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 Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2012 5:30 pm
Dear Journal,
I should remember to pay better attention when dragon hunting. You'd think I'd remember this by now, but my thoughts sometimes get the better of me...
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2012 10:09 am
Shopping trip
It had been some time since Samril had last visited Astral City. Most of his time was spent in the Fortress or around it training or on Magesc hunting down dragons. He had little need to shop most of the time but did find himself there from time to time to pick up a new shirt or something else for his hunting. He'd visited briefly to pick up his canteen, but that had been a very short trip as he'd been eager to get going on his dragon hunt. No, it had been a while since he'd just visited the city and walked around.
Which was what he was doing now. He was hoping to find some clawed gloves and had spotted a few places that sold them. But each place was busy, packed with older hunters looking for supplies and Samril passed them by. If he didn't find a less busy place soon, he'd circle back to those he'd already passed and hope that the crowd had thinned some.
As he kept walking, the crowds seemed to thin a bit. It seemed many shoppers liked to stop at the first place they saw and only a few continued on into the city more. The shops he was passing now were still populated by shoppers, but not packed like the earlier ones.
Interested, Samril started looking around for a weapons shop. He'd only seen two thus far since the Dovaa mostly preferred magic over weapons. Most shops dealing with items for dragon hunters had small items, backpacks, travel gear, and other things like that. Not so much for weapons.
Finally, the youth came across a shop that looked promising. The display window was filled with various travel items and gear, but the mannequin wore a pair of very dusty clawed gloves.
A small bell chimed overhead as Samril entered the shop, waking an elderly Dovaa from behind the counter. "Huh? Wha'? Eh?" The old man grunted, still waking up.
"Sorry to have disturbed you, mister."
"Huh? Oh, hello. Disturbed me? Nah, I was jus' restin' mah eyes for ah sec'end." The man got to his feet, groaning as they took his weight. "Now then, wha' can Ah help yah wif?"
"Well, I was interested in clawed gloves... I saw some in your window..." Samril gestured behind him to the display.
"Ah yes. Hmmm..." The old man looked at Samril for several moments. "Yah lik' hittin' thangs then?"
Samril nodded. "Magic's okay, but I really like sparring with my friend Elleth."
The man nodded in return, turning to dig around in a pile of dusty boxes behind the counter. He finally came up with a dusty box (though from a glance around the shop it seemed everything within was covered in a layer of dust) and opened it. Within was a clean pair of gloves, long metal claws protruding from the dragonhide.
Samril reached out slowly. "May I?"
The old man chuckled. "Go a'ead. Migh' as well try 'em ou' before yah buy 'em, righ'?""
Samril grinned and nodded, picking up one of the gloves. He looked it over, turning it in both hands to look at the stitchwork and the metal parts. Finally, he slipped it onto his hand, flexing his fingers and making a fist.
"It'll be stiff on ya for ah while. Yah'll need ta oil 'em and prah'ice ta break 'em in."
That made sense, thought Samril. He flexed his fingers a few more times and then made another fist. He could close his hand, but it was indeed stiff. But with oiling and practice, they'd soon be like another skin to him. The claws weren't as long as some of the other gloves he'd seen in passing, but he liked these better. They'd be more durable in punching than the ones designed more for slashing. Not that he wouldn't be able to slash with these as well, but he'd have to be closer in than some other models.
He liked them. In fact, he liked them a lot. Samril slipped the glove off and put it back in the box. Now... the part he was dreading. "How much?"
The old man looked at Samril for a moment before putting the lid on the box and pushing it forward. "For yah, nuttin'."
Samril stared for a moment before shaking his head. "I can't! I have to pay you something for them. I can't take them..." Though, truthfully, he would love to take them. But getting them for free felt wrong. He had merely been shopping around as he had a feeling he wouldn't be able to afford a pair of gloves today. But he at least had wanted to get an idea of he'd like them... and he did.
"Yah take 'em and use 'em. They's doin' no good jus' sittin' in ah box."
Samril still shook his head, albeit more slowly than before. It still felt wrong, though the man had a point.
The man picked the box up and walked around the counter, herding Samril to the door. "Yah know how rarely Ah get a custahmer? Yah take 'em and yah kill yah some dragons, yah hear?" He shoved the box into Samril's arm and, surprisingly firm for an older man, shoved the youth out the door, locking it.
