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Another few pages of Rayne and Magnus, this time we have some humor in the beginning which I had a laugh writing.
Magnus, Rayne and all else belong to me.
~Angel~
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Chapter 3: The Dragon's Answer
The trudging entrance of the dragon was what jogged her awake, his very large foot steps jarring even from yesterday's events. She shot up off of the hay, damp and cold and quickly standing up as he approached. His black mane fell in his face as he focused down on her, eyes examining her closely.
“I see not every mortal sleeps their lives away,” he stated with a sort of friendly tone. Rayne bowed a little to him, pulling her hair back and running her fingers through it several times. With speed Magnus didn't realize mortals could achieve, her hair was braided and out of her way. He looked genuinely impressed as she whipped it behind her, before he turned his head round and moved a step or two over. There was a pile of small fruits and berries waiting from what looked to once be a market cart. He had obviously snagged this from some poor traveling merchant or farmer. Rayne felt a twinge of guilt, but her stomach growled.
And then something else twinged. Her bladder protested, she needed to relieve herself, but how was she supposed to ask the giant dragon where she should pee?
Magnus looked pleased at the fruit, then down to her and her nervous expression. His pleased demeanor vanished as he regarded his little mortal with annoyance.
“Does this not please such an educated mortal as yourself?” he asked in a grumble.
“Its not that...its...” she trailed off. “I...have to...pee...”
Magnus looked at her with a sort of shocked but amused expression.
“Is there somewhere in the cave I can...?”
“What?! Urinate in the cave?!” Magnus bellowed . “I don't know about you little mortals and your disgusting ways but I pee outside like a civilized dragon!”
“Well I can't get out of the cave without your help—Master,” she stated loudly, adding the title on quickly after she realized she had snapped at him. Magnus snorted through his nose, walking close to her on all fours and holding his claw out for her to climb in. Rayne looked a little worried, but slowly clambered into the pads of her new teacher and let him carry her towards the now bright entrance.
The day had begun, little drops of dew jewels shimmered as birds chimed and sang aloud.
Well, until Magnus took a leap from the cave entrance and landed heavily on the prairie before his mountainous lair. The birds shot off in all directions and Rayne was clinging to his wrist to stay inside his claw on the way down.
“This REALLY is a time waster,” he complained as he flipped his paw over and let her hit the ground with far less power and impression. She stood off her rump, before beginning to trot towards the trees. “Where are you going?”
“To PEE! I won't do it in front of you!” Rayne called out loudly as her little form disappeared in the foliage.
“Come now! I've never seen a mortal pee—well voluntarily! I need to educate myself!” he stated loudly, smiling despite himself. It was true, he'd only seen mortals piss themselves when his teeth were exposed. He wondered if they lifted their legs, or squatted? “HAHA~!” he let out a hearty laugh, and those brave birds that hadn't left before flapped out of the trees quickly.
Rayne came back a short time later and found her teacher lumbering on his side and turned from her, humming to himself as he watched his tail blade carve out lines in the rocky mountainside.
“152 seconds wasted,” he announced in a chipper tone as he stood up on his four clawed feet again. “I was counting.”
Rayne bit back her snide remark, bowing her head slightly. Magnus's brow raised, he was expecting something else besides a courteous bow. He shrugged, before sliding his claw around her and flat out picking her up that way. He jumped up into his lair with some effort, one claw pulling up his weight was harder than having two to do the job. Large scratches were left along the outside, but they just seemed to blend in with the others.
Rayne was just happy she wasn't accidentally squeezed at this point, wiggling free of his grip and walking towards the fruit breakfast eagerly. She had been hungry last night, but it seemed a bad idea to ask the dragon for the food early.
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“And who was the first to lay down the scroll and scribe the word of the Dragon?” Magnus shot the question at Rayne without even stalling to take a breath from the last set of questions and pointing his claw at her.
“Etheros, the Scribe of the Word,” Rayne answered, “White dragon with white horns and a silver mane.”
Rayne sat on a former stalagmite, its large pointed top had been worn down a long time ago to a mostly flattened surface about the height of a normal table. She was determined to pass his test, for he had agreed earlier if she did get all the answers right, she would be able to ask him any question she wished.
“And who was his—second pupil?” he asked with a small grin, thinking he'd finally stumped her.
“Bla—” She stuttered, he knew she had trouble staying her name, he had been trying to get her to say it right for two hours this morning. “Blan-cesia? The mate of Etheros the Scribe of the Word and THIRD Keeper of the Word.”
“Then who was the first?” Magnus narrowed his eyes at her but there was some excitement in his voice. She had been paying far too close attention to his morning history lesson upon the Word of Dragons, and she was taking it all in even after six hours of teaching, and two hours of questioning.
“Etheros, he just like the title the Scribe better than the First Keeper of the Word,” Rayne responded.
