“Dragons are actually thought to be a myth in my world. Or extinct. Which I would have agreed with, up until one almost landed on me in the middle of a battle about five years back.”
His voice is a little dry at that as he spreads his hands in a shrug. “I’m afraid I can’t say more than that about them, because I don’t have any idea where it came from, or where it went afterwards, although it did enough damage that I’m not sure I’d ever want to come face to face with it or any of its relatives again. There was a lot of incinerating, that’s for sure.”
The way the stranger spoke of his dragons made Violet smile because it sounded a lot like the ones from home. They were big, didn’t care who was under them when they landed, and they would incinerate anyone that they thought weak or didn’t like. Talking of dragons made Violet miss home which was an odd feeling because who would have thought she missed constantly fighting for her life?
“Sounds like the dragons that I know.” There was a smile in Violet’s voice. “But you tame wyverns? Aren’t they just as deadly as dragons?” From the folklore that Violet was well versed in wyverns were just as deadly as dragons. Or at least that is what the fables tell her.
"They're... different? Much smaller, for one. A little larger than the pegasi and horses the rest of us mounted troops use. But they're also not as temperamental - or so I'm assuming. One's never tried to set me on fire before, at least. They still very much have attitudes, though, but so do my chargers."
"Most of the riders I've known have raised them from hatchlings, too, so they're close. Maybe that makes them quicker to trust and like us?"
He's clearly not one that rode one himself. He's been up on one a few times - his training classes required at least some experience with them, but Sylvain was better at melee fighting, not ranged or magic, so flying mounts were a bad fit for him.
One day she will get right up in his face and check his eyes
Violet listened quietly, taking in all the information the stranger was giving him with a small frown on her face. His world was definitely different then her own because for one…
“You have pegasi as well?” Another creature of myth that Violet knows of but not a whole lot about. They were children fairy tales that she had read at least once but not religiously like she had with the venin and wyvern.
“And you raise the wyvern from the egg? Do their parents or the elders not protect them? We have never seen a hatchling dragon. We didn’t even know what a youngling dragon looked like…” And no one but her and Xaden knew what Andarna really was. Thinking of the small golden dragon made Violet’s chest ache and she couldn’t help but reach out only to be disappointed once again.
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Oh he’s safe then. Ish.
His voice is a little dry at that as he spreads his hands in a shrug. “I’m afraid I can’t say more than that about them, because I don’t have any idea where it came from, or where it went afterwards, although it did enough damage that I’m not sure I’d ever want to come face to face with it or any of its relatives again. There was a lot of incinerating, that’s for sure.”
Until she finds out the truth... some day!
“Sounds like the dragons that I know.” There was a smile in Violet’s voice. “But you tame wyverns? Aren’t they just as deadly as dragons?” From the folklore that Violet was well versed in wyverns were just as deadly as dragons. Or at least that is what the fables tell her.
yeah then he might be more doomed >.>
"Most of the riders I've known have raised them from hatchlings, too, so they're close. Maybe that makes them quicker to trust and like us?"
He's clearly not one that rode one himself. He's been up on one a few times - his training classes required at least some experience with them, but Sylvain was better at melee fighting, not ranged or magic, so flying mounts were a bad fit for him.
One day she will get right up in his face and check his eyes
“You have pegasi as well?” Another creature of myth that Violet knows of but not a whole lot about. They were children fairy tales that she had read at least once but not religiously like she had with the venin and wyvern.
“And you raise the wyvern from the egg? Do their parents or the elders not protect them? We have never seen a hatchling dragon. We didn’t even know what a youngling dragon looked like…” And no one but her and Xaden knew what Andarna really was. Thinking of the small golden dragon made Violet’s chest ache and she couldn’t help but reach out only to be disappointed once again.