His eyes flew around as they went downstairs. Curiosity stroke the young reptile, causing him to do a few attempts of getting down. When they arrived to the kitchen, he was placed down. The tail slowly starting waving around, as the dragon stumbled around. He started sniffing various things in the kitchen - not moving out of it, however. Whether or not he understood the command, or it simply didn’t cross the young creature’s mind, was unclear.
At the shop…
The shopkeeper sat hopelessly against the counter, barely having gotten any sleep all night. The empty bottle standing by his side, with his eyes staring at the closed door, of his peculiar shop. A small orb laid by his other side, having a faint blueish glow. He had gone to last resort. It frightened him, but compared to what could happen if that dragon grew up-… it was necessary. His eyes were locked straight on the orb, the glow disappearing entirely. While filled with fear, he turned his head.
A hooded figure stood in front of him. It was dressed in a blue trenchcoat, with silver lines running down over it, like a waterfall.
The face was darkened, though a few strings of brown hair lay out through the front of the hood, by the shoulders of the figure. The arms were crossed, and the head bend down towards the shopkeeper.
“I-… it could be anywhere. But… it’s gone. I know what it means to you, I truly do. It’s-… it’s why I called for you.” he dared not to make eye contact with the figure, merely staring down at him.
Within a few seconds, the hooded figure turning it’s head; looking out through the open door.
The voice was low and careful, a hint of fear hidden within the words.
“It’s out there then? Do they know?” the voice of a young female asked, returning the attention back to the shopkeeper, shaking his head.
She nodded at him, before continuing.
“They still don’t know of me, then? I’d like to keep it that way. You know exactly how they feel about my kind - our kind, I suppose it is now. With the egg gone from the hands of a magi, it must already have hatched.” she shuddered, burying her arms around herself.
“I’ll look for it. If it discovers -… when it discovers it’s abilities, I’ll feel it, surely. It’ll lead me to it, I hope… It pains me that this is the fate of the only other one of my kin-…” she sighed, before being interrupted by the shopkeeper, who had a frown on his face.
“You told me your -kin- did not wish to be compared to the kin of the egg. You said they were considered enemies -“ he rushed in his words, now being interrupted by the woman, who seemed to be raising her voice.
“It was centuries ago! When there were -more- of us! I know what I said, but I cannot speak of myself as a higher being than him. If he grows up, becomes a full-grown dragon, I’ll stand no chance. His fate is sealed. If we do not prevent it, he won’t just be the end of me, but of everything.” she leaned down, kneeling down to the shopkeeper.
“The dragons of Cairmere made a deal with the Aspect of Corruption. Eventually, the aspect will know of his existence, and continue the deal he had with the ancient dragons of old. His mind will be destroyed - and his powers greatly increase.” she rose up, pulling down her hood and revealing a young female face, with thing brown hair running down to her shoulders. A light-blue emblem sat upon her forehead, with a pair of small wings, and swords crossing over them.
“There only so much us of Nellewair are able to do. I do not know the ways of my ancestors - the dragons of Nellewair - but I know enough about those of Cairmere. Unless there are more dragons hiding like me, hidden in your society-… The man you work for, the one who fights against all dragons - he cannot know of me. He does not realize that you cannot simply hunt a dragon. You -need- me. We both do.”
She paused again, the shopkeeper nodding several times at her. She spun around, facing the outdoors again.
“I pray that we won’t be too late.”
A few years later, back at the farm.
A series of tables were lined up, almost like a little airstrip. It was a clear day, the animals walking happily outside. The farm was left to Grace and the dragon, as Grace’s father was out to some farming convention.
By the end of the tables, the dragon stood ready. His body had grown - quicker than a normal animal, but he was still years away from being fully grown. Over the year, he had been attempted to be trained. He was almost capable of even saying a word or two. It was more a mix of a roar, and the actual word; rather than a proper pronunciation.
“Morghnm!” the dragon blurted out, wagging his tail happily around. He even jumped in his place, before starting to run quickly over the line of outdoor tables. Almost stumbling along the way, soon being by the end of the tables, he attempted to take off. He jumped off, spreading his fairly small wings out.
For a short second, it seemed like he was going to actually fly, but after not flapping his wings even once, he fell unto the ground again with a loud thud, growling in annoyance at his failed attempt.