“Damn,” his paw slammed down on the ground , but there was some hint of a smile on his muzzle. “You pass, you have learned about the first Scribes and their kin very quickly. Go on, ask your question before I change my mind.”
She resisted the urge to spit her tongue out at him, knowing full well she had won and he wouldn't change his mind. His word was his bond as he stated before. There were so many questions buzzing inside her brain it was hard to focus on one, but after thinking for a few quiet moments she decided.
“How old are you? In mortal years if there's a difference?” she asked, looking up at him with wide eyed innocence. Magnus smiled widely, age to a dragon meant more power, more knowledge and therefore age was something prized upon.
“I am 673 years old, in your years,” he replied as he sat back on his haunches and shook the cavern. “I have seen the birth and death of your old Gods, seen empires and societies crumble, and killed many of those so called knights and dragon slayers who threatened my life over the years. I have done and learned far more than you can comprehend, little mortal. Does this answer your question?”
“In more ways than one,” she responded, nodding appreciatively. “Thank you, Master Magnus.”
He bowed his head once before falling forward on his front feet again and beginning to lumber out towards the entrance of the cave. Rayne frowned and scooted off of her seat before trotting quickly to follow him.
“Master?!” she called out. “Where are you going?!”
“I desire...some dinner,” he responded, “I will be back. This would be a good time to write in your precious little book if you can remember it all.”
He was taunting her, again. She gave his leaving form an unamused look, but decided it probably was a good time to write all that history down somewhere. When she headed back home she would have to make several other journals to bring back here with her. She just hoped there was enough hide at the butcher's to make more pages...
She wandered to her little alcove of hay and her satchel. The water stopped dripping and it seemed relatively dry now. She looked around the empty cavern save the fruit and berry cart nearby which was now empty, apparently the dragon had a thing for sweet fruit.
She had a thought, with the cart empty she could use it to keep her off of the damp ground. She walked over to the cart, it coming up to about her chest and the empty bed and all four wheels seemed present and accounted for. She got behind it as best she could and wheeled it across the uneven rocky surface, parking it next to the pile of hay and scooping what she could into it. With some strength she wiggled the cart into the alcove and stepped back to look at her work.
It would work, she just hoped it wouldn't roll off with her in the middle of the night. Maybe she could ask her teacher to take off the wheels once he was satiated with food.
She lifted herself up onto the cart with her satchel in hand, pulling out the journal and a thin piece of compressed charcoal she had made herself. It was nice to lean against the cart wall's edge as she scribbled, wrote and documented what she remembered in a feverish haze of accomplishment. Not only was she able to document her interactions with a talking dragon, she was learning his history, his ancestor's history, his culture's history!
Her hand started to hurt from all the writing and sketching, which just made her grin more. She couldn't stop now, not until she put down every detail, every single word he had said and she had learned.
She yawned, feeling the sudden rush of fatigue take her over and with her new comfortable bed situation, it was almost a chore to stay awake. Just a few...more...words...left...
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He came back in after finding a few fattened cows from a farmer's field, deliciously fat ones. He was grinning ear to ear, and had completely forgotten about his pupil woes for the day. He was Magnus the Keeper, no attachments or cares besides protecting and keeping the written history of his kind, well, a portion of it anyway.
He landed on the edge of the cavern after the sun had set, scraping his claws to keep from falling back out. The scent was what hit him first, what was that? He sniffed the air heavily and then the flash of the day came back. His body slumped, his mortal pupil problem came flooding back. He still had six days before she would leave and he could have his home to himself again. Curse him making a deal with a mortal who was obviously somewhat intelligent...
And completely unconscious. Was she sleeping in the cart?
Her journal in her paws, her chin resting on her chest, was his zonked out pupil. Obviously all the new knowledge seemed to be too much for her...such fragile little creatures. She let out a little whine, Magnus frowning like she had heard him thinking. No, she was shivering slightly, tired but trying to wake up to warm up he guessed. Damn it all...
He stepped along normally, the shaking didn't seem to disturb her dozing and walked into a sort of closet of a cavern where he put things he collected from passing merchants and dragon slayers and the like. He sifted through a dozen upside down carriages and carts, and finally found something that could have been a blanket...or a curtain...he didn't really know which since he didn't use them.
His steps were slightly lighter on the way back to Rayne, sneaking up on her seemed easier then waking her to give it up. Besides if she woke up she might try to ask if they could have a chat and he really didn't want to have to answer more questions. With careful precision, he set the large piece of fabric over most of her, draping the left over off the edge of the cart she was leaning on. He nodded once with a proud grin, before he blew out the torch above her alcove and doused her in the small amount of darkness he could.
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Another few pages of Rayne and Magnus, this time we have some humor in the beginning which I had a laugh writing.
Magnus, Rayne and all else belong to me.
