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 Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 12:03 pm
Nehelini chuckled as he ran a little ways ahead of the other male. Looking back he blinked before stopping to sit. “Hmmm...was anyone willing to describe it to you. Even if it was a mocking gesture, you can tell me and I can help look for it. I hear the dragons around here cultivate some dangerous plants for their own reasons. Perhaps there could be some in this cove I’m taking you to. I saw some interesting plants there once while watching Darvish train.”
Nehelini did see a few different plants while out there with his cousin. Some were a vibrant color and their scent was sweet, but Nehelini had spotted a dead fish in the roots. So, he went the other way to find a higher vantage point. The funny part about that training was that apparently Darvish was actually friends with this dragon. They weren’t bonded, but had developed a friendly rivalry. So when Nehelini sat on the higher rock he came face to snout with a hatchling Dragon. It was...interesting to say the least as Nehelini ended up with a lap full of hatchling as his cousin lost to the baby's parent. Darvish pulled out his white handkerchief and waved it, thus ending the fight. Nehelini chuckled now at the memory. He hoped that the rumors of a more violent dragon taking that one out were wrong. He would of liked to see the baby all grown up or at least bigger...sighing he stood and brushed himself off.
Making sure the chimes were out to jingle along with his steps he called down to Ataya. “Ata...if you need help let me know. Just follow the sound of the chimes to locate me.”
He wore them for a family member who was partially blind that Darvish took him to meet a few months ago. It was a gentle male with a rather large collection of companions that helped him around the house he made. The most notable was the small flock of Magbits that lived in a system of burrows under his home and the nearby stables. It seemed the biggest male was his best friend as the Magbit was the only one Nehelini saw out in the open. It also seemed rather adept at guiding the male around the house, as well as being rather bossy of the other creatures. Though it seems that the others were fine with it being that way.
As he reached the top of the hill which lead to the cove Nehelini slowed to a stop. One of the duller in color plants that he knew Darvish said were highly toxic lined the path. They weren’t there before...they originally lined the cave entrance which lead to the dragon’s nest. He looked back to Ataya. “Careful. The plant lining this path is highly toxic...Darvish said that it was used for its scent. It used to line the cave entrance to ward off predators from the nest. The dragon who lived here kept it under control…”
He was worried. If that dragon was indeed gone...its offspring weren’t safe here. If there was any left...
[word count: 2830/2700] *word count for both dragon battles
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 4:50 pm
“They’re small, oval in shape and flattened with one side being quite smooth and the other a touch coarse in texture. They can usually be found in the tidal areas, just under the sand. I was attempting to locate them by touch with my feet, but…you understand, that is fairly slow and unreliable. But I would know one if I encountered it, as I have dealt with them some prior to losing my vision…”
Ataya trailed off, and curbed the urge to scowl at the latter comment regarding bells. How much of a fool did this boy think he was? It wasn’t as though he could have possibly spent this much time with him already and not noticed the bells, but beyond that, he wasn’t incompetent and could find his own way without being lured like a lame pet. He bit back the venom in the initial retort that came to mind, though. Getting cross accomplished little in the end, even if it was tempting.
“I’ve lost my vision, not my mind,” Ataya asserted. “And despite the lack of it making some things more cumbersome, I am not a helpless invalid. I can find my way about without being lead. My magic being as it is, I use it to find the shape of things…you may have noticed that I deal well enough fighting dragons? Walking, by comparison, is simple.”
Ataya did heed the other boy’s last warning, though, well aware that plenty of the sealine coves housed toxic varieties of life in all forms. It almost tempted him to take a sample, but for the moment, he simply made mental note, leaving that for another time, ideally with less company and ‘supervision.’
“The dragon…? A ysali of some breed?” Ataya asked.
Dragons didn’t typically keep things under ‘control,’ though, when it came to their respective elements, he knew that they acted as overseers of sorts—at balance in their particular slice of nature and willing to guard it. With that in mind, he supposed it wasn’t especially strange to image a ysali keeping balance in a certain subset of wildlife, though how Nehelini would know what the dragon in particular was doing was beyond him.
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