10-27-2021, 06:58 AM
She stretches up into Bolder’s affectionate greeting, and the familiar way he addresses the dragon eases her trepidation. That, and the very horselike way the dragon had snorted, a telltale sign even for the young girl of someone (or something) being a shifter.
Grumpy, Bolder calls him, and Myrna frowns. Is he grumpy? The dragon’s demeanor is most certainly far from warm. His grandfather? Had he come to visit? None of Bolder’s family has ever come to visit, but Myrna knows that they exist. They exist and have long titles, it seems, for this Grumpy Leilan is also a Great Great Grand Uncle, which sounds like a very important thing to be.
She will have to ask her mother if perhaps he might be a Great Great Grand Myrna someday, the girl decides, following her cousin to get just a little bit closer to look at the dragon. Despite his several acknowledged relations, he does not seem especially pleased to see Bolder. While the copper colt focuses on potential reference to food, Myrna (who tries very hard to be good) huffs softly at the accusation of harassment, and stops a good distance away
Though she is too young to care about borders and intruders, the filly is rather adept at non-answers, having heard her brother give them to their mother countless times. She looks at Bolder to see if he’d noticed this too, and while doing so exchanges her goatling’s shape for something closer to her own equine body.
She is closer to Bolder’s height now, a two-year old rather than her weanling size. She has practiced this shape for adventures, and she thinks that meeting a strange dragon would qualify as an adventure. Growing her opalescent adult horns hadn’t come with additional adult courage though, so she keeps the space between them and tucks her blue-patterned wings closer to her sides.
“How come you’re sleeping in this cave?” She asks.
@Leilan
@bolder
Grumpy, Bolder calls him, and Myrna frowns. Is he grumpy? The dragon’s demeanor is most certainly far from warm. His grandfather? Had he come to visit? None of Bolder’s family has ever come to visit, but Myrna knows that they exist. They exist and have long titles, it seems, for this Grumpy Leilan is also a Great Great Grand Uncle, which sounds like a very important thing to be.
She will have to ask her mother if perhaps he might be a Great Great Grand Myrna someday, the girl decides, following her cousin to get just a little bit closer to look at the dragon. Despite his several acknowledged relations, he does not seem especially pleased to see Bolder. While the copper colt focuses on potential reference to food, Myrna (who tries very hard to be good) huffs softly at the accusation of harassment, and stops a good distance away
Though she is too young to care about borders and intruders, the filly is rather adept at non-answers, having heard her brother give them to their mother countless times. She looks at Bolder to see if he’d noticed this too, and while doing so exchanges her goatling’s shape for something closer to her own equine body.
She is closer to Bolder’s height now, a two-year old rather than her weanling size. She has practiced this shape for adventures, and she thinks that meeting a strange dragon would qualify as an adventure. Growing her opalescent adult horns hadn’t come with additional adult courage though, so she keeps the space between them and tucks her blue-patterned wings closer to her sides.
“How come you’re sleeping in this cave?” She asks.
@Leilan
@bolder