Winter, 1285
“Did you hear about what Lord Haight did this time?” The deliveryman said to his merchant as he helped move a shipment to the storehouse.
"No?"
“They said he sold off his claims to the Overmountain lands-and then divided the gold among his serfs!”
“Really? What a weirdo.” The merchant scoffed. “It’s like that time that he went around saying that the Guesters weren’t too bad.”
The deliveryman hmphed. “Lord Haight hasn’t been quite the same since he came back from the Wabash. Now all he does is stay in his manor and drink and come up with strange ideas. Maybe he should have died with King Sebastian and the others-would have made things more straightforward.”
“Nah. When Lord Stafford was killed, look at all the trouble it caused the Piedmont: Lords Fairfax and Colfax slaughtering and sacking each other from Redlands to the River Triangle. We don’t need any of that. Let our lord drink and play his games, as long as things don’t go to hell for the rest of us.”
“Did you hear that Lord Haight also has a pet dragon now?”
The merchant stopped what he was doing to stare at his subordinate. “What? Really?”
“Yah, last Spring Festival he came across a dragon whelp that some guys from Brekshire were selling at Yorkshire Fair and bought it-but get this, he didn’t sacrifice it!"
"What did he do instead?"
"He kept it as a pet!”
“Really? That seems to be a waste of a fortune!”
The deliveryman shrugged. “His money.” With the shipment completed, the driver handed over a parchment to sign. “He nursed it back to health, and supposedly is letting it run around his castle.”
“That man has lost his mind.” The merchant shook his head as he signed the receipt. “What would Lord Haight want to do with a dragon?”
***
It was the morning after an early winter storm and the little dragon was busy playing in the freshly fallen snow, running through the drifts and diving into deep banks. Lord Nigel Haight quietly watched nearby, occasionally sipping from the canteen he always had with him.
A willowy figure appeared behind him, brushing her dark hair from her face. She quietly leaned over and gave Lord Haight a kiss on his neck.
“What are you doing honey?”
“Just watching the little dragon play. It’s relaxing.”
Lady Jane made an amused little chuckle.
“It is a cute little thing for sure, and I’m glad that you can enjoy watching it play, but I still don’t know why you bought it and brought it back here, Nigel.“
Lord Haight shrugged.
“I felt sorry for the dragon. The traders were poor businessmen and had beaten it so much it was worthless for the ceremonies, yet it stood proud and defiant. They would have slit its throat right there if I didn’t step in.”
Lady Jane was quiet for a long time, before hugging her husband. “I always loved your kindness, Jonathan, but this still seems a bit more than usual. You saved that little wyrm, but you also took it back here, took care of it, helped it recover. It’s been four months. And now you’re treating it as a pet.”
“Perhaps it is. When I first saw the little thing, it looked so sad and angry at the World, but after I rescued the dragon, it still licked my hand and fell asleep on my shoulder. These creatures are intelligent, Lady Jane, and I wanted this one to have a chance. It had lost everyone and everything and was hurt and sad and lonely. It reminded me of myself on the Banks of the Wabash.”
Lord Haight broke from his wife’s grasp and sat down, awkwardly swishing the canteen a little in his hand.
“Perhaps saving this little creature could in a way, save me a little as well.”
Lady Jane leaned down beside her husband.
“I understand, Jonathan. Very well, we’ll make this dragon a member of our family.”
The lady rested her head on her husband's shoulder. “What shall we name him?”
“I’m open to ideas.”
Lady Jane laughed. “There’s a small humorous little book I was reading a while back about a dragon and a dragonslayer running around tricking gullible people out of money. I think the dragon’s name was Draco.”
“Draco.” Jonathan laughed. “Just another word for dragon.”
“Indeed. But naming him after the ancient language can be a bit classy, no?”
The Lord Haight laughed again. “That would be a fine name.”
“Glad it works.”
***
The newly named Draco was now busy tumbling around in the snow when Lady Jane boldly walked over and called to him.
“Little dragon, come over here.”
Turning to look at his rescuer’s mate, Draco stopped at an awkward position, about to make another head-over-tail roll. Instead he tumbled to a halt. The wyrm didn’t quite know what the human female was saying, but her body language-leaning down, extending her hand out to him- told the dragon that she was interested in meeting. After a brief pause, Draco scrambled over to the lady of the house,
Lady Jane was greatly amused by the wyrm coming at her beck and call and leaned down and gave Draco a rub on his chin.
“We’re going to name you Draco, little dragon. Would you like that?"
Draco greatly enjoyed the message on his cheek and cooed in response. The human seemed to like that.
“We’re going keep you here for a while, give you a nice little home here. You’ll be free to run around. To be happy, I hope.”
Not quite hearing the Lady, the little dragon melted in her ministrations, rumbling in contentment.
“You are now a member of the Haights of Pometia, Draco. How do you like that?” She gave the little wyrm a warm rub on his cheeks. Then she stopped and looked deeply into Draco’s eyes.
“In exchange, please be good to my husband. He’s been through a lot.”
Though he did not understand, Draco chirped.
Lady Jane seemed satisfied by that response, hugging him tightly.
“Thank you.”
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“Did you hear about what Lord Haight did this time?” The deliveryman said to his merchant as he helped move a shipment to the storehouse.
"No?"
“They said he sold off his claims to the Overmountain lands-and then divided the gold among his serfs!”
