Blinking, and suddenly, the whole world was white.
Starkly contrasting against the darkness that the world was wrapped in only seconds ago. Blurry, soft, for some reason... And it was cold. That was when Morgan realized about three things simultaneously. The first was that they were surrounded by snow. The second was that their glasses were off. The third, was that the world was spinning.
"Shit. I've g-gotta start cuttin' my whiskey w-with water." Morgan mumbled as they pushed theirself up using their weak arm and put their left arm up against their forehead. If only the world would stop spinning! First, Morgan needed to find their glasses. They felt something wet as they got up and a strange muscle pulling sensation, but they figured that it was part of the soreness of waking up after a bender. The wetness was the snow.
They could see, looking up against the snow, something bright orange. It was super fuzzy at the distance it was from Morgan's unaided eyes, but sorta on the small side...
It was very possible that it could be a fox, Morgan decided. They hadn't seen any foxes outside of images in some of the biology books that their father gifted to them a life-time ago, but they were orange, with darker feet, and they were kinda fuzzy. Foxes, however, were skittish, and whatever this thing was (Morgan couldn't tell with their glasses off) it was not running away. Instead, it was standing. Morgan couldn't tell if it was on all fours or two legs from this distance, but it didn't seem to be attacking them.
Morgan took a moment to assess their situation, and with their head still spinning, began looking for their glasses with a practiced ease that made them somewhat embarrassed. They had done this WAY too many times before. Never really in snow before. After a moment or two, they located them, and picked them up by the earpiece. They straightened up, tried to sit up and felt that pulling sensation again, and realized that the 'thing' was still there in the same place.
Morgan put the glasses on their nose, and was immediately thankful that they were undamaged. Wet, from the snow, but undamaged. They glanced up, affixed their eyes on the orange thing. Morgan stood corrected, not only was it not a thing but it also was not a fox. It was a dragon. Morgan had seen dragons before, of all kinds. The dragon was not a tat-lung, no, too small and decidedly not a fish for that. The orange dragon had bright greenish-blue eyes, and wasn't a form that Morgan was used to seeing; with wings that were more sail-like than... Well, wing-like.
Morgan immediately tried to push theirself onto all fours, to get up in the snow. It was the powdery kind, and a bit sparse now that Morgan had noticed. They were beginning to remember last night, which was probably not a good thing. This was the Canyon of Eterra, and they were here because...
The dragon was still staring at them, and when Morgan glanced back up, they realized that the being was looking at them in wonder?
"ARE YOU A SCIENCE-TIST?" The voice was excited, overly excited, but not shrill.
Oh, this one could speak. Must be a draconic, and a smart one at that. Morgan was vaguely reminded of Bowser, the young makiyan that Morgan had helped realize the dream of becoming a scientist when Morgan was a teenager. Of course, after Morgan's 'services' were 'no longer needed' (Morgan wasn't upset of course, everyone grows up someday and draconics were very independent people) Bowser left to make his own life. Apparently he had decided to move in with his mate and raise their kids, which is... Interesting. Morgan was told that Draconics didn't move in with their mates, so that was curious at best.
Morgan hadn't bothered coming to the Canyon after that. They'd felt the need, for some reason, to be altruistic and help out Bowser, but once he was grown Morgan hadn't bothered to come back. Why were they here?
Ah, yeah, they needed to find that specific rare herb for the Botany Final.
The draconic regarded Morgan curiously for a moment. For some reason, Morgan couldn't straighten up. When had the draconic gotten closer to Morgan? "But you have a Lobcote. OH you're injured!" The draconic said, pointing at Morgan's side with a single claw. Morgan's brow furrowed, and they looked down to see that there was a good gash in their side, all the way down, and then 'skipping' a bit and ending on the top of their leg. There was quite a bit of blood; the snow was stained strawberries and cherries behind them for a good distance. That made sense. When did they get hurt? Why were they hurt?
Drawing up a blank, Morgan placed a palm instinctively on the ragged cut (ragged... Probably not a sharp weapon...) and felt the magic flow out, sparking a bit as it knitted. Not well, but enough to stop the bleeding. Why hadn't they done this last night?
"You can do magic? Humans can't do magic!" The draconic said with absolute glee.
Oh goodness, Morgan thought, and this has got to stop. "It's lab-coat." Morgan said, and then they pushed theirself up into a nearly standing position before waiting to catch their breath. Now they hurt, of course. The pain must have been so bad before that they hadn't been able to really notice it. That happened, sometimes. "Now I've gotta go." Morgan said, pushing to a standing position and nearly falling. The draconic immediately moved forward (walking on all fours) and pushed it's head up against Morgan's pained side in order to keep them from falling.
"You're injured. You need to rest." The young one insisted. Immediately Morgan realized that something about the youngster having done that sent a shock (unpleasantly) through them. They jerked away, and promptly fell on their butt.
