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A very deep, gruff voice comes from a hatchling it certainly shouldn't belong to. He tells tales of a life from long ago; a life he can't quite recall if it was his own. You sit by the campfire and listen, lost in eyes too sad and deep to belong to such a small creature. As the fire pops, sparks showering up into the infinite abyss of night, you catch yourself drifting off to the hatchling's stories.

You rest your hand in his fur, scratching behind his ears as his voice becomes a soothing drone, lulling you to sleep.

When dawn breaks you wake to find yourself alone, save for a few gold coins and a dusty bottle sitting at your feet. A token of appreciation for listening to a sad old dragon's tale.

You don't know why, but you wished you might have sat with him a little longer...

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purchased for 30g on April 11th, 2021, all genes bought/applied April 12th
originally had unusual eyes, gave him rare eyes on May 3

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Morgan coughs, the sound muffled as he buries his face in his fur. It doesn't seem to bother him, but the coughs seem to make him sad, as if they remind him of something he'd rather have forgotten. Sighing, he curls up beside the fire, staring into the flames to watch them flicker and dance, sending sparks up into the night sky.

"Y'know I ain't had someone come and sit with me in a good long while," he says, voice gruff. "It's nice to have company again." The shadowed figure nods, and Morgan offers a mournful sort of smile. "I reckon you ain't from 'round here, friend. Most folks who are wouldn't be caught dead out in the wastes after the sun goes down. Nasty things lurk in the shadows, but as long as you're with me, you'll be all right."

Morgan lifts his head and stares past the ring of firelight and into the crushing darkness beyond. He coughs again, the sound sharp and painful. "Sorry 'bout the coughin'. I ain't contagious, so you'll be just fine."

The figure mutters something only he can hear and the dragon nods sagely.

"Yeah, yeah that's exactly who I am. Surprised you'd know. Been a terrible long count of years since I went by that name. So long I'm surprised I ain't forgotten it yet."

The two fall into silence again, and Morgan sniffles as he slinks over to the stranger's side, curling up into a ball beside them. And when dawn comes, the stranger looks down, a dusty bottle with unknown contents and a couple of coins sitting where Morgan once lay.

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Thank you eldritchOrca!

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