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05-26-2013, 08:38 PM
An ear tilted at the distant sound of a roar, young mind working to identify the source. It didn't sound like Father, which was somewhat worrying, but it was distant yet, which gave some comfort. What was distracting was the little birds that squawked at her disapprovingly.
Swishing her tail, Semira peered down at the pigeons. "I was merely suggesting a more effective method that would be faster!" But they were not listening, and soon her attention was for everything but the raucous fowl when the sounds she hadn't taken much stock of before resolved themselves into being something most definitely to be concerned with.
The earlier roar was much louder, much closer, and changed in quality just prior to the world exploding in movement and sound. The pigeons rush upwards in flight, their beating wings not enough to disguise the sound of something massive moving closer. Avian vocalizations mixed with crackling brush as something huge burst into the scene.
In automatic reflex the young dragonchild whirled, long tail swinging wide, its tasseled tip likely to slap into any too close to her small, pivoting body. A heat rose in her, intinctively bubbling up until a plume of fire burst from between her jaws. Golden eyes briefly glimpsed feathers and scales before the fire she'd never known she'd possessed took the form of a dragon, writhing in the air before her.
Wings that had mantled high into the air above her head dipped as Semira peered in bewilderment at the fire-dragon she'd created. But her bewilderment was not such that she didn't hear the distressed voice that filled the air with hissing tones.
Baby? Confused, Semira peered toward the rock-egg, then back toward the basilisk through the firey figure that danced in the air between herself and the creature. It was almost impossible for her to get a good look of the creature, not with the dragon of fire in the way. But there was nothing interferring with her sense of smell.
A deep draught was dragged in, young mind analyzing all the scents that came with. She recognized those of the horses around her, the birds who fluttered and circled above, the burnt-air smell she associated with the fire she'd breathed and now danced for her. The scents of the forest, the now-muffled scent of the rock-egg, and the basilisk.
"It doesn't smell like you..." Her young voice rose into the semi-silence that had fallen after the basilisk screeched at the pigeons. It was a bit higher than usual, pitch twisted by the already fading fear that had stoked her fire into life. "Are you sure this one is yours? If they've stolen yours, couldn't they have stolen someone else's? Maybe they hid it."
Golden eyes peered up at the pigeons thoughtfully, the silver scales on her face reflecting the dancing yellow light of the fire-dragon that still fluttered in the air between herself and the basilisk, but was starting to fade. "They wanted us to take this one over the hill, I bet your baby is in their hiding spot there."
Swishing her tail, Semira peered down at the pigeons. "I was merely suggesting a more effective method that would be faster!" But they were not listening, and soon her attention was for everything but the raucous fowl when the sounds she hadn't taken much stock of before resolved themselves into being something most definitely to be concerned with.
The earlier roar was much louder, much closer, and changed in quality just prior to the world exploding in movement and sound. The pigeons rush upwards in flight, their beating wings not enough to disguise the sound of something massive moving closer. Avian vocalizations mixed with crackling brush as something huge burst into the scene.
In automatic reflex the young dragonchild whirled, long tail swinging wide, its tasseled tip likely to slap into any too close to her small, pivoting body. A heat rose in her, intinctively bubbling up until a plume of fire burst from between her jaws. Golden eyes briefly glimpsed feathers and scales before the fire she'd never known she'd possessed took the form of a dragon, writhing in the air before her.
Wings that had mantled high into the air above her head dipped as Semira peered in bewilderment at the fire-dragon she'd created. But her bewilderment was not such that she didn't hear the distressed voice that filled the air with hissing tones.
Baby? Confused, Semira peered toward the rock-egg, then back toward the basilisk through the firey figure that danced in the air between herself and the creature. It was almost impossible for her to get a good look of the creature, not with the dragon of fire in the way. But there was nothing interferring with her sense of smell.
A deep draught was dragged in, young mind analyzing all the scents that came with. She recognized those of the horses around her, the birds who fluttered and circled above, the burnt-air smell she associated with the fire she'd breathed and now danced for her. The scents of the forest, the now-muffled scent of the rock-egg, and the basilisk.
"It doesn't smell like you..." Her young voice rose into the semi-silence that had fallen after the basilisk screeched at the pigeons. It was a bit higher than usual, pitch twisted by the already fading fear that had stoked her fire into life. "Are you sure this one is yours? If they've stolen yours, couldn't they have stolen someone else's? Maybe they hid it."
Golden eyes peered up at the pigeons thoughtfully, the silver scales on her face reflecting the dancing yellow light of the fire-dragon that still fluttered in the air between herself and the basilisk, but was starting to fade. "They wanted us to take this one over the hill, I bet your baby is in their hiding spot there."
