Plague

My apologies. This is not in draconic. There may be some "typos" as there are called.
Our existences changed when we met each other, but oh boy we didn't know how much.

Well. I am really referring to the third? Fourth? time we met. Of course we had met before and it wasn't a pretty scene. But this time was different. By some magic we ended up stuck together. I used to take the form of an aberration to fit in with my subjects, but I was just holding up my second head, it was just an empty shell I would drape around my neck.

Unfortunately due to an incident with the icewarden... I ended up stuck in my dragon form (as did he.) This was not ideal, but also not disastrous. I had built myself a nice little life travelling sornieth as a party clown, entertaining hatchlings and beastclan children. I got paid by the hour when actually in an event, but had to cover my travel. I would often take interesting means of travel to cheapen my expenses. Once this meant boarding a pirate ship. Of course, I thoroughly made sure the pirates were not going to rob me. Its not like I would have had much to rob anyway. Just an old clown suit in need of replacements and a few coin to cover food and extra unnaxpected expenses. Unfortunately, in my dragon form I do in fact have to eat. What a bear.. Regardless, I always travelled light to avoid bandits.

As soon as I boarded I could feel something was different but I didn't think much of it. The world was just a little draining, a little bit moody. I thought maybe I was just ill or needed a rest. I put down my sack and asked where the first port was, as I needed to be to this event in two weeks. A nice young gent, a raptorik with an attitude and a hook for a hand walked over and replied :Oh, our first port is goldsea harbor. We'll be there soon enough, I hear your destination is over in the wastelands of earth? strange spot. We'll hit Fossil refuge after goldsea, but I would make fast to your first rest spot.:
All of this I already knew to do. It wasn't my first gerney to this little clan. I had been there once before for a hatchlings birthday party. The journey was quite taxing and I swore unless I was offered a lump some of cash I would never do it again, but here there I was boarding again to go to their little tent village in the middle of nowhere. Not sure why I chose to, whether it was the money, or the dissapointed child I knew would there would be if I didn't come, or what else. Maybe I just felt adventurous. Life in my little green cess pit was growing boring and old. The monotony would wear on me. Maybe I wasn't just being cheap when I chose a pirate ship. How could being with pirates be boring? I mean theres theivery, and pillaging, and planks or such. Sounds interesting! Maybe some of my more stuffed up and haughty siblings would take offense to such devious plans of boarding with pirates, but to be honest I would not care anyway. Their attitude is why they stuck in a palace or boarded behind rocks. Even Icewarden agreed he needed to lighten up because of his life of nothingness hidden behind a giant row of prison cells.

Just for safety, and just in case of issues in my home I needed to deal with I did send a courier to Icey and Arcanist that I was intending to make such a trip. I never said where to find me but gave me siblings enough info that if they informed a local guide I could be tracked down. I knew neither of them would give me trouble. Icey because he needed his own friendly presence when he got into trouble, and Arcanist because. I doubted he would do anything.

NEver had I seen such a raucous comradery before. At first glance, you would think they all hated each other, throwing bottles and stuff, but the banter of happiness was inescapable even throughout this organized chaos. To be honest, despite the fact this is the environment I would have usually loved to sit through and take part in, I was much too tired. I headed to where I was pointed to when I boarded the ship, down a dark stairwell into the musty bellows of the ship. The humidity was wearing, and I could feel the darkness. I thought to myself, maybe a shadow mage, or a fae losing their control, or maybe some sort of lingering presence from those taken aboard who didn't want to be. Whatever it was, I quickly made my way to my room to avoid it. Not much I could do anyway, even if this was just a tempermental fae. The mist cleared up as I entered my room. There was still a lingering sense of ill but no more than above the deck. I set down my bag and relaxed on my bed. My other head was getting achy so I set it to my side. As I rest back, looking a little silly with my legs in the air as I tried to fit in this bed I saw beastclan figure standing behind the window. She had something held in her mouth, and hair tied into a bun. After standing for a moment she whipped out her headpiece, showing the mark of a captain. Her feathers, flowing in the dark, revealed her harpy nature. As she walked on I wonder if I should have spoken, and asked for a better bed or for more accurate time frames for our journey, but I couldn't help feel a little demure. Something about her was... different. Not like the usual harpy.

(Haha, I guess I was acting a little spooky, mostly just tired though lol - shade).

Yes, Yes, but the affect was added too one way or another. Regardless. I then settled for the night. Our first day of journey should start tommorow and I didn't want to miss any of the adventure. I thought maybe a good nights rest would cure my sickness, let my body do the work and heal.

To be continued- once I get a snack.
Oh okay. I hv given the human a snack. Humans... eat less than dragons. I thank she can eat egg. I have allergy but when I am with human I can eat eggs.

Goodness, anyways where was I.
Ah yes. The harpy. As I slept I dreamt... spooky dreams. I was in a mist. A dark one. Like years ago. In a battle with... the Shade? The Shade! SHADE. I woke up startled. Then quickly looked around and snoozed once again. Pirate ship is just a ship. My dreams... strange but as are dragon dreams.