Private Tales Here There Be Dragons

[Kaia Thesius]

"You know," she took out the graphite stick and tapped her chin with the blunt end. Her journals and scrolls were now in a somewhat organized pile. "If our history is to believed, our people were not so unlike yours now. They say long ago we can from across the seas. Settled on the beach like you all. Fled to the mountains because of the monsters and things that liked to hunt humans for sport. It wasn't until thirteen souls sacrificed themselves to the dragons for help that we finally stood a chance against those who already lived here."

Looking down, she sifted through a journal in her lap. Its pages filled with writings that he would be able to read due to that rune and her dragon's magic. It was filled with writings and various formulas. Perhaps only her love of numbers could eclipse her affinity for words, language, learning, and history.

Tempest casually flicked his tongue in Lothar's direction.

Kaia leaned forward slightly. "Tell me more about where your from. And your people? Can you all do magic...like you did? And between you and me? I prefer to sleep outside. Close to the water. Tempest would protect me anyway," reaching to the side, she let her fingers play lightly along the rough scales of Tempest's neck.

 

[Lothar]

Lothar tried not to flinch as the Dragon flicked it's tongue.

It was not the first such creature that he had met, but it would be a lie to say that the Dragon did not bring a distinct discomfort to him. Something within his soul, something that he had taken from another, called for it. For the magic it bore.

A feeling he starkly pressed down. "Not all, no."

He said truthfully, glancing at the Dragon for a brief moment before he continued.

"Where I am from, those who can do magic are taken as children and trained." Lothar began to explain. "We are raised to use our abilities so by the time we become adults, we are strong."

In those words the whole experience sounded almost good, though it was anything but. "Vel Anir, that is the cities name, was nearly wiped out a few centuries ago."

He continued. "Mages like us are what stopped that."

A smile touched his lips, and then he looked to the Dragon once more.

"I imagine that they would." He chuckled. "I have not met a Dragon quite so...friendly."

Lothar admitted, recalling that the last one had done its very best to kill him.

 

[Kaia Thesius]

"Tempest is more friendly than most but...our dragons are usually only friendly to their bonded rider. Even we're taught from a very young age to respect them and those of the Wylds."

She was pretty the rumors around Prince Kaveh's dragon were true. How many people had looked at the prince wrong and been swallowed up or squished?

Probably a lot.

Plucking up a small bound book, she offered it between them. "Here. This gives a small history of Thanasis. It might help answer some of your questions. It's one of my favorite books as a child so as long as you promise to give it back." She gave him a mock serious gaze as she held his eyes with her own.

"Are your people friendly? Will they take kindly to us showing up when we get back to your camp?"

 

[Lothar]

Lothar glanced at the dragon for a moment, forcing a smile on his face.

None of the unease disappeared.

The level of comfort Kaia displayed with the beast was...something, and he was unsure if it was overconfidence or if what she said was entirely true. Either way, he wasn't going to chance it. Better to follow her along the path of Kindness than argue.

"Oh. Thank you." The Dreadlord said as he took the small book, one of his bandages poking out from beneath his sleeve. "I'm a slow reader, especially in a foreign tongue."

He flashed her a smile. "But I'll make sure it gets back to you."

As he tucked the book away, his expression faltered.

"They are...uhh...weary." He said, interpreting Anirian nature as kindly as he could. "Malakath has not been easy."

To say the least. "It would be best if I approached them myself first when we near."