Samril stood for a moment, staring at the door. Well... that was odd. He looked down at the box he now held. But... well, might as well start practicing, right?
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2012 1:24 pm
Dear Journal,
Apparently water can be dangerous. The lake I stumbled across hurt the new Oblivionite friend I made. But Kavanna healed him up. His name is Kilian. I hope I'll see him again. He seemed nice. Not like that other Oblivionite that was there for a bit. She was just rude and mean!
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 1:36 pm
Dear Journal,
Yet another Kiandri dragon down. These are getting pretty easy now...
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 3:33 pm
Dear Journal,
I really like my clawed gloves! They are awesome! I've got a new pouch to carry them in now and a rag to clean them off after a fight as well. It was hard cleaning them once that blood had dried...
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 7:40 pm
Show and tell
It was time for another family dinner and Samril was excited. He had been waiting and saving his dragon orbs to show off when he finally got to go home again. And now that time was here. He'd stored the six new orbs in a pack and was on his way to the family home.
As was usual, the young Dovaa could hear his family well before he arrived at the home. He wasn't sure how the neighbors liked it, though it was only on these occasions when the entire family got together, which were rare enough. This time, as he drew closer, Samril heard even more noise than usual. Especially noise from younger voices.
As he turned the corner, the Dovaa saw why. Outside with this father and brothers were three younger Dovaa, children too young to have started training yet. It had been a while since he'd seen his nieces and nephew, for that was who these young children were. The oldest, a young boy named Vynn, and the youngest of those outside, a little girl named Triss, were his eldest sister's children. The other one, another girl named Larissa, was the daughter of Nen, his eldest brother. The three children were giggling and running around as several of the Peisio Dovaa gently sprinkled them with water, mock chasing them around.
Samril paused for a moment. He hadn't realized that everyone was going to be here this time. The first trip back had been just his siblings and parents as Sarita had been the only married one and her husband had been off on a dragon hunt at the time. The last trip back home, Nen's daughter had just been born and his wife, Milli, had stayed home. Sarita's eldest child had been there, but Samril had spent most of his time with his mother and less with his siblings, though he had seen the boy a bit, toddling around.
It drove home just how long he'd been away, training, that that little child was growing older and the newborn baby was now running with Vynn as well as the one that his sister had been carrying at the time now running (less steadily) behind. Perhaps he should visit home a bit more often. Next time he came, those three might already have chosen their clans and be out fighting dragons!
"Samril!" His mother spotted him and waved. Samril waved back, heading towards his family. He could see his two eldest siblings with their spouses and another girl who looked a bit uncomfortable at being there. Samril guessed that she was probably Teslin's girlfriend or something.
"Hey Mom," Samril greeted Damla with a hug.
"I'm so glad you made it, Samril. Have you met Tana yet?" His mother gestured to the girl, guiding him over when he shook his head in the negative. "Tana, this is Samril, Teslin's youngest brother. Samril, this is Teslin's girlfriend."
Samril smiled at the girl, well, young woman, really. But she was definitely younger than his brother Teslin. In fact, he didn't think she was much older than Tyne. "It's nice to meet you."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Samril. I'm afraid I'll probably forget your name later. Teslin has so many brothers! Though, I am surprised you're not a Peisio."
Samril chuckled. "So were a lot of people. It just wasn't for me."
Tana nodded in reply. "My parents are both Firani. Though, I don't have any siblings, so this big family thing is a bit overwhelming."
Damla gave a laugh. "It doesn't help when they're as lively a bunch as this one! Don't worry, as soon as food's ready, they'll be at the tables stuffing their faces one and all!"
Samril excused himself and moved on, looking for his closest-in-age brother. He was a bit surprised that Tana was not a Peisio as well. Both Sarita's husband, Keegan, and Milli, Nen's wife, were of the Peisio clan. So it was no wonder that Tana felt so isolated. He'd felt the same himself many times before.
Finally, Samril found Tyne playing with the children, which was not that much of a surprise. If he'd been thinking, he would've looked there first. The Kiandri Dovaa stood to the side and watched as his older brothers soaked one another and the children as well. It seemed his father was heading the game, which was not a surprise. His father was the biggest child of them all.
