An Unexpected Opportunity-Prize at the Story Contest
| Judging for the Story Contest was fun, but a lot more work than Dewette had imagined. New stories were coming in every day and keeping them organized was a challenge, especially for a dragon as impulsive and spontaneous as Dewette. She had taken a quiet moment to pen a quick postcard to her younger daughter, Sera, and her sire, Rigby. Thoughts of them made her briefly nostalgic for her pirate days... |
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"Dear Rigby & Sera,
I am zorry not to zee you bose at ze Meestrahl Jamboree zees year. Ze Story Contest ees very popular, yes? zo I am very bizee. But ze stories, zey are very interesting! Jus' today I read --"
There was a crash in the tent behind her, where the story entries were kept in neat, organized piles...! Dewette abandoned her letter and rushed to the tent. In her periphery, she saw the other judges heading over from the registration table, but she was closest.
Inside, there was chaos. The long table that previously held the story entries was tipped on its side and it looked like every slip of paper and parchment was floating about in the air! In the midst of it all was a sizeable, green, furry...what was it?? Whatever it was, it appeared to be happily batting at the airborne stories. It was quite comical really, Dewette thought, until she saw it snap at a page with its jaws --
"No! No, no, no! Geef me zat --" Dewette charged the creature and they rolled over and over until they bumped into the overturned table.
Such was the tableaux when the other judges arrived at the entrance: Dewette and the unknown intruder were lying in a tangle on the ground with Dewette's claw inserted into the creature's mouth (along with a sheet of crumpled paper), amidst a flurry of settling pages and parchment.
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Kilkenny found her voice first. "Dewette! Are you hurt??" "Um, no. No, I sink not." Dewette noticed the creature beneath her was not struggling, so she could afford a moment of drama. "...but ze story, you muss safe ze story!" |
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The other two judges, Elliot and Zhan took control of the situation and, as Dewette carefully unwound herself from her adversary, Elliot took the creature in his immense claws while Zhan pried open its mouth and retrieved the crumpled (and slightly damp) page. They handed it to Kilkenny for inspection. Dewette wiped her own claw on her cloak.
"Huh. Dewette, this is the Mistral Meals takeout menu..."
The furry creature, whose wings looked not so much small as undeveloped, made a lunge at the story entries scattered on the ground, but Elliot had it well in hand. The creature licked its lips and attempted another unsuccessful lunge.
"Could it be...hungry?" The question hung in the air, unanswered.
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"Well, feed eet ze menu, zen, but let us clean up ze stories an' put zem somewhere more save, no?" That was soon accomplished while Elliot kept his claws about the little prisoner, cautiously inserting torn bits off the menu whenever it opened its mouth, rather like feeding a baby bird. |
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"If you ask me, it's acting like a hatchling. A hungry hatchling!"
"But dragon? or Beastclan? I've never seen the like!"
"Whichever, eet cannot stay 'ere! No, no, no!"
"Okay then, chaps! What shall we do with it?"
It looks like this little critter needs a home!
The Story Contest Judges will be putting him up for adoption at the end of the Mistral Jamboree (via RNG)! All Story Contestants will be automatically entered for this little bad boi! There's still plenty of time to write your stories and get them entered before rollover on Saturday!
(Note: He is NOT an eternal hatchling. Check his bio to see his adult form.)
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I clicked on the link to look at her and I kind of laughed when I saw the first piece of art in the bio because yeah, she really does love tetrahedrons
