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All Maslin wanted was a quiet afternoon near lake Amafel. His early morning had been spent learning to dodge, heel turn and very other evasive maneuver his family felt it necessary for him to know. Training for his upcoming foray's into fighting dragons, they called it. Maslin felt it was a massive waste of time and energy on everyone's behalf. He was never going to be a proper hunter, he just didn't have the inclination to throw himself at physical challenges. No he was never going to be a real hunter or soldier.

Still, his mother had said it was high time he grew up and learned to fight at least enough to protect himself whatever the situation. Maslin knew it was tradition, that the whole family could fight to some degree or another even if most had chosen crafting and trading for their careers. He didn't have to like it though and had complained several times throughout the session. To the young hybrid this was still an unneeded burden as he had always made certain to never put himself in a position where he'd need to use violence to escape.

As he approached the northern tip of the lakeshore Maslin halted in his tracks and frowned slightly. He could make out two sitting figures in the distance. Despite squinting his amber tinted eyes Maslin could not make out finer details. Whoever they were and whatever they wanted it seemed innocent enough. As long as they didn't bother him Maslin could live with sharing the space with them and it wasn't like he owned the lake or anything.

Determined not to let the rest of his day be ruined, Maslin move a bit closer towards the strangers and then parked himself down into his preferred resting spot. Here there was a nice old tree that he could rest his back against and bundled up as he was it's bark did not bite into his skin or cause any discomfort. As he settled in Maslin relaxed and let his mind drift a little.

Maslin had turned his head towards the sound of feet tromping through the snow and carefully watched a small dovaa child approach him. There was nothing threatening or really worrisome about someone so small and the bright haired boy remained relaxed. "Just thinking," he answered in response to the younger boy's question. "What about you? Why are you out here playing in the cold?" It wasn't meant to be an accusation, Maslin simply didn't understand those who preferred cold weather to warm.

Maslin shook his head and offered the boy's mother a reassuring smile. "He's not a bother." While he might hold reservations about most people, this strange woman included, it was hard to be suspicious of children even younger than himself. Besides that all he'd been asked were innocent questions, there'd not yet been a chance to try and pry the information from him which usually ended in arguments and Maslin finding other places to try and think.

With a gloved hand he tucked a few stray strands of pale orange hair behind an ear before addressing the smaller dovaa again. " I'm thinking about eggs, have you seen any weirdly large ones around here lately?" Maslin and his family were still unsure of just what the heck it was he'd brought home. There were rumours and speculation going about the camp but it'd be nice to know for sure before the thing hatched. It was a long shot but maybe this boy and his mother had come across a nest during their walk?

Maslin was not overly familiar with dragon eggs, he knew in general what a few looked like but his family didn't use them often and he was not the sort to go nest raiding for fun. " It's like a really big melon or a pumpkin, only blue," he replied with a slight frown. "It could be a lot of things but it always seems the wrong size or colour or shell texture for everything that makes sense." The only options left were not ones Maslin or his family were entirely comfortable with and some of them seemed pretty far fetched.


Whatever hatched it would be his responsibility until it could care for itself. Maslin would prefer his temporary charge to not be something that'd make his life extra difficult. Not that he had a lot of room to complain, he owed whatever creature grew inside the egg a chance at a decent life. It was an awkward child's view of justice and morality that made him feel responsible for the only survivor of his sledding accident.

Banishing the darker thoughts from his mind Maslin found himself amused by the enthusiasm the younger boy, who's name he really should learn, was showing. All his cousins were older or near the same age as he was so he didn't spend much time around little children.

Maslin was pretty positive if a dragon popped out of his egg he was going to be in a lot of trouble. There were far too many things that could go wrong if that came to pass. It didn't help that being as young as he still was , anything that was trouble for him was trouble for his whole family.

When offered Kavanna's hand's he shook it tentatively, he had no idea how much strength a full dovaa had in their hands. There was a lot about the missing half of his parentage that Maslin didn't know. Of course a small part of him also didn't care. His father had abandoned his mother, to the best of his knowledge, and no relatives on that side had ever sought him out. Though it was the dovaa in his blood that he resembled most it was the side of him that Maslin was most conflicted about.

He laughed softly at Damian's introduction then held his hand out to him as well. "I'm Maslin, it's got an s in the middle and not a zed although I don't know why" he confided in the smaller boy. To this day Maslin struggled with words that had silent letters or letters that weren't making the sound they were supposed to.

Ahh and here it was, the moment he was mistaken for a pureblooded dovaa and had to correct someone. Somedays it would be easier to just lie but Maslin hated liars and refused to become one himself. "I'm not welcome there," he began his voice mildly tinged with bitterness. Still he tried to keep his tone less accusatory then a few days ago when he had lost his cool amongst peers at a festival. " I can pass for a pure dovaa but I'm not." Well he could pass when he had clothes on and wings away. There was no hiding his nature when shirtless or with his feathery wings visible.

Maslin was surprised to learn that Damian was like himself, only with the halves giving him his mixed blood changed around. He didn't seem bothered about it though, whether that was due to age or simply a less difficult life thus far Maslin wasn't sure. He was a little jealous to be honest but to grow up under different circumstances would have meant a different family and Maslin simply couldn't imagine a world where he didn't know the people he'd been raised by.

Maslin smiled at Kavanna's offer but shook his head which caused his pale orange locks of hair to sway about. " I won't lie about what I am." He paused for a moment and chewed on his lower lip nervously before continuing. "If you'd tell me things sometimes I'd appreciate it. If you're going to be around this area for a while anyways." It'd be nice to have a dovaa he could talk to and ask any questions that came up. He was getting older after all and who knew what dovaa's bodies did as they matured.

He still didn't fully trust Kavanna, she wasn't family and he'd only this meeting to base an opinion of her on. What Maslin did know was that as mother to a hybrid she had to have certain feelings on politics and she'd be safe enough to discuss some topics with. Perhaps if they had the winter to meet during he could develop a better picture of who she really was and just how comfortable he could be around her.

" Do you have a lot of uncles?" he asked, directing the question at Damian. He didn't want to leave the younger male out of the conversation and well uncles were something he knew well and could talk about with little trouble.