Alew's dragon Falla

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

29.82 m

Wingspan

20.05 m

Weight

8698 kg

Genetics

Royal
Iridescent

Royal
Butterfly

Royal
Peacock

Hatchday

Jun 26, 2019
(4 years)

Breed

Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Shadow
Uncommon

Level 1 Imperial

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Jorvan
Junia

Offspring

none

Biography

~From the desk of Chickweed Caraway~

Falla / Clan Barberry

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━ My Location: ━
An ambiguous location in the Tangled Wood. My map is not terribly helpful, and there’s no balloon service near by.

━ Crimes: ━
Making me work with these brats.

━ Questions: ━
How old is he? He has to be one of the longest lived Imperials I’ve ever met, though I admit, my experience is limited.
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(Layout by Mask)

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There’s always something that goes wrong.

Things had been going rather well for me when I entered the Tangled Wood. Orchid and Bulrush had taken good care of me during my trek through the Viridian Labyrinth. I was free from Chiron, making my own choices, and feeling optimistic. I had planned to cut through the Driftwood Drag and reach the Sunbeam Ruins as soon as possible. I have a friend there, and while he might not be as invested in my safety as Chiron, I doubt he’ll be as much of pain.

Anyway, the trees in the Wood weren’t very conducive to flight, but now that my feathers were no longer perpetually damp, I decided it was time to stretch my wings and take to the air. Unfortunately, I forgot that I hadn’t flown in several months, and I’m not as young as I used to be. Let’s just say my right wing doesn’t want to flap anymore, and my back leg doesn’t want to support any weight.

As painful as that was, I decided I could still limp my way to the Ruins. My map indicated that I was decently close, and I took heart in that despite the hard ground and pine needles stuck in my feathers.

And then I didn’t reach the Ruins. And then I didn’t the next day or the next, and my wing was still sore, and my food supply was running low, and I started to question the integrity of my map. When the air started to smell like rain, I knew I was in trouble.

Fortunately, I ran into a town my map conveniently forgot to mention. It wasn’t very large, but there was an inn, and I decided to splurge and rent myself a room. There, the innkeeper informed me that I had been heading east instead of west, and she found this to be hilarious. I didn’t give her a tip.

Anyway, that’s where I am now, in my room and scribbling away at my notebook for the first time in a few weeks. This is a setback to be sure, but the innkeeper was kind enough to point out a road (that my map conveniently didn’t have) that runs towards my destination. I’m still not going to give her a tip.

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Update: Well, I’m not heading to the Sunbeam Ruins today. I woke up from the best sleep I’ve had all year and realized that I could straighten out my wing. It was still a little sore, but usable. And then I got up only to realize that my back leg had officially gone on strike.

Apparently, my reaction was loud enough that the innkeeper stuck her head into my room and asked me not to use those words where her hatchlings could hear. She was a bit more sympathetic when she saw me sprawled on the ground, and said she’d fetch the clan healer.

That concerns me. She said “healer” and not “doctor” or “witch,” which means I’ll be lucky if the healer even knows the way around basic anatomy and doesn't try to stick leaches on my eyes.

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Update: So, I learned a few new things about this little town. First, it’s inhabited by only one clan, Clan Barberry. Usually towns tend to house at least two or three clans, but this town houses one very large clan with lots of noisy little hatchlings. Second, the clan has a wild aspiration to become some kind of major trading post, and third, they don’t believe in giving out their medical services for free.

The healer was pleasant enough at first. His name is Falla, and I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen an Imperial in person. He was too large to fit in my room, so the innkeeper had to drag me out into the foyer, where he looked over my leg. He said it looked like a former hairline fracture that had been walked on until it finally broke, and that he’d need to put it in a splint. When I asked him to burn some dazegrass for the pain, he said that I was welcome to bite on a stick instead. At that point, my eyes were watering too badly to see what was going on, but apparently his big claws weren’t too large to set my leg in a splint.

That’s when Falla told me that I owed him a fee. I informed him that my stay at the inn cost me most of my gems, and that I could send the money back to him once I reached the Ruins. He refused, and I started to panic. I told him that having a leg wasn’t optional, and that I wanted to speak to the clan leader.

He stared at me for a moment and told me that he was the clan leader.

I admit, I started to get nervous. I was in the middle of nowhere with a broken leg, and the mercy of a massive purple beast and an innkeeper who I didn’t tip. I offered him some of the gems I still had, as well as a few books I’d been carrying with me since I left my home in the Steppes.

When he said he couldn't read, I thought my days were over. However, paused over the books, and while they were made for a much smaller dragon, he took the time leaf through the pages with his oversized claws and said that he’d always wanted to learn how to read. That’s when I opened my big mouth and said one of the stupidest things I’ve ever said in my entire life. “It’s not too late. Anyone can learn how to read,” I said. “I would know. I’m a former school teacher.”

I was trying to flatter him in order to gain some sympathy. Instead, he exchanged a glance with the innkeeper. Falla then said said that I didn’t owe him anything. The innkeeper then said that she would let me stay in my room for free until my leg healed.

When I asked what the catch was, they smiled and said they had a son and a daughter that would greatly benefit from literacy. In fact, they had a clanfull of hatchlings that could learn how to read, and that it would set up the clan for their future in trade like nothing has before.

I looked at them and then at the splint wrapped around my leg and almost told them that they had my full permission to tear off my leg and throw me back out into the trees. “It would be my pleasure.” I said. “I can teach them how to read while my leg heals.”

You would have thought that I had given them a thousand gems. They tucked me back into my room and kept whispering excitedly to one another about the future of the clan.

