The Journey, chapt 21 = previous chapter
Chapter 22: Growing
‘Your hair colour?’ Elqiana asked quizzically.
“Ginger, my hair colour is ginger.” Tara replied with a smile.
‘No, it’s more like fire red’ Came a grumble from the dragon that resembled a laugh.
Several months had passed, Tarasque and Elqiana’s bond had grown a lot. So had the dragon herself, her length now almost as tall as Tara’s height. The townspeople complain saying the dragon is eating too much of the wild animals that they’d hunt for food.
“Elqi’ you might have to start flying further afield for food, just quieten the townsfolk.”
‘Or maybe I could help them hunt, I’m a much better hunter than they’ll ever be.’
“The thing about human’s is they love to be independent, they like to do things on their own. Not many like to be bested either, at anything.”
Elqiana growls softly rolling her large white-orb-like eyes, ‘You two-legs are complicated!’
Tara looked at Elqiana and laughed, “Yes, yes we are!”
There was a knock on the barn door, because the dragon was too large to be inside a house. A large barn had been erected on the outskirts of the town, because Tara refused to let her friend be stuck out in the miserable rain. Tara’s words believe it not, ‘miserable rain’
“Come in!” Called out Tara, Elqiana curled up and closed her eyes. Claira walked in with a tray of food for Tara. “Thank you, Claira.” Claira didn’t say a word, still scared the dragon would turn her into a frog, placed the tray of food on a low table, bowed low and quietly walked out.
“I think Claira is still scared of you.”
‘Good and so she should be’ Elqiana winked at Tara.
Tara settled down to eat her food, as Elqiana lay still with her eyes closed.
Some time later Elqiana raised her head and sniffed the air, ‘Someone has come to see us Tara’
“Huh? Who?” Tara stood up and opened the large barn doors, and there walking up the pathway holding the reigns of a chestnut mare she saw a tall slender male with cat like features, he stopped a few feet away, look at Tara, raised two fingers to his lips and down to his chest in an arch, before bowing low to Elqiana. “What did he do with his fingers?” She asked the dragon.
‘I don’t know’ Was her confused response
“What I did is the traditional Elvish greeting of respect. My name is Dyffros, I have come to help you both, to teach and train you both, and to be your guide to Caa Alora.”
Tara and Elqiana looked at each other. Elqiana walked up to Dyffros, and sniffed him. She stuck her barbed tongue out and tasted the air around him. ‘I like him, he’s different’ Elqiana noticed Dyffros’ sword, and looked at it with a keen eye. ‘His stabby-stick, what colour is it?’
Tara walks closer to Dyffros, “Elqiana approves of you, and has enquired about your sword's colour?”
Dyffros steps back and unsheathes his blade to reveal it as a gold blade. “It’s oro, gold in the ancient language.”
Tara looks closer, at the blade admiring its beauty. “We weren’t aware of you coming, so please apologise for our rudeness Dyffros, or should I call you Master Dyffros?”
Dyffros waved his hand politely, “Just Dyffros please, I don’t care much for formality unless it’s necessary.”
“I was about to eat, would you care to join me?” Dyffros nodded with a courteous bow, as Tara and Elqiana walked back into the barn.
“Elqiana is growing well, she’s taller than I expected her to be.” Elqiana grumbles. “And hunts her own food as expected.” Elqiana flashes him a look, and Dyffros bows. “My apologies.”
Dyfross looks down at the tray of food, and politely takes only an apple.
“Please help yourself, this is stewed chicken soup, and we have bacon, lettuce and tomato on bread.”
“Thank you for your kind offer, Elves don’t eat meat, I will be fine with this apple for now.” He replied with a soft bow.
‘A leaf eater? And to think only a moment ago I approved. Meat is good, tastes nice!’
Tara rolls her eyes at Elqiana, “Please forgive me, I didn’t know. Might I also ask if you are an Elf?”
“It’s quite alright, yes I am an Elf, I am Dyffros, of Clan Panther.”
‘Well I guess that explains his cat-like features then’ This time Elqiana spoke into the mind of the Elf’s as well as Tara’s
The elf’s lips curled into a small smile.
