Morgan wasn't one for companionable meals, let alone awkward ones with others. The pair regarded one another with suspicion, and Morgan didn't see any reason to change that at all. Morgan finished their bowl and put it down on the table, before leaning forward and taking a few clippings of the plant. They had a small box in order to place them in. It should be good enough to use for the test. Morgan could spend some time here, quickly teach Vixie a few things, and then get the heck out of here and not come back. That would be easy; draconics did not come to the Labs as a rule since they... Supposedly hated what the labs were about. Surprisingly enough, Morgan was a bit surprised at that; seeing as there were more than a few draconics interested in science.
It didn't take much to make a person forget their morality; and it couldn't be different regardless of type of person or circumstances of birth.
Of course, no one is every completely correct. All hands in the wrong, all hands in the right.
Morgan was not any better than anyone else.
Vixie finished her bowl soon after, and went for seconds. Morgan watched her go and expertly use the spoon after a few tries to get the roast much easier this time. The human stared at their empty bowl, and then pulled a small cloth from their pocket to clean their glasses carefully. After they put them back on, Morgan leaned forward and grabbed one of the science picture books; 'written' specifically for individuals that cannot read of course. "Here we go v-Vixie, books with pictures on the spines are for individuals l-like you that don't know how to read." At that, Morgan tossed the book at the draconic who had just put her empty bowl down.
Vixie looked thoughtful for a moment. "Teach me to read."
Morgan huffed. "T-that will t-take forever." Morgan affixed the draconic's green eyes with a hazel-eyed glare. "I don't have time to u-undertake that. I've got duties a-at home." Morgan said, not to explain theirself at all, but it make it easier to de-latch this baby from the teat before it got too attached. "I don't have time to be at the canyon all the time." And that should be that. Morgan took their feet off of the table and swung them to the floor, with visible pain despite their attempt to hide it.
"Then I'll come with you." Vixie said, matter of factly and as if that somehow concluded the issue. Her tail swished, the yellow and green tip belying her excitement of adventure.
"Oh no you won't!" Morgan said, this time visibly angered. "Draconics are not welcome at the Labs." And that should be that.
Vixie just tilted her head in a somewhat child-like way, and looked up at Morgan with questioning eyes. "Why not?" She asked, curiously. "Our patriarch said that if he wanted to go to the Labs, he could." She said, curiously, contemplatively. "Oh, because he is bonded. I don't understand why that makes a difference." She did something curiously akin to crinkling a nose; how strange.
Morgan was frustrated, now, but perhaps understanding her plight. Morgan pinched their nose bridge again and tried to figure out why they felt the need to spare the little dragonlet's feelings. There really was no need to keep from doing that; Morgan had what they needed. However, when they turned to look at the draconic to spout something mean, the youngster's emerald eyes made Morgan feel like they were looking into a mirror at a younger version of theirself.
"Guh. Fine, fine, I'll teach you. But I g-gotta do my test! I'm not staying here past t-tomorrow morning." Morgan said.
Vixie looked excited, after regarding Morgan curiously. "Good, we can start now!" She said, hardly able to contain herself.
"No." Morgan growled. "We will not start tonight, I've got to h-hit the h-ha the sack again." Morgan waved them off, but caught sight of Vixie's dejected looking face. "I'll come back, and do it, though. W-when I have time." Morgan felt dumb for even suggesting it. "H-how about... A w-week from tomorrow. You stand at the entrance to the Canyon from the City direction at... At noon." Morgan decided. They couldn't back out now, wouldn't go back on their word and leave the poor youngster at the gate all day. That would be too cruel, and besides. Perhaps Morgan owed it to Bowser to not treat his great grandaughter like trash.
"D-don't l-look too excited. I can still cancel on you, fetus." Morgan quipped.
Vixie snarled at Morgan, but managed to keep it under control at least a little bit of it. "I have a name, stop calling me that!"
Morgan grinned; scored a point! That was... Fun. Morgan hadn't had someone to banter at in quite a while, actually. "Psh, you'll always be a fetus to me. Besides, gotta get some amount of amusement out of t-this. G-gonna pay Bowser back for all the hell he put me through." They do say that one pays for their raising, but Morgan was going to turn that one up on it's head if they could.
Vixie seemed surprised for a moment, and then produced a sound that could perhaps be misconstrued into a laugh or something of the like. Morgan shook their head. "He w-was a little bastard, l-let me tell you... No- no, I'll tell you one of these days." They said. "Gonna take a whole month, I tell you."
