”Many watch Onma.” I say, stretching up to my paws. They thud quietly against the deck as I land - Captain calls me fat but I know I am delightfully plump as a sign of my wisdom. Silly humans loving bones through taught furless skin. Plump like me they ought to be.
First to the dragonling. Bold. Fierce. A bit dim. The younger the dragon the dimmer they be, but he wasn’t hatched for his brain, was he? I rub my whiskers against his scales, lovely dragons scales scratch the best, and he obliges begrudgingly. Good little dragonling, he knows better than to test me. Then to the girl I go, blessed by Frey. Bright. Warm. Naive. Flick left, flick right, my tail tells my thoughts as I sit before this child - this infant - what is it Frey sees that I do not? ”But few understand. Why you?”
First to the dragonling. Bold. Fierce. A bit dim. The younger the dragon the dimmer they be, but he wasn’t hatched for his brain, was he? I rub my whiskers against his scales, lovely dragons scales scratch the best, and he obliges begrudgingly. Good little dragonling, he knows better than to test me. Then to the girl I go, blessed by Frey. Bright. Warm. Naive. Flick left, flick right, my tail tells my thoughts as I sit before this child - this infant - what is it Frey sees that I do not? ”But few understand. Why you?”
