Booger
(#83421192)
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Juvenile Crocoturtle
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Female Spiral
This dragon is benefiting from the effects of eternal youth.
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Personal Style
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Scene
Measurements
Length
0.67 m
Wingspan
0.24 m
Weight
0.95 kg
Genetics
Leaf
Slime
Slime
Leaf
Sludge
Sludge
White
Ghost
Ghost
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Spiral
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
affectionately known as "snot goblin".
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“What’s its name?”
Rhiannon shrugs. “It hasn’t told me.”
Derwyn raises its eyebrow. Most of his face is covered by a tangled sheet of kelpy hair, but it still manages to look disbelieving. “Ma, it’s been how long? A year?”
“Ten months.” The little one is coiled around Rhiannon’s ankle, squishing joyfully while she stands on her claws to retrieve a chipped jar of yellowed snail shells from an upper shelf.
“Sure. Ten months.” Derwyn dodges to the side as Rhiannon snatches a brown-stained bottle from behind him. “Most hatchlings can at least use a word or two after a month, yeah? And they’re mostly grown in a year.”
Rhiannon humphs and hobbles to the fireplace, arms full of glassware, somehow avoiding stepping on the hatchling’s swinging tail without glancing downward. “Don’t you smart-mouth me,” she said. “How many nests have you raised, hmm?”
Derwyn raises its claws in surrender. “I’m just saying, Ma. It’s been part of the family for a while now; doesn’t it deserve more of a name?”
Rhiannon doesn’t answer. She shifts the ingredients she’s carrying into one arm, selects a tall flask full of rust-red powder, and sniffs at its contents before tipping some into the cauldron. The child’s not wrong, she supposes, but she’s not about to tell him. It’ll only inflate its ego. “I never gave a name to you,” she reminds him. “Nor your siblings. You all turned out fine.”
“It doesn’t have to be, like, a name name. And you can always ask first.”
The hatchling unwinds itself from Rhiannon, and with a splort it bounds onto the floor in pursuit of a stray spider. Its tail swaying with curiosity, it leans in closer to examine the bug before it swipes with its paw. When it discovers the spider is stuck there, it waves its paw around for a moment, trying to get it loose, before sticking out its slippery little tongue and swallowing it whole.
“How do you propose to ask it, then?”
“We can call to it. Use a couple of names. See which one sticks.” Derwyn’s crooked grin is almost visible underneath all that hair. “No pun intended.”
“Hmph. Go ahead.” Rhiannon dips a ladle into the cauldron, examines the drizzle of fluid that trails from it, and shuffles over to a shelf so she can set down a few jars.
Derwyn crouches on the floor, a little ways from the hatchling. “Hey,” it croons to the hatchling. “What should we call you, huh?”
The hatchling looks up at him with its big shiny green eyes and makes a noise like a belch. Rhiannon, without looking at them, smiles fondly.
“Critter? Junior? Bubble?”
The hatchling sways back and forth, watching Derwyn’s mane as if hoping for an insect to crawl out of it.
“Puddle? Goopy?”
There’s a rattle at the door, and a tall, bony dragon in a long black coat enters the shack. “Hey,” she remarks, noticing Derwyn on the floor. “Haven’t seen you around in a while.”
Derwyn glances up. “Probably ‘cause you’re asleep all day. Wanna help me name the sibling?”
“Why’s it need a name?”
“Gotta call it something.” He scowls, deep in thought, examining the hatchling. “Liver?”
The bony dragon snorts. “If you want ideas, I’ve been calling it Booger. It’s the right color, at least.” They shake their head. “Liver. Of all names.”
The hatchling makes a series of little bubbles, like a purr, and rolls over onto its back.
“Booger?” Derwyn looks skeptically at the hatchling. “You like Booger?”
The hatchling rolls back and forth on the floor, making its continuous bubble-stream purr.
“Booger it is, I guess.” Derwyn scratches his head. “Weird taste in names ya got, sib. You’ll fit right in.”
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