Post by Lava (Admin) on Jan 22, 2015 7:13:21 GMT
Vyrrin awoke to the usual sound of bickering outside his tent. He yawned. This was hardly new for him, and he had gotten used to the many arguments between the campers.
"All I'm saying is that we should set up a new camp! Is that so crazy?"
"Yes! It very much is!"
Personally, he didn't much know who was fighting, or what it was about. So, he continued in his usual routine; step one, get a drink from the oasis. Step two, convince larger dragons for food. Step three, refuse said food due to strong dislike. Step four, curl up near Tarn and sleep until noon.
Lately, his routine was off. A surprising lack of appearances by his father made the day quite dull. As rough housing with Thunderhead lost its uniqueness very quickly.
"Well, if he's too high and mighty to attend Thor's day, he can shove it up his-"
The voice piqued Vyrrin's interest, and he poked his head from the tent he'd been resting in
"-And even if he did show, there's no guarantee he'll even bother with the festivities. It'll be like the day of gift giving all over again."
Ah, Vyrrin recalled 'gift giving day,' it was when Mr. Yellow gave him a s...s-...wool shirt.
Speaking of Mr. Yellow, where was he?
"I see you're up early today youngling, good."
He was atop the tent's roof.
Oddly enough, he was no longer a giant, like the last time they met.
"Your brother's off with your aunt again."
Auntie Ilaner was Vyrrin's favorite part of the week. She reminded him of his mother...His mother...
Vyrrin scratched at his new facial plates. They were quite painful.
"Are you feeling alright little guy? Did you catch something whole you were gone?"
Mr. Yellow was the rest of his week besides when he saw his aunt. He didn't mind. He seemed to recall several older dragons calling him 'Lumius' or 'Luminus' or 'F***ing douche'
"All I'm saying is that we should set up a new camp! Is that so crazy?"
"Yes! It very much is!"
Personally, he didn't much know who was fighting, or what it was about. So, he continued in his usual routine; step one, get a drink from the oasis. Step two, convince larger dragons for food. Step three, refuse said food due to strong dislike. Step four, curl up near Tarn and sleep until noon.
Lately, his routine was off. A surprising lack of appearances by his father made the day quite dull. As rough housing with Thunderhead lost its uniqueness very quickly.
"Well, if he's too high and mighty to attend Thor's day, he can shove it up his-"
The voice piqued Vyrrin's interest, and he poked his head from the tent he'd been resting in
"-And even if he did show, there's no guarantee he'll even bother with the festivities. It'll be like the day of gift giving all over again."
Ah, Vyrrin recalled 'gift giving day,' it was when Mr. Yellow gave him a s...s-...wool shirt.
Speaking of Mr. Yellow, where was he?
"I see you're up early today youngling, good."
He was atop the tent's roof.
Oddly enough, he was no longer a giant, like the last time they met.
"Your brother's off with your aunt again."
Auntie Ilaner was Vyrrin's favorite part of the week. She reminded him of his mother...His mother...
Vyrrin scratched at his new facial plates. They were quite painful.
"Are you feeling alright little guy? Did you catch something whole you were gone?"
Mr. Yellow was the rest of his week besides when he saw his aunt. He didn't mind. He seemed to recall several older dragons calling him 'Lumius' or 'Luminus' or 'F***ing douche'