Finally his mother called an end to the game so everyone could get dried off to eat. Samril watched for a moment as the soaking wet Dovaa gathered to grab towels and "help" each other dry off. He shook his head, walking away. The temptation was too great to not zap them, but with his nieces and nephew nearby, he didn't want to risk it. Plus, Nen and Sarita would kill him.
Instead he made his way to the table, where his mother had arranged seating, probably to keep he and his brothers from killing each other. Samril was pleased to see that he was sitting next to Tana on one side (with Teslin of course on her other side) and with Tyne on his other side.
It took some time for everyone to get seated, but finally they were and the food was being passed around and silence fell upon the Baird home while, as Damla had stated earlier, everyone stuffed their faces with the good food.
It was only as everyone started to get full and pushing their plates back that the talking started up, first with one or two people making a few comments and then escalating to most everyone trying to talk over each other at once.
Finally, fed up with it all, Damla stood and glared about for a moment. The Baird clan quickly fell silent, the last person's words falling quite loudly in the sudden silence.
"Much better! We're going to take turns talking about what has happened to us all recently." While it might sound like a comment, the Baird children took it for what it really was: an order. "Birth order then!" And with that, she sat down, turning her attention to Sarita, who blushed and stood.
Sarita cleared her throat. "Well, let's see..." And she launched into a listing of what had been happening recently with her little family, most of which centered around her two children.
Nen was next and he launched right into a story about his latest and greatest dragon hunt. Samril sighed as he had to listen to the over-glamorized story which mentioned many times just how awesome Nen was and how he was a great dragon hunter. "And so I killed it!" He finally wrapped up the story, much to Samril's relief. But the older Baird didn't sit down just yet. "And we have one more thing... Milli's pregnant." With that, he sat while Damla and Sarita squealed happily, causing the males closest to them both to cover their ears.
Samril sighed as the talk turned into baby stuff. "When are you due?" "Have you been feeling sick yet? Ugh, I had the worst sickness-" "Oh I can't wait! Another grandbaby!!"
Finally it died down and Milli was no longer bombarded with a gillion questions a second. Damla slowly turned her attention to child number three. "Teslin?"
On the other side of Tana, Teslin stood, telling a tale of his own recent dragon hunts. At least his wasn't as elaborated as Nen's had been. And, as he finished, he told of how he'd met Tana on the most recent travels, spotting her in a bit of trouble with a Firani dragon. Tana blushed as Teslin told the tale.
Nila was next and she quickly told of a dragon hunt as well, though her brothers for the most part just laughed. Oh she was not bad, they told her, but she should really look at healing. After all, they all fought hard and could use a new healer in the family since Sarita was busy now with her own family. Nila glared at the most outspoken of the group, Teslin, and sat.
Kevlin was next and it was another dragon hunt tale. This family was big on their dragon hunting. Well, everyone but Sarita. But they all loved her anyways. After Kevlin, Tyne told his own dragon hunting story, with the oldest boys snorting at some of the bits.
Samril listened, a bit startled. Tyne was almost to the point of moving up to Expert, but for now was still considered an Adept like Samril. They'd seen each other in passing a few times, but it was now that Samril realized that Marcus Ysaride might've had something to him. For Tyne was bragging about fighting a Firani. A Firani, the next dragon up. Samril felt that he was almost ready to take one on, but he wasn't quite sure. But... here, Tyne was talking about taking one on. And Tyne was older than him by four years. That was four more years of dragon fighting and they were almost on the same level. Sure, Tyne was ahead of him since Samril hadn't tried a Firani yet, but they were very close indeed.
Samril was curious how a spar would turn out between himself and Tyne, though it would be a bit unbalanced with his Kiandri powers vs his brother's Peisio ones. Still, in a non-magical spar, Samril bet it would be really close. He might even win. That thought frightened him a bit.
"Samril?" His mother's voice drew the boy's attention back and he realized that Tyne had finished talking. So it was his turn. Already the children were getting antsy, ready to run around once more from the prolonged forced stillness.
Samril stood and started to draw in a breath. "Oh bother. I'm sure he's just going to brag about his latest Ysali kill. Or did baby Sammy finally move up to the Ayrala? Ooooh..." Nen commented, sarcastically.
Samril glared at his brother for a moment. "Well, yes, I was going to start with my Ayrala win-"
"Just one? Hah! Sit down, Sammy!"
"Nen!"
