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Time for another nest! Thanks @Ikilou for lending Wackes!
If anyone's got a derg they want to lend to the project, feel free to let me know :)
Grommit found that he liked being a father. Royale was one adorable little hatchling, and watching her grow up was both joyful and somewhat sad by turns. Eventually, however, she left the nest. Her last letter had placed her at the shores of the Sea of a Thousand Currents.
Once some time had passed, Emeritus had reminded Grommit of his suggestion to follow him on a tour. That was how he wound up here, in a little natural amphitheater formed by a rocky hill in Dragonhome. He stood at the edge of the audience, not joining in on the cheers from the crowd. As he sipped on a drink, a large bundle of fur bumped it out of his claws.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" A brown tundra with curious gold streaks stood next to him, brown eyes wide.
"It's alright," Grommit said, shrugging. "It was just water."
"Oh, ok, glad to hear it," the Tundra said, looking a little embarrassed. She extended a hand. "Hi, I'm Wackes."
"Hello, Wackes," Grommit said. "I'm Grommit."
As the concert progressed, the two dragons struck up a conversation. Grommit learned that Wackes was from Dragonhome, and had several siblings. "My mother is racing my aunts to have 100 hatchlings," she explained.
Grommit's eyes widened. He couldn't even imagine having 100 hatchlings himself, much less actively racing others to it! "It must make the lair pretty crowded," he remarked.
"Eh, it's workable," Wackes said with a shrug. "Sometimes I feel like every time I turn around, she's bringing back another dragon to our area of the lair. My father was the first, I wish they could have stayed together. You kind of remind me of him." Wackes' eyes grew wide again, and she said quickly, "In that you look – er, ummm . . . not alike, because you both have different markings, but . . ." Grommit could swear he felt a little bit of her embarrassment secondhand.
"I'll just stop talking now," Wackes muttered.
"It's alright, I'm not offended," Grommit said. "I'm a dad, it's my job to embarrass people." Only then did he realize what he was comparing Wackes too.
Wackes chuckled. "I guess awkwardness comes with the name, huh?" she remarked.
"Yeah, must be," Grommit ceded.
They ended up hanging out long past the concert's ending.
Two eggs, now. A little better, Grommit, but not by much!
Time for another nest! Thanks @Ikilou for lending Wackes!
If anyone's got a derg they want to lend to the project, feel free to let me know :)
Grommit found that he liked being a father. Royale was one adorable little hatchling, and watching her grow up was both joyful and somewhat sad by turns. Eventually, however, she left the nest. Her last letter had placed her at the shores of the Sea of a Thousand Currents.
Once some time had passed, Emeritus had reminded Grommit of his suggestion to follow him on a tour. That was how he wound up here, in a little natural amphitheater formed by a rocky hill in Dragonhome. He stood at the edge of the audience, not joining in on the cheers from the crowd. As he sipped on a drink, a large bundle of fur bumped it out of his claws.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" A brown tundra with curious gold streaks stood next to him, brown eyes wide.
"It's alright," Grommit said, shrugging. "It was just water."
"Oh, ok, glad to hear it," the Tundra said, looking a little embarrassed. She extended a hand. "Hi, I'm Wackes."
"Hello, Wackes," Grommit said. "I'm Grommit."
As the concert progressed, the two dragons struck up a conversation. Grommit learned that Wackes was from Dragonhome, and had several siblings. "My mother is racing my aunts to have 100 hatchlings," she explained.
Grommit's eyes widened. He couldn't even imagine having 100 hatchlings himself, much less actively racing others to it! "It must make the lair pretty crowded," he remarked.
"Eh, it's workable," Wackes said with a shrug. "Sometimes I feel like every time I turn around, she's bringing back another dragon to our area of the lair. My father was the first, I wish they could have stayed together. You kind of remind me of him." Wackes' eyes grew wide again, and she said quickly, "In that you look – er, ummm . . . not alike, because you both have different markings, but . . ." Grommit could swear he felt a little bit of her embarrassment secondhand.
"I'll just stop talking now," Wackes muttered.
"It's alright, I'm not offended," Grommit said. "I'm a dad, it's my job to embarrass people." Only then did he realize what he was comparing Wackes too.
Wackes chuckled. "I guess awkwardness comes with the name, huh?" she remarked.
"Yeah, must be," Grommit ceded.
They ended up hanging out long past the concert's ending.
Two eggs, now. A little better, Grommit, but not by much!
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