thanks to the medicine Gothi gave me." Garenth replied, flicking his tail to his rider to let her smooth down his spines. "Sure thing big guy. Let's get saddled up and get to work then. I'll grab something from the bakery when we get to town." She told the dragon, getting his saddle on his back before mounting up. "Let's get to work then." Garenth told his rider, swooping out of the open roof of the stables. It was retractable and Garenth liked to sleep with it open when it wasn't raining or snowing. He liked to see the stars. Amaya couldn't blame him for that. He deserved it after his three year strong racing carrer as a champion racer.
(*edit* just so you know, if you see anything in bold italics that means I'm speaking to one of my dragons and they're talking back)
I sat beneath a sparse, leafless tree on the outskirts of the village. I'd been sent to stay in Berk not long ago, but what I hadn't expected was there to be large spikes of ice everywhere and for a new chief to be ruling the island. I'd offered to help, but I couldn't do much without a dragon. A few of the locals had also offered to help me find a dragon to ride, but it didn't feel right to me.
So instead, I sat under a tree, writing a letter back to my parents about the sights I'd seen and what it was like to live among dragons. The closest I'd ever been to them was doing research on the Groncicles and Howls up in the islands, but I'd never seen anything like Berk.
I was interuppted from my writing by the sound of wingbeats. I looked up to see a young man, around my age, riding a threatening Monstrous Nightmare. A woman on a Nadder flew above him. "Hey, Rorikman!" he called, dismounting. I stood up to meet him. "We're heading out to the south sea to find some Scauldrons. Want to come with? You could ride along with Redhook and I," the blond offered, patting his Nightmare's side.
"Thanks for the offer, Val, but I don't think I can today. I have a lot of...work to do. I'm sorry." I shrugged helplessly, looking back at the letter I was writing. The chief had sent me a letter a few days ago. She had wanted me to talk to the chief, Hiccup, when I had a chance. I had to ask him if the trade between Berk and the North Islands was still standing in his leadership. "Maybe tomorrow."
Val sighed and smiled in what seemed like a pitying way. "Sure, Rorikman. Catch you later." With that, he got onto his dragon and flew away into the sky. I watched the two fly away before sighing and packing up my letter, off to ask the chief about trade.
She sat with her head bowed as the Nightwings mourned the death of the ten warriors. Atheling walked into the main cavern and addressed the gathered flock. Cawraral listened as Atheling spoke followed by a sage. They were going to send Nightwings to befriend those two-leggers? Could there really be such a thing as friendly two-leggers? The odd reports they had gotten from scouts seem to say so. Dragons and two-leggers living side by side... Cawraral was jolted out of her thoughts by the sound of her name being called. She, along with six other scouts had been chosen to befriend two-leggers!! Spreading her wings and leaping up into the air, she followed the two older scouts. Cawraral was surprised she had been selected. She hadn't been allowed to scout at all for the past few days, punishment for straying farther away from the island than she was supposed to when scouting. But she had to fly so far to find any islands with decent trees! The Nightwing isle and the surrounding islands were nothing but ice and snow! This odd island - Berk - had trees though, Cawraral recalled, grinning.
As I walked, I saw someone coming towards me. I was surprised, at first, but I decided he was probably just someone heading out of the village. Nevertheless, we were going to cross paths, and it would be rude not to say anything. As I got closer I could see that he had long, light hair and wore a necklace with some kind of tooth on it. He seemed to be just out of his teenage years.
"H.o!" I called as I got closer to him, in an attempt to get him to stop. "I'm new here, and I haven't seen you around before. What's your name?" I smiled in what I hoped was a friendly way and not in a creepy, stalkerish way.
Feras thought about what the sage had said as he took off with the others. He wondered why Atheling had sent him to be a scout. There wasn't really anything particular about him that qualified him to be a scout, after all. Maybe Atheling was just sending them off to get them out of his scales for a while. Feras hoped that wasn't the case, and that he wasn't being thrown in with a group of immature Nightwings because Atheling didn't think he was responsible. As far as Feras knew, he was pretty reliable and mature. However, self-assessment had never been his strong point, so he could only hope he was right.