Morgan put their feet back up on the table again. It was a nice table, really dusty though. Morgan was gonna have to get on to the housekeeper, and perhaps have them come by more often. "I can s-see you over there just a-quiver with questions." Morgan said, leaned back and decidedly not even looking at the draconic. "Go on, s-spit it out." Morgan said, egging Vixie on. Might as well get this over with now. Maybe there would be less questions at one time if they kept them to an absolute minimum by chopping them into little blocks. Morgan had, after all, done this whole 'raise a draconic' thing before. Not that they felt like they had done 'well'... Not in their opinion. But draconics were a little different than humanoids, it was strange. Bowser was old enough to have a great-granddaughter. Holy hell. It was baffling. And they lived forever.
Morgan wasn't sure if they would WANT to live forever.
There were so many questions twisting about in Vixie's head, but they needed to be metered out, Vixie decided. She didn't want to overwhelm and annoy the human. So far they had managed to teeter just on this side of that, she wasn't going to mess that up. Still, the human was waiting; all draped out like that. She tilted her head, curiously. "What gender are you?" She asked. "I can't really tell on humans." She said, noting perhaps a bit too late whenever the human's body stiffened a bit at that.
"Irrelevant. Next question?" Morgan said. Vixie didn't really understand why it was irrelevant, but filed it away anyway.
"What is a node?" She asked, trying to get some distance and less personal of course.
"A... Small bit of so-called 'magical' energy. I synthesized one using a traditional... Disgusting method a while back. They're pretty limited, all things considered." Morgan said. Their eyes still hadn't opened yet as they reclined on the couch, feet up on the table.
Vixie thought about adding that to the list of things that she wanted Morgan to teach her, but she decided to add that much later on, after this... Worked out or didn't. Something told her that it might.
A young, just hatched Vixie sits near her fellow hatchlings, both of them somewhat older than her. Her egg had apparently been the slowest to hatch out of her entire nest; much to the chagrin of her father. She already had a brother that had given her a nephew before she was even hatched. However, she was listening at the feet of their great-grandparents. Alouette's paws were up against Bowser's; and between them were the three hatchlings.
"I felt... a tingle, perhaps, in my chest. Thought it may be the desire to bond, but that wasn't it. I had that human adopt me, and I think it means something. Everything means something, you three. You may just not know what at the time." Bowser had said to her.
She thinks on the memory, and then asks; "What made you adopt Bowser?" She asked.
Morgan seemed to regard that for a moment, eyes still closed and body still reclining. But something was a little different, perhaps it was the way the human's brow was being pinched. After a moment, they let out a breath. "I felt drawn to. N-not sure why, but it doesn't really matter. He's doing fine, has a f-family if you're any indicator, so I'd say I didn't mess him up too badly." Morgan shrugged. "He t-thinks everything happens for a reason, I j-just don't think it matters." Morgan nodded. "By the way, y'all have incredibly s-short generations, sometimes. Absolutely baffles me."
Vixie let that go, filing it away for later. It made her think, that was for sure. It was a bit interesting that she found the same human that had adopted her great grandfather so long ago; humans didn't live long at all so it was a surprise. A happy surprise; for her. Easier this way, maybe. "You... Do a stopping and starting thing when you speak. No one that speaks common in my old den did that?" She asked, half-a-question. "Is it a different type of common?"
Now that did it. Morgan sits up, quickly, and Vixie can see their pupils constrict into little pinpricks. Angry. "I stutter. Sometimes; used to be real bad when I w-was a kid. Now it mostly o-only does it when I'm... Excited. Scared, in pain, aggravated... That k-kinda thing." Morgan said, slower, trying to keep from stuttering.
"So you're still in pain." Vixie offered, matter of factly.
"Nope, just aggravated." Morgan said, keeping theirself from sticking their tongue out at the youngster. "You're not as perceptive as you t-think you are, Fetus." Morgan said, trying to poke back a little bit. Vixie pouted a bit. "A-anyway, h-hows B-bowser doin' anyway? Who is the lucky lady?" Morgan said, grinning. "Or g-gent. Or whatever." Morgan shrugged, and laughed about at the irony of it.
Vixie noted how quickly Morgan changed the conversation, and was sure that they were very much correct about them still being in pain.
