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" Laz, you know you're not actually helping," Maslin pointed out as he pushed a moderate sized snowball around a field. His mother had suggested he take Lazuli out of the camp to play and try to bleed off some of the boundless energy the young creature had. Being the size of a small hound and still a bit clumsy in his recently hatched form Lazuli had been making a bit of a mess of the camp. The fact that no one was quite sure what he was other than potentially dangerous combined with some innocent destruction had led to Maslin's family wanting some Lazuli free time.

With the little hatchling nowhere near tired enough for a nap, Maslin found himself out in a nearby field trying to build a snowfort. Trying being the keyword of course, it was slow going as he tried to avoid, crushing Laz with snowballs or stepping on laz who occasionally wanted to nuzzle his leg and would rush at him to do just that. Of course the most difficult thing to deal with was when the little blue mini dragon decided to help pushing the snowballs. Even hard packed snow fared poorly against the weight of him combined with sharp claws digging into it, clays chunks of the snowballs to fall away.

Not that Maslin was truly mad at Lazuli or the little one's enthusiasm, it was just irritating in general to be making little progress both on building anything and in tiring Laz out.

Lazuli gave a cheerful whistle in recognition of his name.

Maslin swore at the sudden appearance of the angry beast and positioned himself firmly behind the snowball, an act which would do little to protect him giving the lump of snow currently only rose as high as his knees. Any fighting knowledge he'd learned from his recent training lessons fled his mind and Maslin just stared at what had to be the smallest dragon he'd ever seen. Except dragons were not supposed to talk openly like this!

Somewhere in the back of his panicking young mind was the one rumour his family had been considering about what Lazuli might really be. Was this confirmation then, was he really some sort of lesser dragon, but one that could speak? Thus far Laz hadn't given any indication that he could speak like a person, although it really hadn't been that long and the myths about the species were vague on how it all worked.

" I don't understand." Really he didn't, he hadn't stolen Laz he'd rescued him and he wasn't holding the little hatchling hostage either. There was something between them now, a sort of link he couldn't describe but he wasn't using it to make Laz stay put and he definitely couldn't use it to make the small blue creature do as he pleased.

Assuming this was a new game Lazuli squared off against the much bigger Drakein and growled in a wholly playful manner.

"I'm not a liar," Maslin shouted back against his better judgement. He was not the confrontational sort but dammit he was no liar and he wouldn't stand to be called one. " It was an accident and I thought I was helping." The young boy's stomach was twisting in knots from more than fear. He hadn't realized what Laz's egg was, hadn't known that his parent's could think and talk. There was no way he could have known that the large blue egg that had once been Lazuli would have been just fine left amongst it's crushed brethren.

Maslin was at a loss for what to do, he didn't want to fight about this but he didn't think the..Drakein was it, was going to let him go easily. He was too early into his training to have even a practice weapon and he didn't really like the idea of punching something that had electricity sparking around it.


Lazuli still didn't understand what was going on, neither Maslin's words nor the elder Drakein's made sense to the young keinling. The little Peisio did however understand the stress coming off his bonded now and scurried over to his side to offer a reassuring headbutt to the leg along with a concerned chirrup.

There was no reasoning with this crazed beast and Maslin doubted he could outrun it or it's magic . Maybe.. maybe he could defend long enough for it to wear itself out and then there'd be a chance to explain how he was most certainly not a thief or a slaver or any such terrible thing. He had done a terrible thing but that had been an accident.

The young boy gritted his teeth with determination and crouched down to wrap his arms protectively around Laz. It seemed the wild drakein had no problem potentially hitting the younger one if it meant hitting him too and that didn't sit well with Maslin. He'd do his best to protect them both now. The fair haired hybrid shivered as he used the one spell he had mastered thus far in his training. It was a simple shimmery dome of magic. Whether it would actually help or only be so much sparkly air remained to be seen.

Laz gave a frightened squeal at all the magic being tossed about.

Second attack!


Grrel used her innate power of speed to snake her head towards Maslin and attempted to bite his head off as she slashed him with her claws.

Why could she not hit this infernal creature! Maybe she was moving too fast... Snarling, Grrel dodged the pathetic attempt at a punch and snapped her head back at the Dovaa, teeth flashing menacingly. If she kept missing, Grrel thought she might have to change her plans...

This was getting irritating! Stupid little Dovaa... After a last bite, Grrel beat her wings rapidly and flew into the air. Hovering in place, she began to gather her power about her, generating sparks.

Charging......



As Grrel gathered more power to her, small bolts of lightning leaped across her scales. Her eyes began to glow with power as she felt the raw electric magic flow through her. A low snarl rumbled out of her throat, more from concentration and excitement than from anger.



+25 Dam on next hit .

.......Charging