Liam
I've seen faces I may never see again
I've been places I never could have dreamt
I've been places I never could have dreamt
Maybe Liam was a bit too contrite about his discovery by the woodpile, but he had never anticipated finding one companion, let alone two. It felt very much like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, reaching for something that he knew he wasn't allowed to have. And though he wondered if he was truly deserving of these two, his heart ached at the thought of them leaving. Of course, he wasn't sure they could, now that they'd bonded to him; he wasn't exactly sure how that worked. Was this something ordained by the gods? Was there some ancient magic at work that had led them to his side? Or was it simply some strange twist of fate?
He still felt a little dazed, but he did his best to recall the scraps of information he'd gathered through the bond. "I think their mother went hunting and never came back," he said, frowning. "Or - something like that. Doesn't explain how they ended up here, though." Were poachers a thing for dragonlings? Or maybe they'd stowed away on a skyship or some such thing, or maybe there was some larger power at play. Liam supposed they might never know for sure.
But they were here now, and they were looking at him with such expectation that he felt he might be crushed beneath the weight of their immediate trust. "Food, I think. And rest." Collecting the pair, Liam made his way into the kitchen, where he rummaged about for some dried meat. "I told them you'd skin them if they burned the house down," he added with a wink, beginning to settle into this new reality in which he was bonded to a pair of dragons. "But, honestly, they feel too tired to do much of anything right now." As if in answer, the little green yawned, her jaw seeming to nearly dislocate with the gesture. Her brother was far more stoic, but his eyes drooped with exhaustion. Now that they'd found safety, it seemed they were content to eat and sleep and do whatever else young dragons did.
He still felt a little dazed, but he did his best to recall the scraps of information he'd gathered through the bond. "I think their mother went hunting and never came back," he said, frowning. "Or - something like that. Doesn't explain how they ended up here, though." Were poachers a thing for dragonlings? Or maybe they'd stowed away on a skyship or some such thing, or maybe there was some larger power at play. Liam supposed they might never know for sure.
But they were here now, and they were looking at him with such expectation that he felt he might be crushed beneath the weight of their immediate trust. "Food, I think. And rest." Collecting the pair, Liam made his way into the kitchen, where he rummaged about for some dried meat. "I told them you'd skin them if they burned the house down," he added with a wink, beginning to settle into this new reality in which he was bonded to a pair of dragons. "But, honestly, they feel too tired to do much of anything right now." As if in answer, the little green yawned, her jaw seeming to nearly dislocate with the gesture. Her brother was far more stoic, but his eyes drooped with exhaustion. Now that they'd found safety, it seemed they were content to eat and sleep and do whatever else young dragons did.
I've touched hands with those who've touched me
Seen the marks, the skeleton keys
Seen the marks, the skeleton keys
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