I flew along and looked at the others. They were slower then me, but the older ones kept growling at me to get back in line. I rolled my green eyes. If I got a little away from them then it didn't matter.
There was snow everywere, and I couldnt see anything else. I looked at the nearest nightfury.
"So what do you think of all this?"
Glory excitedly looks around her. Then she hears someone asking something.
She doesn’t know against who the fast Nightwing was asking something, so carefully she asks: You mean...me?
"Well duh!" I say. "I was looking at you!" I laugh.
I look at her. "What do you tink of all of this?"
‘Hehe, it sounds like a fun adventure..and I love adventure! Although I’m a little nervous, too.’ She replies.
‘And what about you?’
"Me? I'm exited." i say. "I have never gone very far away from the nest and I am excited to see what is out tere." I look at the others and call back ti them because they are behnd me. "What about you all? Are you excited."
"Shush." I hear the ot=lder ones says. I stick out my tongue at her and grin at the others.
"Me? I'm exited." i say. "I have never gone very far away from the nest and I am excited to see what is out tere." I look at the others and call back ti them because they are behnd me. "What about you all? Are you excited."
"Shush." I hear the ot=lder ones says. I stick out my tongue at her and grin at the others.
They were flying over an expanse of water and ice now, the Isle of Night receding behind them. Cawraral looked up as another scout, Emerald if she remembered correctly, asked them all if they were excited. "Yeah, I am! I'm going to get to see two-leggers! I've never actually seen one up close before! From what I've heard they look really weird," Cawraral said.
Looking up at one of the scouts who had called for them, Emerald, I responded.
// Yes, I am excided as well. Though I have traveled farther than I would care to say. //
Even though I have traveled a lot, i've never encountered a two-leg at all. Probibly because we are so far north, but two-legs are adaptable, i've heard.
// If we are going to be traveling together for a few days, it's best to know each other a bit, // and with an exhale, I said, // My name is Frix, it's a pleasure to be scouting with you. //
I was anti-socal most of the time while I was growing up, but that didn't mean that I was hostile.
Before the young man could answer, I was distracted by another new sight. A large, four-winged dragon was strolling around the village, a girl next to her. I waved to her, hoping she could see me, and shouted as loudly as I could, "Wow! I've never seen a dragon like that before! What is she?" I itched to run towards the creature, but it seemed rude to run away from the person I'd just started a conversation with.
Eryk was surprised when the girl stopped and asked him what his name was. "Who, me?" he said, then realized how stupid a question that was. "I'm Eryk. I'm new here, too. Just arrived a few months ago from an island near Iceland, actually." he answered. "Who are you?"
(Sorry, but I was out of internet range for a few hours, didn't mesn to ignore your character, Monkorpio)
I turned back towards the young man, grinning from ear to ear. "Nice to meet you, Eryk. I'm Freyja Rorikman, but most people call me Rorikman." I looked back at the village, where several dragons buzzed around. "This place really is odd, huh? All the dragons everywhere, I mean."
(It's fine. It's not like I can expect you to be around all the time, lol.)
He nodded, happy that he wasn't the only person here unused to dragons. "Yeah, it takes some getting used to." he agreed. "I'd only ever heard stories about dragons until I came here. But it's turned out to be a pretty cool place."
"You've never even seen a dragon before?" I asked, amazed. I thought that everywhere had dragons, trained or not. "I'm from up north. We had a few dragons, but most just raided our villages. You're right, though, it is really cool." I gazed at the village. Two beautiful dragons flew around each other in the air in some kind of odd dance. "Are you planning on staying for a while? People are telling me that I should get a dragon, 'cause it makes everything so much easier."
Eryk shruged. "Dunno. The few people here that I know even a little think everyone should have a dragon. But i'm not sure. I mean, they're cool and all, but I'm not sure how I would go about getting one, or what kind i would want, or anything really." He glanced over at the girl with the four-winged dragon. "But everyone here managed to figure it out ok, so I guess......... maybe i will too? I dunno. It's all rather confusing when everyone has a dragon except me and you and probably, like, six or seven other people."
