Laying coiled up on her bed in her room, the gold dragon clutched the creepy doll she'd been given tightly, and peered at the book her mother had given her, now just what to write.
Picking up a pen with her tail, just like her mother taught her, she started scrawling on one of the blank pages.
Dear journal, last night was the first time I had been to the Inn since well, I had been a hatchling. It turned out to be quite an interesting night.
First off, there was this thing called tag n draw, everyone it seemed were signing eachother, perhaps I was a little intimidated because, well, my writing isn't the greatest.
I then met a young black named Vutha, I learned my mother Icer took him in, though he did say he was adopted by another, I wonder who he means?
We rested by the hearth until the Nexus stole him and he did not return, I had to say I was a bit disappointed, but then after awhile the tender Risa shook the marker box in my direction.
I had to at least go look..., so many different colors, the intimidation returned, and I gave up on tag n draw, until Risa asked if she could sign one of my scales.
I allowed it, now I have written in pink, Risa Jones, with a little heart, I couldn't bear to wash it off, so I removed the scale, it was a loose one anyways.
Not long afterwards, Risa left, and I moved to try and make a few friends, mother shielded me in the lair and it proved a little difficult, though a pretty witch that I approached gave me scritches.
It was actually soothing, and I remained by her side, even when the warrior approached, he was asking me about battle, but I declined, we are a peaceful family of dragons. He understood, though to me he seemed a little disappointed.
Soon the Nexus took the witch an I, it returned only me, I had wandered back to seek the heat of the hearth, and had drifted to sleep for only a minute, when I opened my eye to see something red and fuzzy falling.
That was definately new, along with a marriage proposal from a creepy doll, I'm not sure just which was stranger.
The fuzzy red thing kept trying to get this woman, though I don't know her name, and the doll, well, it seems I was given a gift, but he hasn't said a word since.
Still, the creepy doll is the first gift I ever received, from someone other than my mother and father, and maybe it'll keep the little ones out of my room.
Picking up a pen with her tail, just like her mother taught her, she started scrawling on one of the blank pages.
Dear journal, last night was the first time I had been to the Inn since well, I had been a hatchling. It turned out to be quite an interesting night.
First off, there was this thing called tag n draw, everyone it seemed were signing eachother, perhaps I was a little intimidated because, well, my writing isn't the greatest.
I then met a young black named Vutha, I learned my mother Icer took him in, though he did say he was adopted by another, I wonder who he means?
We rested by the hearth until the Nexus stole him and he did not return, I had to say I was a bit disappointed, but then after awhile the tender Risa shook the marker box in my direction.
I had to at least go look..., so many different colors, the intimidation returned, and I gave up on tag n draw, until Risa asked if she could sign one of my scales.
I allowed it, now I have written in pink, Risa Jones, with a little heart, I couldn't bear to wash it off, so I removed the scale, it was a loose one anyways.
Not long afterwards, Risa left, and I moved to try and make a few friends, mother shielded me in the lair and it proved a little difficult, though a pretty witch that I approached gave me scritches.
It was actually soothing, and I remained by her side, even when the warrior approached, he was asking me about battle, but I declined, we are a peaceful family of dragons. He understood, though to me he seemed a little disappointed.
Soon the Nexus took the witch an I, it returned only me, I had wandered back to seek the heat of the hearth, and had drifted to sleep for only a minute, when I opened my eye to see something red and fuzzy falling.
That was definately new, along with a marriage proposal from a creepy doll, I'm not sure just which was stranger.
The fuzzy red thing kept trying to get this woman, though I don't know her name, and the doll, well, it seems I was given a gift, but he hasn't said a word since.
Still, the creepy doll is the first gift I ever received, from someone other than my mother and father, and maybe it'll keep the little ones out of my room.