"Spit- SPIT THAT OUT. RIGHT NOW. TREES ARE NOT FOR EATING." Aivrid gave his daughter a bap on the snout, trying to get the trunk of the pine out of her mouth. Her gluttony had been less of a problem on the coast. Far more things in the ocean were edible, and she'd quickly learned that drinking the salt water was a terrible idea. But ever since they'd come back to the mainland it'd been a struggle to keep Aivia in control.
What was he to do? Her insatiable hunger was one of her greatest strengths. Yet if she could not harness it, bring it to bear against her enemies, control it when she needed, she would be no better than a common drake.
That would not do. If she was to surpass him, she'd need to learn there were things she should not consume. At least, not immediately.
He sniffed the air. They'd traveled far from home in their feeding; Aivia was flying nearly as quickly as Aivrid himself overland now. Barely a week. Soon she'd be ready for the skystreams. For now, they needed something to eat, and the little village at the foot of the mountain they sat atop was ripe for the taking.
Like most villages, it had a low wood wall and a watchtower to keep away the monsters. Wood was flammable, and the monsters the wall was meant to keep out were far from the power wielded by a dragon.
"ALRIGHT. Aivia, you may be a destroyer, but some things are better left untouched." He pointed to the village. "Go down there and eat your fill, but do not destroy any of their buildings," he said. "Oh, and don't forget to leave a few of them alive; you've got to begin building your myth."
He was pretty sure Aivia understood him.
"Go on now."
What was he to do? Her insatiable hunger was one of her greatest strengths. Yet if she could not harness it, bring it to bear against her enemies, control it when she needed, she would be no better than a common drake.
That would not do. If she was to surpass him, she'd need to learn there were things she should not consume. At least, not immediately.
He sniffed the air. They'd traveled far from home in their feeding; Aivia was flying nearly as quickly as Aivrid himself overland now. Barely a week. Soon she'd be ready for the skystreams. For now, they needed something to eat, and the little village at the foot of the mountain they sat atop was ripe for the taking.
Like most villages, it had a low wood wall and a watchtower to keep away the monsters. Wood was flammable, and the monsters the wall was meant to keep out were far from the power wielded by a dragon.
"ALRIGHT. Aivia, you may be a destroyer, but some things are better left untouched." He pointed to the village. "Go down there and eat your fill, but do not destroy any of their buildings," he said. "Oh, and don't forget to leave a few of them alive; you've got to begin building your myth."
He was pretty sure Aivia understood him.
"Go on now."
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