Garenth landed near a small cluster of people - two girls and a boy but it was hard to tell from Amaya's angle on the dragon's back. The dragon roared, no doubt catching their attention. She saw a Stormcutter with them and wondered who it belonged to. Garenth landed with a thud and let his rider slide off down his wing membrane. "Howdy folks. You guys here to help with repairs to the village like me?" The oriental girl asked, leaning against Garenth as he lowered her head. She glanced at the Stormcutter. "You from Miss Valka's group or another dragon flock there big guy?" She asked the Stormcutter in perfect Dragonese with a slight Eastern accent that was barely noticeable anymore. Her parents had moved here when she was 14 and she was now 17 years old. She's lived on Berk for three years now - since humans started training dragons like they did in Japan and the other countries she's been to. She's seen all sorts of good and bad with dragons and humans together.
I looked at the girl with the four-winged dragon, who had approached. "Hm? Oh, yeah. I've just never seen a dragon like that before. I just know, like, the basic four and Night Furies. I'm new." I smiled apologetically. "She's a very pretty dragon though," I looked at Eryk out of the corner of my good eye, "I was thinking of maybe getting a dragon. Do you think it's a good idea? You look like you're good with them."
Before she could respond, another girl on a Nadder came down. She seemed to be maybe a few years younger than I was. She asked if we were there for repairs, and then began speaking to the four-winged dragon in a strange language. I shook my head, confused, before answering. "I'm not, actually. If the chief's not too busy, I have to ask him a question, but I guess it could wait and I could help out a little." I sighed through my nose after saying that. That was probably the fifth thing I'd agreed to help out with today. "I'm Rorikman, by the way. You are?" I asked the two strangers.
Amaya nodded, glancing at the Stormcutter. Sarafina - that was a pretty name for a dragon. Garenth snorted his own approval. She turned to the other kid. A young man she saw now. Maybe a little older than herself - three years maybe? From what Sarafina said - she wasn't from Valka's group. That made sense. Not all were from Berk or the Sanctuary group. Garenth was one of the original Berkian dragons. She nodded to the girls and the boy they were with. "Name's Amaya Naramaki. This big guy is my partner, Garenth. He's a former racing champ until he tore his wing joint in our last race. Unfortunately, that put the poor guy on permanent retirement. So now we just help out with odd jobs around here and out on Dragon's Edge." She explained, glancing at Sarafina, switching to Dragonese. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Sarafina. I hope you enjoy your time on Berk." The girl told the dragon, bowing slightly as a sign of respect. It was how she was raised really - in Japan, dragons of all sorts were considered sacred creatures. Especially ones like the Stormcutter and similar species. She nodded to the girl who introduced herself as Rheileen. "I learned on my way here from Japan with my parents. I've never been myself, I was born somewhere on the continent not far from Berk. I've been here for about...three years now. It's like a second langauge to me. When you're out in the wilderness and you get lost, you can't always ask a human for directions. My Mom drilled into me that it's always better to trust a dragon with a human or a single dragon than to trust a lone human." She admitted, shrugging it off a little like it was no big deal. She remembered one incident in particuar - she got lost when they were in the woods on the mainland once and a Timberjack found her. The big kind dragon gave her a place to stay for the night, using his wings to shelter her. The dragon was named Old Birch - since he was the color of the birch forest he lived in - and helped her find her parents - who by then were frantic with worry - after the storm that night had passed. She sometimes wondered how he was doing.
I grin at them. "Okay, well what do you think the humans will be like? I think they will be unscaled and have on wings." I zip ahead and smile as they try to catch up.
As I sped up to catch up to Emerald, leaving the ohers in the dust as Faeger sped up as well to catch the two of us, I spoke to her.
// "Humans" is a bit of a uncommon term, now isin't it? Of what I think two-legs will be like, I think that they have no sharp teeth, and no claws either. Im only going off of what some of the elders have said, but a guess is as good as any, I suppose. //
// Hey, you two. // Faeger said as she caught up to us and nudged Emerald and me to slow down and stay with the group.
