Pacifica and Kraken
It has been a delight thus far, venturing out of Wind and Fire territories and into Nature. Though the breezes don't sing as sweetly here, Kraken has found an endless tapestry of rolling hills and dense jungles. Broken by bubbling brooks, crashing waterfalls, and the occasional cleared farmland, these lands have been nothing but welcoming thus far. And nowhere nearly as much as here, amongst other travelers at the home of the Companions. Balanced at the edge of Wanderweg Wood, this little haven seems to welcome many dragons from all walks of life, whether it is visiting royals...or that one traveler that tried to pee in the hot spring...
He's certainly glad HE is moving along. Not that he wants to yuck anyone's yum...but he doesn't exactly want to soak where someone's urinated. Disgusting. And he'd seemed so competitive and eager about it...well, he won't let his mind drift there.
Not when he has other things to focus on! Like the sound of Pacifica singing as she spreads the picnic blanket out in the garden. It's a free-for-all affair, and he rapidly flutters to secure a spot at the singing Guardian's side, his frills fluttering in time with her tune. It earns a smile on her magnificent maw, and he vibrates all the way to the tip of his tail with delight. While he had been with a female dragon before, at one of his other stops...there was something different here. Perhaps because it didn't feel like Pacifica had some...secret identity she was keeping from him.
She was pretty straight-forward. Honest to the point of being blunt. It was something her fellow Companion had chastised her for a few times in his stay, but he didn't mind. It was nice to have someone be so up front, just like he and his fellow Faes seemed to be.
Lunch is a gleeful affair, with stories passed from guest to guest, and Pacifica navigating it all with a social grace that he envies. She must have been doing this for years, to be so at ease with it all, and he vows to pick up at least some of her social skills before leaving for his next stop.
"And what of you, Kraken?" her attention turns to him and he freezes, totally not having kept up with conversation. Luckily, she takes pity on him and adds, "What flights have you visited?"
"Oh! I um, I was born in Wind," he chirps rapidly, voice speeding up with a hint of nerves, "And I just came from Fire."
"Marvelous, how incredibly it must be to now be on your third Flight," she gives him a warm smile and his tummy flip-flops, his hands fidgeting to hold his muffin so that he doesn't look awkward just staring at her blankly. And then she is turning to the next guest, carrying on the conversation, and he is left, waiting until the end. Until the others leave and he is helping her fold up the blanket.
"Pacifica?"
"Yes, Kraken?" she arches a brow, so delicately folding the fabric between her claws as he grabs a few stray cups.
"Could...could we spend some time together...just us? I have some questions to ask and-" his fins flatten and then splay out dramatically, "Stories I want to hear-"
"Of course, my friend," she sounds delighted, tipping her head to him, "I'm free tonight~"
It hadn't exactly been a surprise. After all, he has had a nest before. Come to think of it...it was two eggs then as well! He's no stranger to the concept, he was but one of his mother's children after all, though her bedding any Fae to visit the Clan isn't exactly what Pacifica and Citrine do, he supposes and-
"Trouble sleeping?" Pacifica pads into the room and he valiantly tries not to spook. No giant Guardian should be able to walk that softly!
"J-Just a bit!" he squeaks, glancing from her down to the nest of two eggs, "...just thinking about things. You've had hatchlings before right?"
"Yes, I have," she folds her paws under herself, sinking down on the floor comfortably, her eyelids closing half-way in an expression he has come to know means she is sated and comfortable.
"So have I...I wonder...I wonder about them sometimes. I hear...nothing from them," he wrings his hands together, "Do you think...these will be different? Do you...hear from your hatchlings?"
Pacifica smiles softly, reassuringly, and speaks with great care, "I do, sometimes. Not always from them, but from others who may have passed them by. There are those that I hear more from than others, but...I trust in the way that I raised them. And whatever paths they end up walking, I want to support them. To always be someone they can return to."
"I like that," Kraken flutters his wings softly, "I want to be like that too. Even if I'm not in one place, do you think I could still...be a good dad?"
"Of course Kraken. You can always find a way to be there for your children, whatever lifestyle you choose," she bumps her nose to his, and he relaxes, content to doze with her near their two beautiful, shimmering eggs.