Vixie was born smart, and born with the knowledge that she had managed to glean while within her egg. She had managed to stay in that egg quite a long time, listening to the hushed voices. Being young meant nothing to her, but she was still quite inexperienced. That was the difficult that she faced and looked to remedy. "Bowser found my great-grandmother, Alouette, a daughter of Mintaka." She said. "Though not gifted with thought, she has a knack for seeing things very bluntly. It's something he finds charming." She says, nodding. She would not understand him nor feel that way; Bowser was exceptionally gifted mentally, and she hoped to someday make up for the lack of that with wisdom.
Morgan listened, eyes closed. They shifted their legs on the table, one over the other instead. "What made him move in with her? That's not... N-normal for draconics, right?" Morgan had been pretty curious about that.
Silence abounded, for a moment, and Morgan couldn't help but open their eyes a bit to look at Vixie. She looked a little shocked, and then that morphed into a little bit of a conspiratorial facial expression; like a teenager about to gossip. Oh, now that should be interesting, Morgan thought. "S-spit it out, Fetus." Morgan half-goaded. The draconic's facial expression faded to a faint annoyance, and then back to her conspiratorial expression. Her voice was scarcely more than a whisper. "I don't know a whole lot, didn't pry; but you're right, i-it's not normal." She said, curious herself. "Our patriarch was not happy about it, but they seem to have found out... Something or another. Something they are keeping quiet." Morgan watches as she tilts her head slightly to one side, before continuing. "I was hoping You might tell Me." She said, finally.
Now this was interesting, Morgan wasn't sure what Vixie would think that Bowser's old human would know about him that his 'family' didn't already know. "G-got any s-specific questions?" Morgan asked, closing their eyes again. They didn't know a whole lot, but maybe they could help some. Vixie seemed to gather herself a bit, scratching the tip of her wings with a clawed hand. Finally, she began. "I've been thinking a lot about this for a while; I am unsure why Bowser would have been allowed by our patriarch to come there when he has children that live in the clan." She put her hands down closer to her chest, clasped together. "Though I have noticed a few facial similarities between our three clan Makiyan." She said.
That sounded normal though, Morgan thought?
"It makes sense that Bowser and my Grandpa have some similarities. And all Makiyan are relatively similar too... But it's my great great aunt, Alouette's half sister that I've been concerned about."
Morgan wasn't really sure where this was going, and couldn't help but looked a little bit annoyed. "S-spit it out, Fetus." Morgan said. "Gettin' real impatient."
The kitava gave Morgan a side-eye, and Morgan was aware that she was seeing right through it, but accepting it anyway. "They both have an abnormal facial shape; great-grandpa Bowser and auntie Miranda, for makiyan. It's not a common thing, either. They both have... Well, this." At that, she turned her jaw up slightly, and pointed towards a small, but unmistakable freckle. Morgan tilted their head to look up under there. It was a very, very distinctive freckle- or scale, or something. A bit dark, like a cinder.
"How common a-are these?" Morgan asked, momentarily drawn into the mystery.
"They appear to be genetic but not dangerous; all descendants of Mintaka in my clan have them. Exact same place, exact same shape."
Silver: I'm so glad! I really want people to feel like they can 'do stuff' with their sentient pets, and Draconics especially! I'm excited to see what you guys come up with. :3
Jan 17, 2021 17:59:39 GMT -6
Morgan: I like the update overall.
Jan 17, 2021 17:51:56 GMT -6
Morgan: I'm legit so happy now that draconics will basically be able to communicate in draconic instead of being completely unable to communicate from birth unless classically trained or 7+ intelligence. It was so weird to try to do story breedings like that.
Jan 17, 2021 17:51:21 GMT -6
Riku: I hope things work smoothly for you, Jack. <3 // The new update looks awesome.
Jan 17, 2021 10:58:47 GMT -6
Jack: Thanks for sticking with us!
Jan 16, 2021 20:33:33 GMT -6
Jack: So for those of you not on the Discord, I would like to say I'm still around, just not as much. Had to quit my job to watch the kids, opened an Etsy shop, and I'm trying to just keep things rolling through my current bad depression.
Jan 16, 2021 20:33:29 GMT -6
Riku: I am doing well. I also hope everyone else is doing well! <3
Jan 10, 2021 13:32:14 GMT -6
Morgan: I hope everyone is doing well. c:
Jan 9, 2021 15:20:41 GMT -6