[PRP]This Thing Called Parents [Sidron/Amy]

[Yayoi]

"He was a wretched little boy who did nothing his mother told him to." A voice called from above. Apparently Freviana had been lurking on a rocky shelf in the shadows of the far cave wall. Silver eyes glowed dangerously in the dark.

Jerai's head snapped up towards the voice as his eyebrows furrowed. But once he looked back to Amy he smiled lightly. "Sidron was like most children. Adventerous. Rambunctious. Enjoyed getting into trouble most days. But he was also spoiled as well. Being the only youngling in the clan can do that to you." The dragon laughed. "He was and is still his grandmother's baby."

"I don't think she needs to know that part, father." Sidron pursed his lips slightly. It was true, his grandmother had coddled him quite a bit. But what grandmother had coddled his mother had added equal in harshness.

The older dragon laughed. "There was one time Sidron had gotten stuck in a mud hole. It took us hours to find him and when we did only his face was sticking out of the top of the hole. His whole tiny body had gotten sucked down into it from his thrashing. It took almost a week to get all the mud out of is scales. And another time he got sprayed by a skunk mini...boy did he stink!"

"Father!" He ran his hand over his face slowly. Peering out at Amy between his fingers as his father went into one embarrassing story to the next.

Viva Viola

 

[Yayoi]

He mumbled something about murdering his father in his sleep but calmed down once Amy took his hand. Giving hers a light squeeze. "He talks too much. Especially when its something embarrassing about me."

The other dragon grinned wide. "Of course, but ah. Lets go somewhere a bit more comfortable to speak and lead Old Leather Hyde to sleep." Jerai began to lead them back out the way they had come and to the entrance. Heading towards the wooden house, a storm seemed to be brewing in the distance turning the sky dark with clouds. "Hmmm....I hope the others get back before that storm hits." A breeze whipped his firey hair about before he stepped into the house. Snapping his fingers a fire started to blaze in the pit at the center of the house.

Viva Viola

 

[Yayoi]

Sidron placed a hand on her shoulder when she jumped at the fire. Giving her a reassuring smile before he took a seat on the floor next to it.

Moving about the little house, Jerai picked up a tea kettle. Filling it with water and plopping a few cloth bags into the water before he hung it on a hook over the fire. "Oh, I'm sure if it gets too bad they will find a good place to spend the night. There are many little villages that litter the mountains around our village for travelers to find shelter." He too soon settled in front of the fire, smoothing back his long red hair. "So, you wished to know more about out clan yes? What would you like to know?" The dragon gave her a curious look. It had been a long time since he really talked about the clan to outsiders.

Viva Viola

 

[Yayoi]

The boil's tail wrapped around her vine, but he remained silent as Amy and his father spoke.

Pulling out a long wooden pipe, Jerai gave it a puff. The substance inside the pipe seemed to light on it's own. He poked at the fire beneath the kettle before letting out a long breath of smoke. Silent for a moment as he thought. "Well lets see. Normally black dragons are not fire breathers, our clan is a bit of an off shoot. You see black dragons are known as poison breathers. But a long time ago a clan of red dragons and black dragons began to interbreed. Eventually from their progeny came black dragons who could breath fire. And they formed our clan today." He took another drag of his pipe. "Old Leather Hyde is actually a red dragon. Because of his age his color has faded."

Viva Viola

 

[Yayoi]

"Only fire. Poison was bred out of the main clan bloodlines and remains that way. Though other dragon types sometimes come to live with us or mate with those in our clan." Jerai chuckled, lipping the end of his pipe a couple of times. "A very, very long time." When she asked about Sidron's age, Jerai glanced at his son. A slight look of surprise on his face that the young dragon hadn't said anything yet.

Well then. "A little over six hundred years old."

Viva Viola

 

[Yayoi]

He gave a light shrug at her look. Sidron was still young by dragon standards so it....really didn't mean much.

"Dragons grow slow in their first few centuries." The older dragon piped up after observing her surprise. "I would say, by normal aging standards that Halloween goes by he would be the equivalent of a seventeen year old."

He tapped his pipe against the edge of a rock near the fire pit. Its contents emptying before he quickly packed it once more. "Ah me? I am seven thousand two hundred and thirty-four. Give or take a few days."

Viva Viola

 

[Yayoi]

When Amy asked her next question Sidron shot his father a stern look.

Of course, Jerai had ignored Sidron completly. He didn't need that look from his son too. Freviana gave him enough deathly glares that his cup ran over before lunch.

A long trail of smoke rose from his lips to swirl about the ceiling. The kettle began to whistle so he moved the pot off the fire. Rummaging around for a few cups behind him. Once he had found them he turned back to the youngins. "How do I feel about you? Hmmm, well. You see like a nice girl. But I've only known you for a little while so its hard to judge." He grinned. "I'm not Freviana. I don't form my opinions of people right away.'

Viva Viola