Day 16: Background
Sentence: Art
Sentence: Art
After the events of the Bogsneak's death, Wilde comforted Reginald as best he could. He knew this would be traumatizing for a dragon of his age to see the death of another dragon for the first time. Before long, the young dragon fell asleep, exhausted from crying. Gomez had taken the Bruce's body to be buried, as none of them knew what else to do. It felt sad, of course, but they didn't know if he had family or where they would find information like that, so it felt like the most honorable thing to do.
Wilde looked at the dragon asleep beside him. So much weight on this dragon's shoulders at such a young age. What could his parents have gotten into? Why hadn't they tried to get out? He didn't know, but he wasn't going to give up until he got them back with their family.
Getting up quietly, Wilde spread a blanket over as much area as he could over the still growing dragon. When finished, he went to check on the female Imperial in the next room. She'd been out for more than five hours and he was starting to worry. Wilde put his head against her belly to listen for a heartbeat and sighed when he heard it beating.
"Wilde?" Blossom's soft, barely audible voice broke the silence of the room, her head lifting from the cushion slightly. Her eyes were still half closed as she looked at him.
Wilde's heart jumped at the sound of her voice. He turned to her, a visible smile on his face. "Hey," he replied, sitting beside her and stroking her mane. "How are ya feeling?"
"Terrible," she mumbled, looking at the cushion.
"Ya were poison-" he started to reply, in a joking voice.
"No." She stated sternly, looking him straight in the eyes. "I was stupid."
Wilde snorted. "Ya were more than stupid. If I hadn't come back, ya'd be dead. Ya're a strong, smart kid, Blossom, but that was the stupidest thing I've ever seen anyone do." He looked at her sternly. He wasn't kidding, and he wasn't going to let her innocent face sway him. He wasn't going to risk his life for two random dragon's he'd come to love if they were just going to risk their lives. His face softened before he spoke again. "But, I'm glad ya're okay."
Blossom felt ashamed. She hated the feeling. "You don't hate me?"
Wilde laughed. "No, but do it again and I won't hesitate to leave ya. Now get some sleep. We'll need it." He nudged her side playfully before laying beside her as the sun started peaking over the horizon.
Later that morning, the trio of travelers were left alone in the house. BloodMoon went to run her stand and Gomez had gone to make a few deliveries in the Viridian Labyrinth. The two generous dragons offered to let them stay in their home since Blossom was still too weak to move, much less travel.
Reginald laid on a cushion against the wall, his head resting on the floor. He suddenly had a thought and looked at the Wildclaw across the room. "Wilde?" he asked, lifting his head slightly. "Don't you have family somewhere? Aren't they worried about you?"
Blossom looked up from the book she was reading about different Scarred Wasteland specialties. She was kind of glad for the distraction. The book had made her hungry. "Do they live here?"
Wilde chuckled. "I should have known this would come up sooner or later." He got up and moved the cushion he was sitting on to fluff it up. "No, I don't have any family from the Scarred Wasteland." He started re-wrapping a wound on Blossom's leg.
The two Imperials leaned in closer to listen. "Oh?" Reginald asked, his interest peaked. "So where are you from?"
Wilde smirked. "The Southern Icefield. The coldest, most miserable place I've ever been."
Reginald exchanged looks with Blossom before looking back at Wilde. "The Southern Icefield? What's it like?"
Wilde ruffled the mane on Reginald's head as he laughed. "Reg, it's cold. That's all I really remember."
"Why did you leave?" Blossom asked, a curious look in her eye that matched her brother's.
Wilde looked at both of them and knew he wasn't going to escape their questions. "I hated it there," he stated, matter-of-factly. "My parents weren't great and left me to pretty much fend for myself. I eventually made it to Starfall Isles." A smile appeared on his face as he trailed off. Vivid memories entered his brain, and he got lost in them. He must have spent a long time in his own head as he was jolted out of them by the two young dragons beside him. "What?"
"What happened when you got to Starfall Isles?" Blossom asked, sitting up slightly. "What was that look you had?"
"I met someone who took me under his wing and taught me how to live on my own and take care of those I care for." He smiled and looked at them. "Guess I'm putting that to good use now."
Didn't feel like drawing today, so have some more story. Enjoy some Blossom waking up and some Wilde backstory!
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