~Angel~
__________________________________________________________________
Chapter 3: The Dragon's Answer
The trudging entrance of the dragon was what jogged her awake, his very large foot steps jarring even from yesterday's events. She shot up off of the hay, damp and cold and quickly standing up as he approached. His black mane fell in his face as he focused down on her, eyes examining her closely.
“I see not every mortal sleeps their lives away,” he stated with a sort of friendly tone. Rayne bowed a little to him, pulling her hair back and running her fingers through it several times. With speed Magnus didn't realize mortals could achieve, her hair was braided and out of her way. He looked genuinely impressed as she whipped it behind her, before he turned his head round and moved a step or two over. There was a pile of small fruits and berries waiting from what looked to once be a market cart. He had obviously snagged this from some poor traveling merchant or farmer. Rayne felt a twinge of guilt, but her stomach growled.
And then something else twinged. Her bladder protested, she needed to relieve herself, but how was she supposed to ask the giant dragon where she should pee?
Magnus looked pleased at the fruit, then down to her and her nervous expression. His pleased demeanor vanished as he regarded his little mortal with annoyance.
“Does this not please such an educated mortal as yourself?” he asked in a grumble.
“Its not that...its...” she trailed off. “I...have to...pee...”
Magnus looked at her with a sort of shocked but amused expression.
“Is there somewhere in the cave I can...?”
“What?! Urinate in the cave?!” Magnus bellowed . “I don't know about you little mortals and your disgusting ways but I pee outside like a civilized dragon!”
“Well I can't get out of the cave without your help—Master,” she stated loudly, adding the title on quickly after she realized she had snapped at him. Magnus snorted through his nose, walking close to her on all fours and holding his claw out for her to climb in. Rayne looked a little worried, but slowly clambered into the pads of her new teacher and let him carry her towards the now bright entrance.
The day had begun, little drops of dew jewels shimmered as birds chimed and sang aloud.
Well, until Magnus took a leap from the cave entrance and landed heavily on the prairie before his mountainous lair. The birds shot off in all directions and Rayne was clinging to his wrist to stay inside his claw on the way down.
“This REALLY is a time waster,” he complained as he flipped his paw over and let her hit the ground with far less power and impression. She stood off her rump, before beginning to trot towards the trees. “Where are you going?”
“To PEE! I won't do it in front of you!” Rayne called out loudly as her little form disappeared in the foliage.
“Come now! I've never seen a mortal pee—well voluntarily! I need to educate myself!” he stated loudly, smiling despite himself. It was true, he'd only seen mortals piss themselves when his teeth were exposed. He wondered if they lifted their legs, or squatted? “HAHA~!” he let out a hearty laugh, and those brave birds that hadn't left before flapped out of the trees quickly.
Rayne came back a short time later and found her teacher lumbering on his side and turned from her, humming to himself as he watched his tail blade carve out lines in the rocky mountainside.
“152 seconds wasted,” he announced in a chipper tone as he stood up on his four clawed feet again. “I was counting.”
Rayne bit back her snide remark, bowing her head slightly. Magnus's brow raised, he was expecting something else besides a courteous bow. He shrugged, before sliding his claw around her and flat out picking her up that way. He jumped up into his lair with some effort, one claw pulling up his weight was harder than having two to do the job. Large scratches were left along the outside, but they just seemed to blend in with the others.
Rayne was just happy she wasn't accidentally squeezed at this point, wiggling free of his grip and walking towards the fruit breakfast eagerly. She had been hungry last night, but it seemed a bad idea to ask the dragon for the food early.
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“And who was the first to lay down the scroll and scribe the word of the Dragon?” Magnus shot the question at Rayne without even stalling to take a breath from the last set of questions and pointing his claw at her.
“Etheros, the Scribe of the Word,” Rayne answered, “White dragon with white horns and a silver mane.”
Rayne sat on a former stalagmite, its large pointed top had been worn down a long time ago to a mostly flattened surface about the height of a normal table. She was determined to pass his test, for he had agreed earlier if she did get all the answers right, she would be able to ask him any question she wished.
“And who was his—second pupil?” he asked with a small grin, thinking he'd finally stumped her.
“Bla—” She stuttered, he knew she had trouble staying her name, he had been trying to get her to say it right for two hours this morning. “Blan-cesia? The mate of Etheros the Scribe of the Word and THIRD Keeper of the Word.”
“Then who was the first?” Magnus narrowed his eyes at her but there was some excitement in his voice. She had been paying far too close attention to his morning history lesson upon the Word of Dragons, and she was taking it all in even after six hours of teaching, and two hours of questioning.
“Etheros, he just like the title the Scribe better than the First Keeper of the Word,” Rayne responded.
“Damn,” his paw slammed down on the ground , but there was some hint of a smile on his muzzle. “You pass, you have learned about the first Scribes and their kin very quickly. Go on, ask your question before I change my mind.”
