Morgan furrowed their brow for a moment. "So, it's like a mole. And you all have them under your jaw? How common are they among all draconics?" Morgan asked, coming up with figures and not quite understanding or coming to a conclusion as of yet. Vixie shook her head, lowering her head a bit. "Other draconics have blemishes like these, but I hope you understand how odd it is to have them in the same place... But all of us." She said, curiously.
It dawned on Morgan, at that point. "And Bowser has... One of these?"
Morgan turned towards Vixie, putting both feet on the floor, and squinting now, placing their glasses back on their face. "This is not usual for draconics, right?" Morgan of course had no idea, but looking at the look on Vixie's face, it was certainly not normal. The implications were quite obvious, though it was always possible that it was an accidental quirk; not the tell-tale phenotypical spot but an accidental separate one.
There was a silent beat, as Vixie started to open her mouth Morgan spoke before she could- "So what?" Morgan leaned back harshly into the couch, arms crossed behind their head, and feet tossed back up onto the table. "You prolly got a coupla crossed sticks in the ole l-l-lo fire pile." Morgan shrugged in place. Vixie tilted her head quietly, watching. "N-not too abnormal in the a-a-animal kingdom, nor a-among people races. Y-you'll live."
Stunned into silence, Vixie was quiet for a moment. "This is not accepted in draconic society; if it was well known... No wonder Mintaka is upset about it." She said. "I was hoping you might be able to discount it but it looks like I was right-"
Morgan shrugged, not a care in the world. "Can't help who you fall in love with- e-ever heard of genetic attraction?" Morgan could ascertain with a quick glance over at Vixie's confused but curious face. "If not for the Westermarck Effect, m-most folks would prolly h-have crossed up wood piles." It wasn't something Morgan really cared about, to be honest. They'd never had to worry about it, no siblings, no family, and of course- being practically ace had it's benefits.
Vixie looked a little defeated at this point. Perhaps because of her society's pressing beliefs. She was, after all, draconic. Not human, and they had different rules, perhaps more morality than Morgan could have expected out of theirself. It was hard to see morality as a purely statute thing whenever one knew as much about science as Morgan did. There were a ton of different possible explanations for these things, and they did happen. It wasn't the end of the world, and it seemed like the draconic clan that had accepted Bowser and that Vixie had come from had tried to 'wrong this right' in some way or another without actually letting the matter out.
Morgan grabbed Vixie by the shoulders, quickly, firmly but gently. "Look, i-it really doesn't matter. The circumstances of your birth do not matter a-and screw what everybody else w-would think. Seems like your clan h-has done a good job a' hiding it a-anyway." Morgan looked directly in the tiny draconic's eyes and then dropped their hands down to their sides.
Morgan didn't look at Vixie, mostly because they knew what the look on her face would be like anyway. "A-anyway, I gotta go to bed." Morgan said, standing up and stretching. "Hair of the dog, first, though." Morgan said, starting to move into the base-floor kitchen, socked balls of the feet making muffled bumps across the wooden floors. Vixie followed, seemingly out of her silent trance. Morgan could hear the four footed gait with all of the claws against the floor, not hard enough to scratch the floor.
Then came the question. "What is hair of the dog?" She managed out, as they entered the kitchen.
"Not for you, fetus. That's what." Morgan managed out, digging around in the fridge. They pulled out a glass, poured a clear liquid into it, then some syrupy clear liquid, a few grates of spices, and then a red liquid that smelled hot before tossing a couple of crushed ice cubes into it and stirring it.
"Smells bad." She said, from her position all the way across the room, nose crinkled.
Morgan dug around in the fridge again, and pulled out a tin of biscuits, opening it up and sniffing it before removing one with their teeth. The milk was probably out of date and that was a shame, but Morgan had other plans. They pulled out a sauce-pan and found the butter, which was fine since it hadn't been opened. Then they melted the butter, and poured in a bit of brown sugar, just a bit. One bacon piece later (thank goodness it was unopened) and a sweet sauce was simmering nicely. Morgan pulled out a chair and sat down with the now completed sauce, sitting their drink on the table while they were at it.
