The minors about harvesting crops Pica dismissed - that was something she was used to doing. What she paid close attention to was every detail the Lora Master gave about the procedures of hatching a dragon. It wasn't so difficult, now that she thought about it - the steps taken were similar in process to that of delivering a horse or a cow, the single major difference being how deeply involved they were [i]after[/i] the hatching. They couldn't just leave it to a Momma Dragon afterwards, no, they would be doing the raising themselves, a prospect that both excited and frightened Pica. There were [i]so[/i] many things that could go wrong in that period, so many ways in which they could err in the raising of their dragonling. 

Despite all of her worries, there was one thing that incessantly nagged at the back of her head; the moment the Lore Master brought it up, her breath caught and her mind refused to put it away for long:

Magic.

She was talking about magic, as if it were a real, actual thing. Pica had never seen much outside the village, and everyone here had regarded magic as something of myth, something that existed only in poems and ballads. Now here it was, as real as the bread she had eaten this morning, and she was going to learn it!

Pica raised a hand in question: [color=fff79a]"Do we have to buy all the supplies ourselves?"[/color] she asked with a soft voice.

[@Aisling]