// By the way, I haven't gotten your name yet. //
Glory shouts: ‘ I don’t know exactly what they look like anymore from when I was a hatchling. I do remember that they had no wings, claws or scales. Not even fur or pelt! They carried different metal things which they call swords and axes...I think. At first I didn’t know what was going on, then they came closer and..’ She remains silent for a moment. ‘One of them slammed an axe multiple times on the ground close to my head, and then my mother dragged me away. And that’s why I’m afraid of things coming fast towards my head, especially the axes themselves, heh.’
Emerald sped on ahead causing the rest of the scouts to try and catch up with her. She asked them what they thought humans would look like. Humans? Cawraral had never heard that term for the Two-leggers before. She beat her wings to catch up with them. Frix said that he had heard that the twolegs didn't have claws or sharp teeth. Then glory shouted out that she had had an frightening experience with Two-leggers before. "That sounds terrifying! I'm sorry that happened to you!" Cawraral said, slowing down to fly beside Glory. "Swords and axes? That's sounds scary. Anyway, if the Two-leggers don't have claws or wings of scales... that maybe that's why the Two-leggers on the Berk island are friends with dragons! Too protect themselves! But then again... Two-leggers just kil.led ten of our warriors... its doesn't seem like they need protection... also I've heard this crazy rumour that lots of Two-leggers have removable horns! Like horns they can take on and off!" Cawraral said to the others.
Garenth rolled his eyes as his rider started chatting as Sarafina replied. "If you need a quiet place to hang out awya from the humans, my stable is open to teh sky if you need a spot to hide. It's nice, quiet and out of the way." The dragon offered, earning a smile from his rider. Amaya didn't mind having another dragon in her stables. "I fully stocked the stables with fresh fish, mutton and chicken. You're more than welcome to make yourself at home there if you need a break." Amaya agreed, glancing up as another Stormcutter flew overhead and then turned her attention back to the humans. "So if you guys need work to do, I could use some help with the repairs over by the blacksmith shop. I'm sure Gobber won't mind me bringing a couple extra hands along." She suggested, wondering if any of her new friends would accept
Eryk shrugged. "Nothin' much. I was just taking a walk when I met Freyja here and we started talking and then you showed up and....... well, that's pretyu much it." He tried not to look too awkwerd as he talked, but he was beginnign to feel out of place being the only guy in a group of girls. When one of them offered to take people over to help Gobber, he nodded. "Ok, I can do that."
Glory replies to the Nightwing who was now flying next to her.
’Yeah, they sure are scary! The difference is: A sword is long, and used as a spear. You know, poking things and sometimes throwing it. They can also slice with it. And an axe is a stick with one blade at each side of it. They remind me of the wings of a Timberjack.’
I smiled slightly when the girl with the Nadder offered some work with repairs. Eryk agreed, and not wanting to feel left out, I said, "Sure, why not? I need to stretch my muscles anyway." I shrugged, cracking my knuckles. "I guess Eryk here told you my name, but what's yours? I don't think I heard," I asked, directing it towards the girl with the Nadder. "I hate not knowing people's names."
Amaya smiled at Eryk and the girl Freyja Rorikman. Apparenlty she liked to be addressed by her last name. Like most people in Japan did. "I'm Amaya Narmakai, my partner here is Garenth. It's nice to meet you Rorikman. Anyways, we should get to work. Gobber's probably waiting for us. My family Terrible Terror, Lyall brought the letter about an hour ago." She mused, Garenth rumbling in greeting to the humans as he lowered his head to blink at the new humans in front of him. He was always the friendly sort of Nadder. He grew up around humans after all.
"Pleased to meet you, Amaya." I grinned, but my smile faded when I realized that two of my companions had dragons, but Eryk and I didn't. "You guys aren't gonna like, fly off without us, right? I've tried to keep up with flying dragons before, and let me tell you, it is not easy. I mean, I'm fine with heading out now, I just don't want to get left in the dust," I rambled, and cursed myself immediately after. Well, that was one of the dumbest sounding things I'd ever said.