She resisted the urge to spit her tongue out at him, knowing full well she had won and he wouldn't change his mind. His word was his bond as he stated before. There were so many questions buzzing inside her brain it was hard to focus on one, but after thinking for a few quiet moments she decided.
“How old are you? In mortal years if there's a difference?” she asked, looking up at him with wide eyed innocence. Magnus smiled widely, age to a dragon meant more power, more knowledge and therefore age was something prized upon.
“I am 673 years old, in your years,” he replied as he sat back on his haunches and shook the cavern. “I have seen the birth and death of your old Gods, seen empires and societies crumble, and killed many of those so called knights and dragon slayers who threatened my life over the years. I have done and learned far more than you can comprehend, little mortal. Does this answer your question?”
“In more ways than one,” she responded, nodding appreciatively. “Thank you, Master Magnus.”
He bowed his head once before falling forward on his front feet again and beginning to lumber out towards the entrance of the cave. Rayne frowned and scooted off of her seat before trotting quickly to follow him.
“Master?!” she called out. “Where are you going?!”
“I desire...some dinner,” he responded, “I will be back. This would be a good time to write in your precious little book if you can remember it all.”
He was taunting her, again. She gave his leaving form an unamused look, but decided it probably was a good time to write all that history down somewhere. When she headed back home she would have to make several other journals to bring back here with her. She just hoped there was enough hide at the butcher's to make more pages...
She wandered to her little alcove of hay and her satchel. The water stopped dripping and it seemed relatively dry now. She looked around the empty cavern save the fruit and berry cart nearby which was now empty, apparently the dragon had a thing for sweet fruit.
She had a thought, with the cart empty she could use it to keep her off of the damp ground. She walked over to the cart, it coming up to about her chest and the empty bed and all four wheels seemed present and accounted for. She got behind it as best she could and wheeled it across the uneven rocky surface, parking it next to the pile of hay and scooping what she could into it. With some strength she wiggled the cart into the alcove and stepped back to look at her work.
It would work, she just hoped it wouldn't roll off with her in the middle of the night. Maybe she could ask her teacher to take off the wheels once he was satiated with food.
She lifted herself up onto the cart with her satchel in hand, pulling out the journal and a thin piece of compressed charcoal she had made herself. It was nice to lean against the cart wall's edge as she scribbled, wrote and documented what she remembered in a feverish haze of accomplishment. Not only was she able to document her interactions with a talking dragon, she was learning his history, his ancestor's history, his culture's history!
Her hand started to hurt from all the writing and sketching, which just made her grin more. She couldn't stop now, not until she put down every detail, every single word he had said and she had learned.
She yawned, feeling the sudden rush of fatigue take her over and with her new comfortable bed situation, it was almost a chore to stay awake. Just a few...more...words...left...
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He came back in after finding a few fattened cows from a farmer's field, deliciously fat ones. He was grinning ear to ear, and had completely forgotten about his pupil woes for the day. He was Magnus the Keeper, no attachments or cares besides protecting and keeping the written history of his kind, well, a portion of it anyway.
He landed on the edge of the cavern after the sun had set, scraping his claws to keep from falling back out. The scent was what hit him first, what was that? He sniffed the air heavily and then the flash of the day came back. His body slumped, his mortal pupil problem came flooding back. He still had six days before she would leave and he could have his home to himself again. Curse him making a deal with a mortal who was obviously somewhat intelligent...
And completely unconscious. Was she sleeping in the cart?
Her journal in her paws, her chin resting on her chest, was his zonked out pupil. Obviously all the new knowledge seemed to be too much for her...such fragile little creatures. She let out a little whine, Magnus frowning like she had heard him thinking. No, she was shivering slightly, tired but trying to wake up to warm up he guessed. Damn it all...
He stepped along normally, the shaking didn't seem to disturb her dozing and walked into a sort of closet of a cavern where he put things he collected from passing merchants and dragon slayers and the like. He sifted through a dozen upside down carriages and carts, and finally found something that could have been a blanket...or a curtain...he didn't really know which since he didn't use them.
His steps were slightly lighter on the way back to Rayne, sneaking up on her seemed easier then waking her to give it up. Besides if she woke up she might try to ask if they could have a chat and he really didn't want to have to answer more questions. With careful precision, he set the large piece of fabric over most of her, draping the left over off the edge of the cart she was leaning on. He nodded once with a proud grin, before he blew out the torch above her alcove and doused her in the small amount of darkness he could.
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Category Story / Fantasy
Species Dragon (Other)
Gender Female
Size 120 x 120px
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yay ^~^
she really got good memory to keep that in her mind after a long sesson like that and writing it down
she really got good memory to keep that in her mind after a long sesson like that and writing it down
She does, and it doesn't help she's overly determined haha,
~Angel~
~Angel~
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