"You're practically a ch-chi... fetus!" Morgan cried out, absolutely dismayed by the presumptuous orange being. "S-stop acting like I can't take care of myself." Still, Morgan sat there, realizing they weren't going to be able to stand on their own for a bit. The world was still spinning a bit, anyway.
The youngster was not bothered by this at all, but the youngster did seem to be thinking for a moment, a bit interested at the turn of the events. "I was born two weeks ago." She said, proudly. "And you still haven't answered my inquiry." She finished, looking quite confident. Morgan placed a hand to their forehead for a moment, moving their glasses to pinch their nose.
"T-two weeks isn't a long time at all- w-where are your parents, fetus?" Morgan teased.
The draconic nodded, quietly. "I left. I wanted to find..." She seemed to be considering now. "Something important." She seemed to decide upon. Morgan was feeling two things pretty strongly right now; one was that the youngster was keeping something from them or perhaps using a euphemism. The second was that dragons were so strange; a two-week-old speaking decently enough, even if not perfect was completely unheard of from humanoids.
"Uh-huh. You better not be looking for replacement parents. I already did my Canyon 'Good Deed' for my l-lifetime." Morgan waved the draconic off.
"Answer my question. And what is your name?" The youngster demanded, ignoring Morgan's snark.
At this, Morgan could hear a huff from the orange dragon. They glanced up, and saw the being visibly pouting; almost humanoid for a reaction! Morgan couldn't help but chuckle, and tried to swallow the chuckle down and replace it with a fake 'cough'. The draconic finally spoke; voice terse. "My name is Vixie, and I named myself. I've been very patient with you, so you better answer me." Morgan could almost have expected her to put her hands on her hips had she been human. It was... Weird.
"You? P-patient with me?" Morgan couldn't help but snicker. "I'm a whole lot more 'an 2 weeks old. Looks to me like you're the kid here." Morgan said. Never-mind the fact that draconics could practically live forever if not killed or whatever else. Two weeks was still really young, even if she was smart. "Alright Vixie, I'll b-bite. I swallowed a chaos node." Morgan was more tired than aggravated, but the venom dripped off of them a tad. "So I'm a chaos elemental. Frightening, right? If I can just get this stupid plant, I'll be able to pass my ex-ex- test and become a scientist." Morgan said, rolling their eyes. "Happy?"
Vixie seemed pretty pleased with herself, of course, but mostly a mixture of shell-shocked and awed. "Your name?" She demanded.
"Morgan." The human said. "Morgan Right." They wished that they could stand, and just leave. Their head hurt and their body was sore, they didn't really have the patience for this bull.
Silence, for two whole seconds, and Morgan was pleased but a little bit worried. They glanced up and looked over at the draconic sure to shoot a look full of the annoyance that Morgan felt at the draconic, but their eyes were caught in the awed view, starstruck almost, of the orange hatchling.
"My great grandpops, Bowser, said that was the name of human science... scientist that helped him out as a hatchling!" She finally exclaimed.
Oh... That's... No way. They didn't even look remotely the same! Morgan was actually a little shocked at that revelation.
"I've always wanted to meet you! He told me so many stories!" Vixie practically hummed at Morgan.
Morgan snorted. "Well, I bet you are nothing like him." At that, Morgan settled back on their haunches for a moment. They needed to get out of the snow. They still had an estate out here, kept mostly out of habit, and somewhat because they wanted to make sure that Bowser had somewhere to go if his family 'didn't work out'. It seemed like it would come into handiness soon.
Vixie pouted for a second. "I was searching for someone to teach me how to do science. That's what I want to do." Then she looked at Morgan hopefully. "You'd do, of course. Grandpops is doing great, and it's all from stuff you taught him." She said, fairly separated and clinical in her approach. "Grandpops told me where your home is. I'll take you there." She decided.
"Now j-just you wait! I-I-I didn't give you permission!" Morgan said, and when Vixie visibly jerked back, Morgan put their hand on the draconic's shoulder. They rolled their eyes. "Fine, we'll go." Morgan's weight was supported easily, half on their own feet and half on the draconic.
It took a while, a long while, not partially due to Morgan's spinning mind. A good rest later though in one of the estate's beds (thoroughly checked for spiders, no one had been there save for the keeper in a while; and the keeper hadn't been there in two weeks!) Morgan sat up, and began scrounging around for food. Finding a goodly amount of stock (kept thankfully quite fresh due to Morgan hiring a keeper) Morgan was able to get a good roast cooking. It was going to take a while, and well, Morgan needed to be tip-top shape if they were going to find that plant they needed. Morgan wished that they could remember how they were injured, though it was no longer bothering them as badly now.
"What kind of plant do ya need?" Morgan was at the bottom of the flight of stairs when the voice of the draconic floated to them.
"N-none of your business."
"We could make an exchange. I can go find the plant you need, and then you can teach me." Vixie said, confidently. "I assume you haven't really the time to heal before that... Test thing." She said. "This will save you some time. That's valuable."
