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07-25-2013, 03:51 PM
((Derp, almost posted as Vikram.))
"Dragomir." Thoughtfully she rolled his name over her tongue and through her mind. "That means dragon-something, doesn't it?" Inquiring minds would like to know, you realize, even if the questioning one only had a partial education in word meaning. Of course she knew what 'dragon' was in other tongues, and the mere idea of it sent a shiver of excitement through her soul like the quivering frisson of sound from a bell. "Are there dragons where you come from? Are they little dragons, like Akaith and Fajira and Zaffre, or big ones like Grandmother?" Innocently, eagerly, she questioned him, fishing for any fragment of information about her draconic kin of any sort.
She stood still now, looking up at him with open interest, only the sway of her tail and the tone of her voice revealing her excitement. "Grandfather didn't know Grandmother was a dragon, Father told me that's what she told him. He says I look a lot like she did. And..." Her running dialogue cut short when he opened his mouth to speak again, golden eyes widening as she realized she might have been being rude and her mouth closing abruptly. Sheepishly she ducked her head, shuffling her front hooves in the dirt until his words proved to be another question.
Immediately she looked back up, a brilliant smile on her face. "Yes. But Father is not leader with her. He's a protector and he says he'd rather keep us safe than do a poor imitation of Mother's job." With the all-knowing air that only a child could have, she nodded in confirmation of words she'd very nearly parroted, overheard when her parents didn't realize.
"Dragomir." Thoughtfully she rolled his name over her tongue and through her mind. "That means dragon-something, doesn't it?" Inquiring minds would like to know, you realize, even if the questioning one only had a partial education in word meaning. Of course she knew what 'dragon' was in other tongues, and the mere idea of it sent a shiver of excitement through her soul like the quivering frisson of sound from a bell. "Are there dragons where you come from? Are they little dragons, like Akaith and Fajira and Zaffre, or big ones like Grandmother?" Innocently, eagerly, she questioned him, fishing for any fragment of information about her draconic kin of any sort.
She stood still now, looking up at him with open interest, only the sway of her tail and the tone of her voice revealing her excitement. "Grandfather didn't know Grandmother was a dragon, Father told me that's what she told him. He says I look a lot like she did. And..." Her running dialogue cut short when he opened his mouth to speak again, golden eyes widening as she realized she might have been being rude and her mouth closing abruptly. Sheepishly she ducked her head, shuffling her front hooves in the dirt until his words proved to be another question.
Immediately she looked back up, a brilliant smile on her face. "Yes. But Father is not leader with her. He's a protector and he says he'd rather keep us safe than do a poor imitation of Mother's job." With the all-knowing air that only a child could have, she nodded in confirmation of words she'd very nearly parroted, overheard when her parents didn't realize.