"I said I was going to start there." Samril glared at Nen. "But I guess I'll just tell you I beat an Ayrala and move on to the rest of it."
"There's more? Oh goody goody..."
"Nen! Behave!" Damla glared at her oldest son, who shrugged.
"Mom, if he speaks up again, can I shock him?" Samril asked, more to remind Nen of his clan choice than out of true permission. Though, he would do it.
"Yes. Or anyone else who interrupts. Well, other than the little ones. Or Milli."
Samril nodded and turned his attention back to the family as a whole. "As I was saying, I fought an Ayrala and won. But that was shortly after our last get-together. Recently I've been fighting Kiandri dragons. Lots of them."
"And losing, I'm sure," Nen muttered before yelping as Samril shocked him. "Hey!"
"Oh you deserved that, Nen. Now shut up," Milli spoke up, smacking her husband lightly on the shoulder.
Samril, however, had already retrieved his bag from where he'd set it at his feet. He turned it over, letting the six orbs inside roll out. One was the swirling grey of an Ayrala dragon, but the other five were the golden color of Kiandri. "No, not losing, as you can see."
There was dead silence at the table before someone let out a long, low whistle.
"Well... damn, son..."
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2012 8:17 pm
Dear Journal,
I took down another Kiandri. Maybe I should try the Firani soon... I think I'll do some training first, though. Want to be prepared!
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2012 12:01 pm
Training Day
Yet again, Samril found himself at the empty field Kavanna had shown him. Not many Dovaa used this as a practice place, it seemed, as it was empty each time he came. Though, granted, he didn't come all that often anymore. Not since he'd practiced with his clawed gloves. But he felt ready to take on a Firani dragon and he wanted to make sure he could take it down before he went and tried. So an extra practice session sounded like a good idea. Perhaps a very good idea, even.
Samril pulled on his gloves and rolled his head and shoulders to relax the muscles. Alright. Time to get going. His golden eyes landed upon a tree at the edge of the field. There, that would be his target. He started towards it at a run, sending a ball of lighting at it, followed by two fast bolts. He had been excited to find out that he could mass lightning into a ball and send it at a target. It was quite powerful, blasting several chunks of bark off the tree. By that time, Samril had closed in and he slashed and hacked at the tree's trunk with his fists, the clawed gloves digging into the tree's bark.
The poor tree looked worse for wear by the time Samril had to pause for breath. He looked it over, feeling a bit bad about damaging it so. Other than the chunks taken out by the first attack, more bark had been hacked off by the clawed gloves the Dovaa wore, leaving scratch marks along the sides of the tree. In a few places, the softer wood had been sliced away as well, sticky sap running down the bark as the tree bled in its own fashion.
If only Kavanna were here, he thought for a moment. She could easily fix and strength the tree with her Ysali abilities, he was sure. But there was nothing he could do to help the tree, other than stop attacking it. Samril turned and looked, finding another large tree. He repeated the same process, running towards it as he launched ranged attacks at it along the way. This tree was a bit luckier in that Samril's stamina wore out more quickly than on the first tree and the Dovaa was soon gasping for breath once again. But he was going to push himself as much as he could. How else would he get strong? And so, as his breathing evened out, he found another tree and went to attack it.
Samril continued on in this fashion until, finally, he was on the ground beside the fifth tree, which sported only a few marks upon its trunk. He couldn't go again. In fact, Samril was wondering if he'd even manage to make it home. Perhaps he would just lie here a while longer and rest... Yes, rest sounded good. Very good. Heavy eyelids started to droop and Samril soon dozed off in the shade of the tree.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 7:39 pm
Dear Journal,
The Firani dragons are tough! I came across Tana needing some help with one and even with the two of us working together we couldn't take it out. I think it was a really really strong one, though. Perhaps a big daddy dragon.
Anyways, Tana and I talked after we ran. Seems she's not with Teslin anymore. We're going to practice together to get stronger!
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 8:57 pm
Training with a Partner
Samril was excited. Today was the day he and Tana had set up to meet up and practice together. He was eager to practice with someone again. Solo practicing got boring after a while. It would be nice to have a partner to work with for a while.
The Kiandri Dovaa had been at the field well in advance, pacing a bit and then eventually giving in to his nerves and punching a tree with his clawed gloves. And thus he didn't hear Tana as the Ayrala Dovaa showed up until she spoke from right behind him.
