quietriderferaldragon

[quietriderferaldragon]

[quietriderferaldragon]

They created me just as they created you. We’re not so different.

THE WITCHER NETFLIX (2019– )

[quietriderferaldragon]

Taking note at both of them seemingly offended by his energetic greeting, his smile falters for a moment as he brings his hands closer to his own chest, clasping them together nervously. "Sorry! Im just...a very touchy person. "

Looking back up at the dragon, he gave a apologetic look. " Sorry you, too, Miss Migeal. It won't happen again. "

He returns his gaze to the other human. " What do you mean by hatched for you? Are dragons assigned to you or something where you come from? " Marshy gets a look of realization, and continues. " Where did you come from? How did you two get here? "

Migeal huffed- a rush of hot, slightly smelly air washed over Marshall- and touched her mind to his, "Apology accepted, little human. Ask, next time. You might even get a yes."

"You're fine," Rowan added on, "It has just been a long day, and touch is hit or miss for me. Especially when faced with entering a city as... large and populated as this one."- they gestured at Newtopia.

Their eyes light up at the questions about dragons and they excitedly explain, "No, no, she chose to hatch for me. Her egg- and many others- were and are given to the Riders by their mothers and enchanted, so that the infant dragons within's ability to remain within the egg until preferred conditions are met is enhanced, and changed, as well as allowing the dragons to bond with their Riders in mind and heart. Instead of waiting for the right season, or available food, or what have you, they could wait- indefinitely, I might add- until they found the right person. For a few months every year, a handful of Riders will take few eggs each and travel Alagaësia, visiting many of the continent's cities, towns, and villages from each race, allowing those at or above sixteen, or the equivalent in the longer lived races' cases, who wish to to try their luck and see if they'll be chosen."- they have the decency to look a little sheepish as they continue- "It's quite the spectacle. I watched the ceremony in my hometown when I was eleven- against my parents' wishes- and I felt... drawn, to Migeal's egg. I interrupted the event to go to her, and she hatched for me. This mark"- they show their palm again, the silvery mark catching the sunlight, "is the physical result of the magic's work. It is made when and where the bond is forged, at the first touch between scale and bare skin between the pair, usually on the Rider's dominant hand."

"Rowan was and is the only one worthy of being bonded to me," Migeal said hautily, both in Marshall's mind and Rowan's, "the age requirements are silly and arbitrary. Every dragon begins the journey to being a dragon-Rider pair as a hatchling, why shouldn't the Riders?"

Rowan rolled their eyes and shook their head exasperatedly, then realized they'd gone on a tangent, completely forgetting the young man in front of them had asked questions other than the history and mechanics of dragons and their Riders being bonded together. Their cheeks and the tips of their slightly pointed ears reddened, though only slightly thanks to their dark skin.

"Sorry, I, ah... dragons and magic are... particular interests of mine. In fact, I believe my interest in learning as much as I can about magic is what landed us here. We were sent to investigate a peculiar area that'd recently started showing signs of being magically unstable. I might've said something or other in the Ancient Language that triggered the magic and transported us here, or it might've done it on its own. It's difficult to tell, especially without being there. Magic not used in tandem with the Language is unpredictable and enigmatic at best."

A great beast flew towards Newtopia, dark blue against the much paler sky. Within the hour it touched down not far from the gates, revealing itself to be a dragon. A person slid down its side from their perch-a saddle on the creature's back- into the shallow waters surrounding the city. They removed a single glove, worrying the soft leather between their fingers and tapping each of the fingers of their now-bare hand to their thumb repeatedly in a pattern. They paced for a whole, seeming deep in thought.

The dragon is the first to react to the approaching boy, moving her head to hover above where her Rider is pacing and looking in his direction, smoke trailing from her nostrils. A smile appeared on the person's face as they stopped pacing and place their bare right hand on her spiked jaw. They still don't seem to notice the boy until he's within a few yards, at which point they turn to face him, removing their hand from the dragon.

Right arm raised, palm out- revealing a silvery elliptical spiral mark- they call in a soft voice, "Hello. My name is Rowan, and this"- they put their left hand on Migeal's snout- "is Migeal. Don't mind the smoke, she's just not fond of many people other than me."

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[quietriderferaldragon]

"Wait, you really shouldn't"- Rowan said, trying to stop Marshy from hugging onto Migeal as soon as they saw his intentions, but was too late. Migeal, for her part, only swung her head and neck around to look at the boy hugging her foreleg, starting to growl before his praise made the noise sputter off.

Somewhat torn between taking offense at the unasked for touch and preening over the compliment, she said to Rowan, "Tell the little human I will forgive him this once for climbing on me without my permission, because he finds me fittingly awe-inspiring, but if he does it again I will eat him."

They throw a Look at Migeal, but then their attention is taken by the boy shaking their hand. Confused- did they just make a deal with the boy? When did they do that? What deal was it?- and not in the mood to deal with sudden touch, they pulled their hand away gently and held it to their chest.

"Well met, Marshall. I should warn you- usually, touching a dragon without their permission ends in singed hair and clothes at best. Migeal's forgiven you this once, though, since you think she's... "cool"? I, ah, wouldn't try it again, however. As for where I found her- technically it would be more accurate to say she found me. She hatched for me in Alagaësia some seven or eight years ago, and we've been bonded as Rider and dragon since."

A great beast flew towards Newtopia, dark blue against the much paler sky. Within the hour it touched down not far from the gates, revealing itself to be a dragon. A person slid down its side from their perch-a saddle on the creature's back- into the shallow waters surrounding the city. They removed a single glove, worrying the soft leather between their fingers and tapping each of the fingers of their now-bare hand to their thumb repeatedly in a pattern. They paced for a whole, seeming deep in thought.

The dragon is the first to react to the approaching boy, moving her head to hover above where her Rider is pacing and looking in his direction, smoke trailing from her nostrils. A smile appeared on the person's face as they stopped pacing and place their bare right hand on her spiked jaw. They still don't seem to notice the boy until he's within a few yards, at which point they turn to face him, removing their hand from the dragon.

Right arm raised, palm out- revealing a silvery elliptical spiral mark- they call in a soft voice, "Hello. My name is Rowan, and this"- they put their left hand on Migeal's snout- "is Migeal. Don't mind the smoke, she's just not fond of many people other than me."

Starter for @livedfantasy

[quietriderferaldragon]

A great beast flew towards Newtopia, dark blue against the much paler sky. Within the hour it touched down not far from the gates, revealing itself to be a dragon. A person slid down its side from their perch-a saddle on the creature's back- into the shallow waters surrounding the city. They removed a single glove, worrying the soft leather between their fingers and tapping each of the fingers of their now-bare hand to their thumb repeatedly in a pattern. They paced for a whole, seeming deep in thought.

The dragon is the first to react to the approaching boy, moving her head to hover above where her Rider is pacing and looking in his direction, smoke trailing from her nostrils. A smile appeared on the person's face as they stopped pacing and place their bare right hand on her spiked jaw. They still don't seem to notice the boy until he's within a few yards, at which point they turn to face him, removing their hand from the dragon.

Right arm raised, palm out- revealing a silvery elliptical spiral mark- they call in a soft voice, "Hello. My name is Rowan, and this"- they put their left hand on Migeal's snout- "is Migeal. Don't mind the smoke, she's just not fond of many people other than me."

Starter for @livedfantasy