I stared at the wall for a while. I’ve already served my time in the classroom. I’m not excited about doing so again.

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Update: The hatchlings were fine at first. Privet (the innkeeper) donated a room in the inn for the lessons, and the hatchlings weren’t sure how to respond to me. They stared at me with their big, purple eyes as I tried to explain the alphabet to them. It was difficult without a blackboard, but I felt that I did well enough. The classroom was calm enough and I could see Falla’s shadow through the window every so often as if he was trying to catch some of the lesson himself.

However, these little hatchlings have never been cooped up in a classroom before, and I noticed that many of them started fidgeting halfway through my lessons. And then I saw one of my students, a little Nocturne, playing a game of dice with herself..

I did my usual routine, which included snatching away her dice and telling her that she would need to stay after class to clean the room. You would have thought I scratched the child. The other hatchlings gasped, and she demanded to know why. I told her that this was my classroom and these were my rules, and that anyone else who didn’t bother to pay attention to my lessons would be similarly punished.

I’ve had disobedient students, but I’ve never had such an emotional response from an entire classroom. The class was in uproar for a solid five minutes, and a few flew out the door, shrieking that I was going to keep them in there forever. It wasn’t long before there was a mass exodus, and I was left alone in the room and realized how much my leg was aching.

Thankfully, Falla came to my rescue. He saw the commotion and guided every single hatchling back into my classroom and told them that they were going to listed to the nice dragon talk or they would be cleaning a lot more than the classroom. He gave a pointed look at the little Nocturne who I recently learned was his own daughter.

The class settled back down in silence, but it was clear they weren’t listening to me. Falla told me that it would take about two months for my leg to heal, but I’ve got a hunch that it’s going to feel like much longer than that.

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Update: The little demons haven’t stormed out of my classroom again, but at this point I wished they would. Ever since the incident with Falla, they’ve all banded together in this union of seething anger. They haven’t been openly rebellious. They’re all too scared of Falla for that, but they refuse to listen, staring pointedly out the window, at the wall, anything but me. Even when I provided paper and ink for them to practice their letters, they drew everything but the alphabet.

Skitter, the dicey little Nocturne, is their ringleader, I’m sure. Every time I ask a hatchling a question in class, they look to her for approval. Her brother Thistle is less of a problem, but he doesn't help much either.

I need to come up with something. Even if my leg heals, I doubt that Falla and Privet will let me leave until their precious children can read, and at this rate, I’ll die here.

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Update: Skitter stole one of my notebooks and only the threat of a massive purple Imperial kept me from throttling her on the spot. She had flown up into a pine tree and was taunting me with it. I turned to go fetch her father, but then she pulled out the threat.

She was going to rip out every single page, chew it up, and spit it out unless I gave her back the dice set I had confiscated. I stared up at her and she stared up at me until I turned around and retrieved her dice set from my classroom. A year’s worth of careful notes isn’t worth consistency in the classroom.

Of course she was playing with her friends all through class the next day, but it’s not like they were listening anyway. I wonder if Falla will let me leave if I convince him I taught the hatchlings good moral lessons.

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Update: A few days ago, Falla asked me why his hatchlings aren’t learning anything. He doesn’t mince words, does he? I told him that literacy is a difficult thing, and while he seemed to buy it, Privet was clearly judging me over his shoulder the whole time.

Clearly, I needed to take a different approach. So I did.

Yesterday, I brought my deck of cards, and instead of starting my lecture on punctuation, I dealt myself a game of solitaire. It didn’t take long for Skitter and her friends to put down the dice and watch.

When the room was quiet enough, I asked them if anything was wrong, and Thistle asked me what I was doing. I told him that if they were just going to play games, I might as well do so too. I also told him that he wouldn’t like my kind of games, though. They were too complex for hatchlings to understand and enjoy.

That caught Skitter’s attention. She told me that she was very smart demanded that I teach her and her friends to play and we had a conversation that went a little like this:

“I thought you didn’t like learning.”
“This is a game. I like games.”
“I think this game is a little too hard for you. Why don’t you go back to your dice?”
“I can learn any game.”
“Hm. I’m just not sure your little mind is developed enough.”
“I’ll learn it and I’ll beat you.”
“Very well. But what will you give me if I win?”

That was the turning point in the conversation. She and her little friends had been betting pine cones in the corner, and I knew she was quite familiar with the concept of gambling. I told her if she won, I would keep silent for the entire day, and let the entire class play as many games as they liked. But if I won, she’d have to copy down anything I wanted onto the paper I provided.

She agreed, and I dealt out a game of blue snake yellow snake, and after a quick explanation of the rules, the game was afoot.

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Update: Skitter can now correctly recite the entire draconic alphabet. I am a genius.

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Update: I admit, there’s been a few days where I’ve had to keep quiet the entire day. It’s never a fun to get beaten at your own game by a hatching. But even so, Skitter and the rest of those little buggers can now sound out most anything. I’ve convinced Falla to subscribe to a newspaper so the hatchlings can keep practicing their new reading skills.

Not to mention, after all those hours I spent trapped with those hatchlings, I’ve learned a new lesson myself: gambling makes learning fun.

Falla is satisfied with by my efforts in the classroom and with my leg. He took off the splint this morning. He’s even decided to pay me for my services and transport me to a balloon service so I don’t have to walk to the Sunbeam Ruins.

I would be grateful if he hadn’t held me captive in the first place.

Little Skitter even crawled up to me to say her goodbyes and I told her that I would miss teaching her. That was a lie, but her parents were watching. The sooner I get to the Ruins the better.

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