Vixie looked up at Morgan curiously. Morgan handed Vixie one of the cookies. It was a lovely thing, silky looking and somehow still soft, full of dark chocolate chunks and rapsberry swirls. "Here you go, dip it in here." Morgan said, dipping the pan down for her to be able to get to it more easily.
Vixie looked at Morgan curiously, who was now chewing up a bite of their... Whatever these things are. "What is this?" She asks.
"That's a cookie, or biscuit, or w-whatever." It would seem that whatever was in the drink was making Morgan's pain not so bad, Vixie thinks, since they were beginning to stop that... Stuttering thing or whatever. She was astute on this. Was it a potion? Would it be useful to learn how to make one of those?
"Cookie." Vixie murmured, before dipping hers in the sweet and savory smelling liquid that Morgan had heated up. Vixie then brought the dipped cookie into her mouth and took a bite of the side that was saturated in the liquid. Immediately, her eyes opened wide. What is THIS?
Morgan glanced away, trying to hide a chuckle in their throat, but it slips out anyway. "You like it? That's j-just butter, n' brown sugar, and bacon grease. Real good with anythin', best garnish for galabex meat, in m-m-my humble opinion. Good for cookies, too."
Another slight tilt of the draconic's head lead Morgan's eyes straight to that small spot, like a cinder against a flame of the underside of her cheek, just below the barely-broken through the skin spines there. Morgan purposefully ignored it, of course it didn't really matter, but it was certainly a cause for consideration. It would be difficult to ignore how... Sad she was. It was hard for Morgan to truly consider completely abandoning her. Had Morgan ever really noticed Bowser's 'mole' before? They couldn't remember.
Vixie held the cookie to her mouth and took super small tastes now and again, enjoying the taste. "It's sweet!" She exclaimed, drawing Morgan's attention immediately. "We never had anything like this in my old clan." Morgan said, ticking one direction and then the other.
"Knock yourself out, fetus." Morgan said, pushing the cookie tin over to her and placing the pot on the table. At that, they drained the drink they'd made, and put the glass in the sink.
"Knock... What?" Vixie said, but Morgan just smiled and left the room.
Morgan was asleep before they even hit the bed, the nearest bed they could find at this point and not at all the one upstairs. They already felt quite okay from the snack, dinner, and drink. They wished they could have a smoke before bed, but they didn't really want to step outside this late at night. They never really trusted the canyon much, and confusing the youngster with apparently leaving would make for more conversation than Morgan wanted to have.
The morning came fairly quickly, Morgan could smell it on the dusky air. It wasn't bright yet, heck, not even light outside. They left the bedroom and changed into some spare clothes that they had in the house before sneaking past the couch in the living room... It would seem that Vixie had slept there instead of in the main bedroom as Morgan had anticipated. Morgan frowned, and glanced over her worriedly. Morgan shook their head, and then continued out.
Vixie woke up in the early hours of the morning, with stiff muscles from laying curled up on the couch. She stretched out, working the kinks out of her shoulders and hips, shaking her tail out, and then she slipped down onto the floor on all fours. Immediately she took a sniff of the air, and could tell that the human scientist was gone. She found herself a bit disappointed, but did remember the human's words that they would return. She sniffed around the room that Morgan had disappeared to the night before, and then immediately turned back to follow the scent outside. Just outside the front door was the scent of some sort of sweet, vaguely acrid smoke in the air. It was faint, and then gone. Not a natural fire, not one that she had smelled before. Vaguely medicinal...
Morgan found theirself returning to the canyon on the specified date. They had not been planning on doing so originally, but there was something that they figured they should tie up, loose ends perhaps. It certainly was not a temporary lapse into Sentimentality.
Morgan showed up at the house again, with the objects they needed for a trip like this. A weekend trip, they thought. They'd go... Stargazing. That was the idea, anyway. Morgan would teach the young draconic a few things about science equipment care without actually possibly losing any of the more important equipment. Talk about lab safety, all of that stuff. Vixie already had proven that she learned at an accelerated clip, and Morgan knew how to facilitate learning opportunities for those with that amount of cleverness (admittedly more than their own, but wisdom was worth something as well, Morgan knew that from past experience).