It has been a delight thus far, venturing out of Wind and Fire territories and into Nature. Though the breezes don't sing as sweetly here, Kraken has found an endless tapestry of rolling hills and dense jungles. Broken by bubbling brooks, crashing waterfalls, and the occasional cleared farmland, these lands have been nothing but welcoming thus far. And nowhere nearly as much as here, amongst other travelers at the home of the Companions. Balanced at the edge of Wanderweg Wood, this little haven seems to welcome many dragons from all walks of life, whether it is visiting royals...or that one traveler that tried to pee in the hot spring...
He's certainly glad HE is moving along. Not that he wants to yuck anyone's yum...but he doesn't exactly want to soak where someone's urinated. Disgusting. And he'd seemed so competitive and eager about it...well, he won't let his mind drift there.
Not when he has other things to focus on! Like the sound of Pacifica singing as she spreads the picnic blanket out in the garden. It's a free-for-all affair, and he rapidly flutters to secure a spot at the singing Guardian's side, his frills fluttering in time with her tune. It earns a smile on her magnificent maw, and he vibrates all the way to the tip of his tail with delight. While he had been with a female dragon before, at one of his other stops...there was something different here. Perhaps because it didn't feel like Pacifica had some...secret identity she was keeping from him.
She was pretty straight-forward. Honest to the point of being blunt. It was something her fellow Companion had chastised her for a few times in his stay, but he didn't mind. It was nice to have someone be so up front, just like he and his fellow Faes seemed to be.
Lunch is a gleeful affair, with stories passed from guest to guest, and Pacifica navigating it all with a social grace that he envies. She must have been doing this for years, to be so at ease with it all, and he vows to pick up at least some of her social skills before leaving for his next stop.
"And what of you, Kraken?" her attention turns to him and he freezes, totally not having kept up with conversation. Luckily, she takes pity on him and adds, "What flights have you visited?"
"Oh! I um, I was born in Wind," he chirps rapidly, voice speeding up with a hint of nerves, "And I just came from Fire."
"Marvelous, how incredibly it must be to now be on your third Flight," she gives him a warm smile and his tummy flip-flops, his hands fidgeting to hold his muffin so that he doesn't look awkward just staring at her blankly. And then she is turning to the next guest, carrying on the conversation, and he is left, waiting until the end. Until the others leave and he is helping her fold up the blanket.
"Pacifica?"
"Yes, Kraken?" she arches a brow, so delicately folding the fabric between her claws as he grabs a few stray cups.
"Could...could we spend some time together...just us? I have some questions to ask and-" his fins flatten and then splay out dramatically, "Stories I want to hear-"
"Of course, my friend," she sounds delighted, tipping her head to him, "I'm free tonight~"
It hadn't exactly been a surprise. After all, he has had a nest before. Come to think of it...it was two eggs then as well! He's no stranger to the concept, he was but one of his mother's children after all, though her bedding any Fae to visit the Clan isn't exactly what Pacifica and Citrine do, he supposes and-
"Trouble sleeping?" Pacifica pads into the room and he valiantly tries not to spook. No giant Guardian should be able to walk that softly!
"J-Just a bit!" he squeaks, glancing from her down to the nest of two eggs, "...just thinking about things. You've had hatchlings before right?"
"Yes, I have," she folds her paws under herself, sinking down on the floor comfortably, her eyelids closing half-way in an expression he has come to know means she is sated and comfortable.
"So have I...I wonder...I wonder about them sometimes. I hear...nothing from them," he wrings his hands together, "Do you think...these will be different? Do you...hear from your hatchlings?"
Pacifica smiles softly, reassuringly, and speaks with great care, "I do, sometimes. Not always from them, but from others who may have passed them by. There are those that I hear more from than others, but...I trust in the way that I raised them. And whatever paths they end up walking, I want to support them. To always be someone they can return to."
"I like that," Kraken flutters his wings softly, "I want to be like that too. Even if I'm not in one place, do you think I could still...be a good dad?"
"Of course Kraken. You can always find a way to be there for your children, whatever lifestyle you choose," she bumps her nose to his, and he relaxes, content to doze with her near their two beautiful, shimmering eggs.
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