"Hello Samril. Getting started without me?"
Samril nearly jumped out of his skin and turned to see Tana trying not to laugh. He scowled a touch, then shrugged. "Figured I might as well. I got here a bit early..."
"So... uh, what do you want to do? I've never really practiced with anyone else before. Teslin preferred actual fighting to practicing..."
Samril grinned. "Well, that explains why he didn't do so well, huh? You gotta practice too! And, uh, well last time I practiced with another Dovaa, we really sparred more than anything. But that wouldn't be really fair to you since Ayrala are weak to lightning attacks..." The boy trailed off, thinking. "We could just spar without any magical attacks, if you want. No weapons, no magic, just fists and feet."
Tana looked a bit surprised. "No magic...? Well, I guess that would make it fair... But I've never sparred like that, really."
Now it was Samril's turn to be surprised. As many times as he'd sparred without magic (mostly because he'd been so slow in selecting a clan), it wasn't a big thing to spar without it. Though, he definitely did like his magical attacks too. He shrugged, "We could do something else if you'd like..."
Tana shook her head. "No, your idea is great, actually. How many Dovaa actually think to spar without magic from time to time? Not many, that's for sure." She studied the Kiandri Dovaa for a few moments. "You're going to be better than your brothers one day, Samril."
Samril blushed a bit. Tana wasn't the first to have said something of the sort, but she was definitely the prettiest to have said it! "I don't know about that.,.."
"I do." Tana firmly stated. "Sure, you're a different clan so you'll have an easier time with some dragons than they will while having a harder time with others than them, but in the end, you'll be outshining your brothers. You've already started, with your display at that last dinner. Teslin kept going on about how those couldn't have been all orbs from your fights, but you weren't lying. Your eyes told the truth. And I think your mother saw this as well. And eventually your brothers and father will see it too. I wouldn't be surprised if Sarita already sees it in you."
While Samril stood there for a moment, stunned and trying to absorb all this, Tana grinned and put up her fists. "Now, c'mon. I believe we were going to spar?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2012 12:46 pm
Dear Journal,
Ugh, these Firani are so tough!!!! And I even practiced before trying them again. My brothers will tease me about this since water's strong against them... I'm not even weak against them, but I can't seem to win!
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2012 2:09 pm
Dear Journal,
I FINALLY BEAT A FIRANI! FINALLY!!! I have to keep looking at the soul orb because I keep thinking I'd dreamed it!!!
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2012 8:07 pm
Dear Journal,
The Winter Festival was certainly interesting. There were a lot of apprentices running around everywhere, though I did see some older people around too. There was a weird guy with a knife booth, but I didn't do well there... And there were so many good food booths! I ate way too much!!!
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 7:00 am
That's a funny looking rock...
It was after the Winter Festival and Samril was headed out on another dragon hunt. He hefted his backpack higher up on his back once more. Perhaps he should think about bringing less stuff with him. Or he could go turn in the orbs to Marcus since he was getting close to moving up. A few more Firani down and he should be about ready to move on up to Expert! Yes, perhaps he'd do that soon. Though, he'd like to have another Firani orb or two to give and show off with.
And thus, he was going out Firani hunting. The only thing he didn't like about these tougher dragons was how freaking long it took to get to them. At least he could camp out and try a few different times before heading back (unless he got really hurt or something). But, still, the trip was long and he was really starting to dislike walking through heated areas. The Peisio dragons were generally the next ones and he couldn't wait. Not only would it mean being in the cooler waters, but water was weak to lightning (as his brothers proved again and again) and those Peisio should be a piece of cake after these Firani.
But he didn't feel brave enough to try it out yet. While they were weak to his clan, the Peisio dragons were still very tough. After all, they were a healing dragon, so he'd have to overcome that ability and do more damage to them. So a few more Firani dragons for practice and he'd feel a bit more prepared to deal with the Peisio.
His thoughts on things other than where his feet were being placed, Samril stumbled and fell as his foot caught on something large and heavy. Startled, the Dovaa came up, lightning crackling at his fingers. But there was nothing moving nearby and Samril finally relaxed a touch and looked down.
There, sticking out of the sand, was the tip of a large stone. It was sandy colored as well so even if Samril had been paying attention he wouldn't have been able to easily spot it sticking up in his path.
