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Ligeia's gentle reassurance was just what Earako needed. She squeezed back, lightly, and summoned a smile back to her lips. "I-- I hope so. I guess, well, I guess I'm a little afraid." She admitted at last, though she managed to keep her head up, and her voice level. "What if it hatches, and it doesn't like me?"

She really would be a failure as a child of D-corp then. The slow knowledge that dragons were, essentially, the reason for her existance, had come to Earako recently. So if she failed with a dragon, she'd have failed at existing. The thought haunted her, and her Da' just didn't understand. It didn't help that she was getting ahead of herself. She didn't even know what sort of dragon she was getting, and she was already worried about their relationship.

"I'd like it if we could practice flying together." She added, shifting the subject to something a bit more upbeat. "Da' can't really help much, since he doesn't got wings, so he doesn't know how it works. I've been watchin' bats, but its all different when I do it." Another smile, slightly more genuine than the last. "I get all mixed up, but you're right. We've got to have wings for a reason."

She streached hers to their fullest extent, glancing between the dark membrane that formed them, and Ligeia's lighter, feathery flight tools. So different, it was strange to think that they had to learn the same thing. But they did! And they could, maybe, if they worked together.

It was? Well, maybe Ligeia was right. Earako would like to have her dragon be her friend. They could have all sorts of adventures together. And be a family. Her, the dragon, Da', or the leaf. If the older boy was right. And he had Vorel, so didn't he have to be right? Earako sure hoped so.

"Mr. Orpheus is very nice, though. And the class was fun, other than falling down." She touched her glasses absently, as she thought of the class. It'd been silly of her to try and fly with them lose. She always kept them tied on now. It helped. Mostly.

"They don't have feathers." She responded, stating the obvious. "Bats don't got them. They're umm... mammels. But mostly they're not white. 'cept me. Albino vampire bats are rare." It sounded a bit like the recitation that it was, but the young girl clearly wasn't bragging. She just wanted to explain why she looked so... well... weird. At least, that's how she saw it.

It seemed almost as if Earako had forgotten about the dragon's existance, now that Ligeia had her full attention. She knew he was still there, but her habit of focusing on one thing, and one thing only made him fade to the background in her mind.

"I don't know about special. I think mostly it means they messed up." Still young, she had a hard time comprehending the details. But her Da' had tried to explain to her what being an albino meant. It didn't help much that he didn't understand it much better than she did. Despite his best efforts, she had left the conversation convinced that something was wrong with her.

Even if Da' said...

Da'!

"Oh, oh umm... oops!" She closed her wings abruptly, wrapping them about her in an abviously nervous motion, "I'm gonna miss my Da'! Do you know which way to the playroom? I got all mixed up."

"No, I umm..." Earako shuffled her feet, uncomfortable with the necessity of her sudden departure. Ligeia had been so nice to her, and Vorel too. "It was nice to talk. To you. And Vorel."

Reaching down, she extended a hand to briefly pat Vorel. A dragon. And he'd liked her. Maybe, just maybe that was a good sign.

"I gots to go, though. I hope we get to fly together soon!"

She waved as she headed off in the direction the owl boy had indicated, a bit of a bounce in her step. She was going to tell her Da' all about it. But maybe without mentioning the part where she got lost in the halls.