MixedMessages

He/Him i guess - Adopted



i dont know if im allowed to post the source lol anyways reference is mixed messages by tom cardy

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Within the Starfall Isles, nestled in the center of a fairy circle, resides a decrepit speaker. From it echoes garbled audio, effectively indiscernible to the average dragon. As hidden away as it may seem, however, a trio of dragons consisting of an Aberration and two Aethers has stumbled upon it after an expedition in the name of research (and totally not because they got lost in the Starwood Strand, nope!).
“Judging by the frequency and wavelength, it HAS TO be a message from aliens! They dropped this transponder here to communicate with us intelligent lifeforms. There’s no other reason.” The left head of the Aberration suggests, adjusting their spectacles confidently. They’re a self-proclaimed scientist, for the Arcanist’s sake, so they obviously know everything about alien signals.
“Aliens? Pish Posh! We’ve been over this already, those aren’t real! And now you’re going on again about ‘frequency’ and wave-whatever again! Admit it, you have no clue what you’re talking about.” The other head retorts, jabbing a claw into the first head’s face. They’re unable to stop themself from adding, “And even if they were real, I bet their message wouldn’t be for you, since you’re not part of their “intelligent lifeform” criterion.”
The two Aethers accompanying them exchange awkward glances. The Aberration had been going at this for a while now, and it was getting exhausting, to be frank.
In an effort to get them to stop arguing, one of the Aethers pipes in, “y’know… whatever it is, it’s got a pretty good beat to it.” They start to nod their head to the beat and begin to boogie to the distorted rhythm. The other soon joins in, much to the Aberration’s dismay.
“Stop dancing, this isn’t a party! This is important research.” The left head looks down at their companions haughtily. “I can prove to you this belonged to aliens! Let me see here…” They’re about to pick up the speaker to investigate it when another Aether, this one sparkly and jet-black with orange wingtips, flies in from nowhere, startling the bunch.
“Woah, dudes! Kindly don’t touch my stuff, that’s not radical at all,” They say, glancing at the other ancients. They then glance over at their speaker and tilt their head. “Oh, bogus. It's gone and messed up itself again. Just needs a good thwack…” They promptly whack the speaker and it begins to play a proper tune, something about mixed up messages? “There we go. It’s my favorite song and the only song this thing plays. It’s totally groovy. I even named myself after it, it's that good.”
The right head of the Aberration snorts and gives their twin a look that said “I told you so.” The left simply turned away and began to mumble something about “aliens being real” and “being surrounded by idiots” under their breath. Meanwhile, the Aethers took the time to have a little dance party with their new friend. Why not?


~ by P03