Morgan was seeing more and more of Bowser in this little fox-colored dragon, despite the lack of the cotton candy hues that decorated his hide. There was that cleverness, that presumptuousness, but she was missing a tad of his edge in Morgan's opinion. That made Morgan smirk, somewhat, realizing that. Dragons were highly intelligent, and this Vixie was quite close to the witts that tat-lungs tended to have at maturity though she didn't quite manage to be as clever and dangerous as Bowser could have been had he not been a 'good' person, so to speak.
Still Vixie drove a decent enough bargain, and well, it wasn't hard to get Bowser to a point that he no longer felt the need to be around Morgan. Shouldn't take long to get Vixie to that point as well. Morgan pretended to sigh heavily, and then cut their eyes at Vixie. "Fine fine, you've got me. I need..." Morgan reached into their pocket and carefully removed a folded piece of paper with an excellent diagram on it, and handed it over.
Vixie was ever astute. She may have only been alive for two weeks, but she grew up with the many varied stories about humans, including this particular one. Her great great grandfather was the family patriarch and was indeed soul-bound to a humanoid. Everyone in the family had some kind of knowledge about humans. Vixie could tell that Morgan wasn't completely convinced, and that was fine. She reached out and took the slip of paper between two claws and held it up to take a look of it. It was a common plant, further down. Shouldn't be too hard to get down to a sprig or two and grab it.
Vixie caught Morgan's eyes and winked, as she had seen her great grandfather do a few times. "I'll be back." She'd go try to grab some food on the way back, too. She moved out on foot of course, she didn't know how to fly yet.
It took a few hours, and during that time Morgan selected a few of the books from the bookcases on the walls, the ones with pictures, knowing that at some point, the youngun would have to learn something, even if it wasn't through written common. Picture diagrams had worked decently enough for Bowser, when he was young. It wasn't long before the roast was finished cooking, complete with vegetables, and the front door opened, with the young draconic standing in the doorway holding... The entire plant. Not just a sprig; the entire dang thing. Great. It was usable, but now it wouldn't regrow... Weren't those rare?
"Alright fetus, let's see it here." Morgan held out their hand and made a 'give it here' motion. The draconic hands it over, looking a bit miffed.
"I've got a name, y'know." She quipped, but handed over the entire plant. "It's the right one." She half expected the human to pretend like it wasn't.
Morgan had been planning on telling the youngun that it was indeed not the right one, and then was planning on high-tailing it out of here and never speaking of it again. However, they were sitting at the table in the living room with their feet all up on the table in just socks; and they had a bowl of roast balanced on their knees with one hand supporting it. When the plant hit their palm they gave it a once over instead, and then sat it down on the table with a quick toss. "H-here, get yourself a bowl of roast... You eat meat, right?" They pointed to the counter that had a large pressure cooker, open and with cooked food in it. The draconic looked a little surprised (heh, not good at hiding emotions!) but toddled over to get a bowl anyway. Morgan patted the seat next to them but moved over to the other side of the seat when the draconic sit down, putting distance between them.
Riku: Oh how perfect! I woke up wanting to post (unexpected, but yay) and saw I had a reply. <3 Meant to be.
May 26, 2020 6:40:43 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: I really, really love all the updates that have come~! <3
May 24, 2020 2:12:37 GMT -6
Fiera Ferella: np!!! I hope y'all like it!
May 23, 2020 13:45:06 GMT -6
Riku: What an awesome update, staff! Thanks for that! <3
May 23, 2020 12:06:52 GMT -6
Jack: All have been found!
May 23, 2020 9:53:27 GMT -6
Jack: Might want to be on the lookout for anything... odd
May 22, 2020 23:51:22 GMT -6
Fiera Ferella: Yeah it’s definitely a coincidence but wow did it work out well for us! XD
May 22, 2020 6:43:27 GMT -6
Silver: I'm pretty sure that was just a coincidence, but it sure feels lucky!
May 22, 2020 2:07:09 GMT -6
Riku: So did you guys make this hosting switch perfectly RIGHT before pb broke? >.< Thaz crazy. It’s a huge relief and I’m very glad we’ve come to this. <3
May 22, 2020 1:41:01 GMT -6
Fiera Ferella: It’s free up to a certain number of GB, which we haven’t hit yet.
May 21, 2020 6:46:33 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: Is the site that is going to be used to host all those images also the type you'd need to pay for? (definitely noticed the broken images yeah. Photobucket feels like it is standing on its last legs. X3 )
May 21, 2020 0:13:57 GMT -6
Morgan: I'm just kinda nervous about them going down before things get moved over completely. It's prolly nothing to be worried about though. :3
May 20, 2020 22:13:15 GMT -6
Fiera Ferella: Thank goodness we're moving out of there? XD
May 20, 2020 21:59:22 GMT -6
Renathan: Ugh, photobucket has the images broke again. x3
May 20, 2020 21:18:53 GMT -6