Amaya tilted her head. "Not a chance. I know the Twins would do that but I won't. I can't say the same for Rheileen though." She assured Rorikman as she rubbed Garenth at the base of one of his spines near his ear. The dragon purred in response, leaning into the petting his human was giving him. He gave Sarafina a look that said "See? Humans aren't all bad" before closing his eyes in enjoyment. Sure he couldn't race anymore but he was still pampered like a champion. They had the trophies to prove it too.
Garenth nodded as the older wild dragon accepted his offer. "You're welcome to use it any time ma'am." He assured her as Amaya smiled. "It helps being able to speak to dragons. Especially when you're a racer. They like to trash talk as much as the humans do. That was also what helped me figure out Garenth tore his wing joint during our last race. Garenth told me what hurt and I was able to help him with it. As for the way Sarafina speaks, I know a few wild dragons who speak like that. There's this old Timberjack I met once as a kid who used to speak like that. Funny story how I met him actually. It was when I was a toddler before we moved to Berk." Amaya mused, willing to share the story if anyone asked. "Why don't we head towards where we're supposed to be working? Gobber's probably going to come looking for me if I don't show up soon." She mused, earning a grunt of approval for Garenth
I grin. "Those are silly ideas!"
(idk what to say and yes I know that rymed, I do that all the time)
Amaya smiled. "I don't mind sharing that story. I was about two or three when it happened. I was gathering berries for our camp when a storm hit. I couldnt find my way back in time and it started to rain. I got completely turned around and tripped over this old timberjack's tail.I thought "Oh great, I'm lost and this guy's gonna eat me!" I didn't realize I had a natural gift for Dragonese until he started talking. He introduced himself as Old Birch and offered me a place to stay. After letting me use his wings as a tent, he helped me find my parents and fresh berries to take with us. When we were living in the area, I used to visit him but I haven't seen him since I was 12. I often wonder how he's doing and if he's still around." She admitted, thinking of the fun she used to have with Old Birch
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Rheileen
As the sun rose I flopped my thin pillow over my head. I did not want to get up today. The distinct lack of a dragon yanking my covers off, or pulling me out of bed by my legs, was stifling. And I hated it.
"Rheileen Tomahona! Get down here before breakfast is done and over!"
I groaned and flopped out of bed. Grabbing my clothes I all but threw them on. It was colder then normal, so I grabbed fur lined boots and thick wool stockings.
I glanced over at the empty stone that used to be my dragons bed. Sighing gently I tromped down the stairs. Instead of eating with the family, I just grabbed some fruit and bread, and headed outside.
Hilda and her six children ignored me, it wasn't unusual for me to be gone all day, as long as I got my chores done.
To be honest, I could still be staying in my dragons stables, but somehow, I didn't want to. It felt odd, even with dragons everywhere, because just two of them were missing. But the most prominant ones!
Climbing up through the village, i waved a brief hello to the folks I knew, the workers at the smithy, Hiccup and the Dragon Riders, Toothless, multiple dragons, and Gothi's Apprentice; Feaflena.
The great hall was right ahead of me, but i veered off the path and up farther. The traditional stables was located near the docks, but some of the more reclusive dragon had taken to nesting in a place that whispering deaths had hollowed out above the Great Hall. That's were I was headed now.
Once inside the cave, I headed for the back of the main cavern where, hanging from the wall was my newest project; Sarafina the Stormcutter, a new rescue who had been asigned to me for gentling and rehabilitation.
//Hey there beautiful. Wake up, it's time to go.//
Yellow eyes stared at me from under one of the four wings. I ignited my FireBracers to catch her attention. She stretched lazily and climbed down. I sighed, good, I had her attention, now I just needed to keep it.
//Come on, lets try visiting the village pretty girl.//
Sarafina rolled her large, owl-like eyes. //Very well two-legger.//
I ignored the jibe, she was a dragon with a strong sense of pride, it would take her awhile to call me anything but that. Sure, I had a dragon name, given to me by my first dragon friend, but only a few called me that.
I tried not to think of the fact that that friend was no longer alive, and instead I headed towards the village, Sarafina in tow.