They stepped up to the front steps of the mansion, and then battled theirself a bit on whether or not they should smoke now, or sneak out at some other point to do it- soon enough, their decision was made for them, with Vixie practically rushing out of the front door.
Morgan frowned. Later then, later. Morgan didn't smoke on top of other living beings ever. "Yup." Morgan said, hauling both their backpack and of course wearing their coat. If it had been allowed, Morgan would have brought Nico on the trip; but alas, it was frowned upon apparently to take your pets to the canyon. Ah well, right? They glanced out over the evening sunlight filtering through the canyons. They didn't have long to prepare.
"You 'ent got anything goin' on tonight, right?" Morgan asked. "No plans?" Of course not, the young draconic was only three weeks old. Then again, Morgan didn't judge; and Bowser had been scarcely an adult when he created himself a family... And that wasn't all that long ago, only a few years. Draconics had a different growth rate than people it would seem.
Vixie shook her head, seemingly excited- but Morgan could see the relief in her eyes. 'Gotcha'. Morgan thought. 'Can't hide anything from me, far too young to have the wisdom to do that.' It felt good to 'outwitt' such an intelligent being, even if they were young.
Morgan stepped up into the house. Dinner first, they thought. They'd foregone breakfast and lunch actually, not that they would mention that. They'd actually been nervous this morning- sure they had passed their final the other day, but they had just come from a job interview. Morgan was practically still shaking. They'd gotten the call, but their hours would be decided this month.
'Don't think about it.' Morgan commanded theirself. 'Just don't think about it.' They knew they had the weekend to theirself, at the very least. Sucked that they were gonna have to spend it doing whatever this is. Stepping into the main hall, with four sets of clinking claws behind them, they remembered something; suddenly. "You haven't been sleeping on the couch this entire week, have you?" Morgan asked, casting a false glare over the couches.
"...Yes?" Vixie said. Morgan could practically hear her hands wringing, even without looking at her, just through her voice.
Morgan sighed, and shook their head once. "Vixie, I'll show you the master bedroom later... If you're gonna be staying here, you might as well have the ritz." Morgan moved over to the small first floor kitchen, and grinned. Now that's the stuff; looks like there had been a nice restock in here recently! It would be worth it, if they were going to start spending some of the off days out here more commonly... Morgan stopped abruptly. When had they decided to start coming out here regularly and all?
Vixie seemed to nod, and already Morgan could hear her gait relax behind them. Morgan was anything if not very observant; it came with the territory of what had happened to them when they were younger, after all. Circumstances were a very good motivator for learning new skills. Morgan began digging in the fridge once again, having pulled a glass down for theirself.
Vixie had noted the near lack of stuttering; when it was done it was very light, almost like a pause. She had done some studying on this 'stuttering' thing. It was apparently a thing caused by how brains were -for lack of a better term- 'wired' sometimes. Genes. Genetic. They wondered if Morgan's parents stuttered, or maybe just one of them. They had figured that this lack of stuttering, or light stutter instead of the heavier one from the other day, might have been from the healing of the injury that had been sustained. However, Morgan was about to make the 'hair of the dog' again; that potion from last time?
Vixie found theirself equally curious and nervous; was Morgan hurt still? "You are making the 'hair of the dog' potion again." She said, trying (and failing) not to sound accusatory.
"I'm making the- what? O-oh no it's not a potion!" Morgan said, trying not to snicker, but a chuckle tumbled out anyway.
Vixie was pretty confused, in all honesty, but she looked at Morgan with a slightly tilted head, and green eyes asking more than the expression on her face.
Morgan noted the silence and glanced back, bottle of a darker liquid in their hand, this time. Oh, so they were going to have to answer this one. Morgan's off hand floated to their face and they pinched their nose, crinkling it at the same time. "Okay, so I was hoping to a-avoid this one with you." Morgan said. "This stuff- this stuff is alcohol. Don't go snooping around in the glasses in the fridge." Morgan said.
"What is it? It stinks." Vixie said. She was probably more confused than she already was. "Is it poison?"
"Yes." Morgan said straight away. Whenever the draconic looked shocked and surprised, Morgan realized that though true, it would do more harm than good to leave it at that.
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