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The egg hatched in the morning. Unlike Solin’s strategy of struggling and then bursting through the eggshell angrily, the little purple Guardian came out rather easily.
She peered up at Keir and I – good gods she’s going to be large, but she’s a Guardian, what else should I expect – and seemed to be memorizing our faces. “Hello,” I said, bending down a few paces away. I didn’t want to get attacked by a hatchling again.
The little Guardian made a small noise and seemed to smile at us. A low growling noise came from my side, and I looked down to see Solin starting to crouch into a fighting stance. Oh, come on. “Solin, don’t, she’s – SOLIN!”
My words fell on deaf ears as Solin jumped forward and attacked the little Guardian. Keir looked shocked, and I jerked forward to separate them. … But once I got closer, I could see that even though Solin was trying his best to bite and scratch and punch the Guardian, she was just giggling and rolling around with him. I sighed and sat back. “I think they’re fine,” I said to Keir as she sat beside me.
“Are you sure?” she asked, looking at the two doubtfully. “Solin’s really going at her.”
I shrugged. “She’s laughing … And he doesn’t seem to be able to hurt her.” I watched the hatchlings roll around for a while, trying not to laugh at Solin. He was seriously trying his best to injure the Guardian, but nothing he did seemed to do more than tickle her. “What should we call her?”
Keir thought for a moment before looking at the book I had bought her. I had read her a couple of stories since we left the market, and she was starting to pick up some letters. “What about Pali? Like in the story about the Guardian and the Emperor?”
“I like that,” I said, getting up and separating the hatchlings. No matter how strong Pali’s hide seemed to be, if Solin kept going at her he’d hurt her eventually. Of course, Solin bit my arm as I did so, but Pali just shakily crawled over to Keir … before looking curiously at a dying ember from the fire and trying to grab it, pulling her hand back when it burned her. Gods help me.
Solin started talking, too. His first words happened when he was scuffling with Pali. And, to my horror, his first word was @&^%. Where he had picked that up, I had no idea, but I exchanged a horrified glance with Keir and scooped him up. I gave him a talk, but he mostly ignored me and tried to claw at my feathers. And, to top it all off, now most of what I say to him is answered with “no” or “why.” I think I liked it better when he just growled and tried to attack.
We also moved further into the Sunbeam Ruins, and I started to notice a lot more dragons. We passed a couple of lairs, but they might as well have been towns. One was huge, and was actually several clans living in almost the same structure. A Pearlcatcher hatchling ran out to … well, I wasn’t really sure what he was going to do, but Solin started growling and stalking forwards and he ran off. I tried to scold him, and told him he should stop trying to attack everything that moves, but I just got a “not gonna” and another bite.
Pali’s faring well, though. She can keep up with us already if we move slowly, and rolls around with Solin if he tries to attack her.
But even so, I was exhausted by the time we found another ruin. I’m trying to keep the “parent duties” from Keir – she’s not that much younger than me, sure, but I feel a sort of responsibility. Weird. When I think about it, I’m not all that much older than any of them.
When we lay down to sleep, I had to separate Solin and Pali so he didn’t try anything while she was asleep. Solin slept between Keir and I (he refused to be moved) and Pali slept on my other side. At the moment, my wings are able to cover all of us, but Solin is getting too big. Soon he and Keir won’t fit under one of my wings, and we’ll have to sleep in a different position. Sure, I guess none of them need to be under my wings, but I feel more secure knowing that they are. I have no idea what I’m doing, and I’m not a good caretaker for any of them, but gods know that I’ll do my best to keep them safe.
Updates will be a bit erratic for a while! I have a crossover with Axqu in the works, and I’m super excited for it! If you haven’t already, I highly recommend checking out Axqu’s Nuzlocke, My Name is Galli! It’s darker than Fractured, and it’s a very well written story. c:
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Day 12 - The Sunbeam Ruins. Awareness 476/900
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Day 12 - The Sunbeam Ruins. Awareness 476/900
The egg hatched in the morning. Unlike Solin’s strategy of struggling and then bursting through the eggshell angrily, the little purple Guardian came out rather easily.
She peered up at Keir and I – good gods she’s going to be large, but she’s a Guardian, what else should I expect – and seemed to be memorizing our faces. “Hello,” I said, bending down a few paces away. I didn’t want to get attacked by a hatchling again.
The little Guardian made a small noise and seemed to smile at us. A low growling noise came from my side, and I looked down to see Solin starting to crouch into a fighting stance. Oh, come on. “Solin, don’t, she’s – SOLIN!”
My words fell on deaf ears as Solin jumped forward and attacked the little Guardian. Keir looked shocked, and I jerked forward to separate them. … But once I got closer, I could see that even though Solin was trying his best to bite and scratch and punch the Guardian, she was just giggling and rolling around with him. I sighed and sat back. “I think they’re fine,” I said to Keir as she sat beside me.
“Are you sure?” she asked, looking at the two doubtfully. “Solin’s really going at her.”
I shrugged. “She’s laughing … And he doesn’t seem to be able to hurt her.” I watched the hatchlings roll around for a while, trying not to laugh at Solin. He was seriously trying his best to injure the Guardian, but nothing he did seemed to do more than tickle her. “What should we call her?”
Keir thought for a moment before looking at the book I had bought her. I had read her a couple of stories since we left the market, and she was starting to pick up some letters. “What about Pali? Like in the story about the Guardian and the Emperor?”
“I like that,” I said, getting up and separating the hatchlings. No matter how strong Pali’s hide seemed to be, if Solin kept going at her he’d hurt her eventually. Of course, Solin bit my arm as I did so, but Pali just shakily crawled over to Keir … before looking curiously at a dying ember from the fire and trying to grab it, pulling her hand back when it burned her. Gods help me.
Solin started talking, too. His first words happened when he was scuffling with Pali. And, to my horror, his first word was @&^%. Where he had picked that up, I had no idea, but I exchanged a horrified glance with Keir and scooped him up. I gave him a talk, but he mostly ignored me and tried to claw at my feathers. And, to top it all off, now most of what I say to him is answered with “no” or “why.” I think I liked it better when he just growled and tried to attack.
We also moved further into the Sunbeam Ruins, and I started to notice a lot more dragons. We passed a couple of lairs, but they might as well have been towns. One was huge, and was actually several clans living in almost the same structure. A Pearlcatcher hatchling ran out to … well, I wasn’t really sure what he was going to do, but Solin started growling and stalking forwards and he ran off. I tried to scold him, and told him he should stop trying to attack everything that moves, but I just got a “not gonna” and another bite.
Pali’s faring well, though. She can keep up with us already if we move slowly, and rolls around with Solin if he tries to attack her.
But even so, I was exhausted by the time we found another ruin. I’m trying to keep the “parent duties” from Keir – she’s not that much younger than me, sure, but I feel a sort of responsibility. Weird. When I think about it, I’m not all that much older than any of them.
When we lay down to sleep, I had to separate Solin and Pali so he didn’t try anything while she was asleep. Solin slept between Keir and I (he refused to be moved) and Pali slept on my other side. At the moment, my wings are able to cover all of us, but Solin is getting too big. Soon he and Keir won’t fit under one of my wings, and we’ll have to sleep in a different position. Sure, I guess none of them need to be under my wings, but I feel more secure knowing that they are. I have no idea what I’m doing, and I’m not a good caretaker for any of them, but gods know that I’ll do my best to keep them safe.