“Really? What a weirdo.” The merchant scoffed. “It’s like that time that he went around saying that the Guesters weren’t too bad.”
The deliveryman hmphed. “Lord Haight hasn’t been quite the same since he came back from the Wabash. Now all he does is stay in his manor and drink and come up with strange ideas. Maybe he should have died with King Sebastian and the others-would have made things more straightforward.”
“Nah. When Lord Stafford was killed, look at all the trouble it caused the Piedmont: Lords Fairfax and Colfax slaughtering and sacking each other from Redlands to the River Triangle. We don’t need any of that. Let our lord drink and play his games, as long as things don’t go to hell for the rest of us.”
“Did you hear that Lord Haight also has a pet dragon now?”
The merchant stopped what he was doing to stare at his subordinate. “What? Really?”
“Yah, last Spring Festival he came across a dragon whelp that some guys from Brekshire were selling at Yorkshire Fair and bought it-but get this, he didn’t sacrifice it!"
"What did he do instead?"
"He kept it as a pet!”
“Really? That seems to be a waste of a fortune!”
The deliveryman shrugged. “His money.” With the shipment completed, the driver handed over a parchment to sign. “He nursed it back to health, and supposedly is letting it run around his castle.”
“That man has lost his mind.” The merchant shook his head as he signed the receipt. “What would Lord Haight want to do with a dragon?”
***
It was the morning after an early winter storm and the little dragon was busy playing in the freshly fallen snow, running through the drifts and diving into deep banks. Lord Nigel Haight quietly watched nearby, occasionally sipping from the canteen he always had with him.
A willowy figure appeared behind him, brushing her dark hair from her face. She quietly leaned over and gave Lord Haight a kiss on his neck.
“What are you doing honey?”
“Just watching the little dragon play. It’s relaxing.”
Lady Jane made an amused little chuckle.
“It is a cute little thing for sure, and I’m glad that you can enjoy watching it play, but I still don’t know why you bought it and brought it back here, Nigel.“
Lord Haight shrugged.
“I felt sorry for the dragon. The traders were poor businessmen and had beaten it so much it was worthless for the ceremonies, yet it stood proud and defiant. They would have slit its throat right there if I didn’t step in.”
Lady Jane was quiet for a long time, before hugging her husband. “I always loved your kindness, Jonathan, but this still seems a bit more than usual. You saved that little wyrm, but you also took it back here, took care of it, helped it recover. It’s been four months. And now you’re treating it as a pet.”
“Perhaps it is. When I first saw the little thing, it looked so sad and angry at the World, but after I rescued the dragon, it still licked my hand and fell asleep on my shoulder. These creatures are intelligent, Lady Jane, and I wanted this one to have a chance. It had lost everyone and everything and was hurt and sad and lonely. It reminded me of myself on the Banks of the Wabash.”
Lord Haight broke from his wife’s grasp and sat down, awkwardly swishing the canteen a little in his hand.
“Perhaps saving this little creature could in a way, save me a little as well.”
Lady Jane leaned down beside her husband.
“I understand, Jonathan. Very well, we’ll make this dragon a member of our family.”
The lady rested her head on her husband's shoulder. “What shall we name him?”
“I’m open to ideas.”
Lady Jane laughed. “There’s a small humorous little book I was reading a while back about a dragon and a dragonslayer running around tricking gullible people out of money. I think the dragon’s name was Draco.”
“Draco.” Jonathan laughed. “Just another word for dragon.”
“Indeed. But naming him after the ancient language can be a bit classy, no?”
The Lord Haight laughed again. “That would be a fine name.”
“Glad it works.”
***
The newly named Draco was now busy tumbling around in the snow when Lady Jane boldly walked over and called to him.
“Little dragon, come over here.”
Turning to look at his rescuer’s mate, Draco stopped at an awkward position, about to make another head-over-tail roll. Instead he tumbled to a halt. The wyrm didn’t quite know what the human female was saying, but her body language-leaning down, extending her hand out to him- told the dragon that she was interested in meeting. After a brief pause, Draco scrambled over to the lady of the house,
Lady Jane was greatly amused by the wyrm coming at her beck and call and leaned down and gave Draco a rub on his chin.
“We’re going to name you Draco, little dragon. Would you like that?"
Draco greatly enjoyed the message on his cheek and cooed in response. The human seemed to like that.
“We’re going keep you here for a while, give you a nice little home here. You’ll be free to run around. To be happy, I hope.”
Not quite hearing the Lady, the little dragon melted in her ministrations, rumbling in contentment.
“You are now a member of the Haights of Pometia, Draco. How do you like that?” She gave the little wyrm a warm rub on his cheeks. Then she stopped and looked deeply into Draco’s eyes.
“In exchange, please be good to my husband. He’s been through a lot.”
Though he did not understand, Draco chirped.
Lady Jane seemed satisfied by that response, hugging him tightly.
“Thank you.”
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Category Artwork (Traditional) / Fantasy
Species Western Dragon
Gender Male
Size 1280 x 1069px
It is exceptionally kind of Lord Height to give Draco the chance to live. I remember reading how he raised and eventually released him, but now I see what moved him to adopt the dragon into his family in the first place. I imagine that Merah adopted his name later on to give a better impression of himself to others of his kind?
Thanks! Yah Meratezatgh is a name he takes up after returning back to the Wilds. It's basically a nicer variation of "The Feral" name that other dragons gave him.
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