The Kiandri Dovaa decided to rest for a moment and this rock here would make a convenient sitting place. He could just dig out a bit more of it and it would be perfect. So he started to shift the sand to give himself a bit more of a spot to sit. After a few seconds, though, he realized this rock wasn't as big as he'd thought. In fact, half of it or better had been sticking out already.
And it was oddly shaped. In fact it looked like... "An egg?" He'd seen the dragons nesting before. This was way too small to be a Kiandri dragon egg! Though, the sandy color was about right. The egg had a band of darker color around its middle, which was pretty neat looking.
Samril looked around, but this close to the edge of the desert, there were no Kiandri in sight. And no signs of a nest. That, plus the small size, convinced him that this was not a Kiandri egg. But... what was it then? Curious, Samril took off his backpack and emptied it. He took a quick drink from his canteen then carefully spread the pack out next to the egg/rock. He dug his fingers under it and lifted, grunting a bit. It certainly wasn't light!
Before long, he had the egg filling up most of his pack with the orbs and potions he owned carefully positioned on top. That would do for now, at least until he got to a place to set up a temporary camp. He'd figure out what to do with this thing then.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 7:39 am
That was definitely not a rock...
Samril had not had great luck in finding any Firani and was rather disappointed. He'd been spending most of an entire week searching and searching and returning to his little camp where his odd looking egg/rock sat near the fire pit he'd dug. The desert was warm enough, but you needed a fire to cook on! Though, since he'd had rotten luck finding any dragons, Samril had been forced to eat what he'd brought along and what he could forage as well. The food had run out and he'd decided to give it one more try, but the Firani were apparently in a week-long Festival thing of their own and were always together.
With a sigh, the Kiandri Dovaa started to break camp. He was looking forward to getting back to the Celestial Plane and getting a nice big meal that someone else had prepared. As he worked, Samril paid little attention to his egg/rock seat he'd brought along. No point in hefting that thing along with him. While it was neat looking, he'd found nothing else of interest about it and it was heavy and he did not feel like lugging it all the way back to the Celestial Plane.
It was as he was taking down the tent that Samril heard a loud, sharp crack nearby. He jumped and quickly looked at the tent poles. No, those were all still intact. The Dovaa gave a sigh of relief. He would've hated to have broken a tent pole... But... what had made that sound? Crack! There it was again! Samril turned, prepared to see a dragon or some enemy bearing down on him... but there was nothing there.
Samril frowned, slowly looking the area over. There wasn't really even anything on the ground that could make that sound when stepped on... so where- Crack! This time, movement caught his eye, much closer than he'd been expecting.
"What the...?" It was that funny looking egg/rock thing. Samril slowly drew closer as the movement got more and more intense and the cracking sounds slowly lessened in volume and a soft, almost chirp-like sound could be heard coming from within the egg, for that was most definitely what it had to be!
All thoughts of packing were put aside as Samril knelt before the hatching egg, a bit scared. Was this really a Kiandri dragon egg? It was so small... perhaps a runt? But wouldn't it still try to kill him when it came out? Samril wondered for a moment if he should smash the egg now, but would he get a soul out of it...?
While the Dovaa's thoughts were scattered from here to the Celestial Plane, the egg started to show spots of great weakness and the small being trapped within focused its energies upon one of those. Moments later, a small sandy colored snout poked out and took deep breaths of the fresh outside air.
The sight of the small snout melted Samril. He couldn't kill something so small and innocent. He'd just finish packing and let the mother come back to claim her small offspring... Or so he planned, but he was unable to move from his spot next to the egg, riveted upon its progress.
The creature within took a few moments to rest once it had access to a fresher air supply but before long it went back to work and was soon a gooey mess flopping its way out of the egg shell and into the sand, where it was coated right away in the dry gritty stuff.
It gave a cute little sneeze and blinked the goo out of its eyes, looking around. The fiery eyes locked upon Samril almost instantly and both could feel something spark through them as the Bond set into place.
Samril reached out gently to touch the little Keinling's snout and a crackling spark formed at contact. Both blinked in surprise and the little hatchling sneezed again.
"Well... you're a bit sparky like me, huh? That's what I'll call you: Sparky." For there was no doubt in his mind now that he was taking this little creature with him. How could he leave it on its own? Samril caressed the newly christened Sparky for a moment before turning to finish packing. He'd better hurry. This thing would probably get hungry soon!
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