Chapter 22: Growing
‘Your hair colour?’ Elqiana asked quizzically.
“Ginger, my hair colour is ginger.” Tara replied with a smile.
‘No, it’s more like fire red’ Came a grumble from the dragon that resembled a laugh.
Several months had passed, Tarasque and Elqiana’s bond had grown a lot. So had the dragon herself, her length now almost as tall as Tara’s height. The townspeople complain saying the dragon is eating too much of the wild animals that they’d hunt for food.
“Elqi’ you might have to start flying further afield for food, just quieten the townsfolk.”
‘Or maybe I could help them hunt, I’m a much better hunter than they’ll ever be.’
“The thing about human’s is they love to be independent, they like to do things on their own. Not many like to be bested either, at anything.”
Elqiana growls softly rolling her large white-orb-like eyes, ‘You two-legs are complicated!’
Tara looked at Elqiana and laughed, “Yes, yes we are!”
There was a knock on the barn door, because the dragon was too large to be inside a house. A large barn had been erected on the outskirts of the town, because Tara refused to let her friend be stuck out in the miserable rain. Tara’s words believe it not, ‘miserable rain’
“Come in!” Called out Tara, Elqiana curled up and closed her eyes. Claira walked in with a tray of food for Tara. “Thank you, Claira.” Claira didn’t say a word, still scared the dragon would turn her into a frog, placed the tray of food on a low table, bowed low and quietly walked out.
“I think Claira is still scared of you.”
‘Good and so she should be’ Elqiana winked at Tara.
Tara settled down to eat her food, as Elqiana lay still with her eyes closed.
Some time later Elqiana raised her head and sniffed the air, ‘Someone has come to see us Tara’
“Huh? Who?” Tara stood up and opened the large barn doors, and there walking up the pathway holding the reigns of a chestnut mare she saw a tall slender male with cat like features, he stopped a few feet away, look at Tara, raised two fingers to his lips and down to his chest in an arch, before bowing low to Elqiana. “What did he do with his fingers?” She asked the dragon.
‘I don’t know’ Was her confused response
“What I did is the traditional Elvish greeting of respect. My name is Dyffros, I have come to help you both, to teach and train you both, and to be your guide to Caa Alora.”
Tara and Elqiana looked at each other. Elqiana walked up to Dyffros, and sniffed him. She stuck her barbed tongue out and tasted the air around him. ‘I like him, he’s different’ Elqiana noticed Dyffros’ sword, and looked at it with a keen eye. ‘His stabby-stick, what colour is it?’
Tara walks closer to Dyffros, “Elqiana approves of you, and has enquired about your sword's colour?”
Dyffros steps back and unsheathes his blade to reveal it as a gold blade. “It’s oro, gold in the ancient language.”
Tara looks closer, at the blade admiring its beauty. “We weren’t aware of you coming, so please apologise for our rudeness Dyffros, or should I call you Master Dyffros?”
Dyffros waved his hand politely, “Just Dyffros please, I don’t care much for formality unless it’s necessary.”
“I was about to eat, would you care to join me?” Dyffros nodded with a courteous bow, as Tara and Elqiana walked back into the barn.
“Elqiana is growing well, she’s taller than I expected her to be.” Elqiana grumbles. “And hunts her own food as expected.” Elqiana flashes him a look, and Dyffros bows. “My apologies.”
Dyfross looks down at the tray of food, and politely takes only an apple.
“Please help yourself, this is stewed chicken soup, and we have bacon, lettuce and tomato on bread.”
“Thank you for your kind offer, Elves don’t eat meat, I will be fine with this apple for now.” He replied with a soft bow.
‘A leaf eater? And to think only a moment ago I approved. Meat is good, tastes nice!’
Tara rolls her eyes at Elqiana, “Please forgive me, I didn’t know. Might I also ask if you are an Elf?”
“It’s quite alright, yes I am an Elf, I am Dyffros, of Clan Panther.”
‘Well I guess that explains his cat-like features then’ This time Elqiana spoke into the mind of the Elf’s as well as Tara’s
The elf’s lips curled into a small smile.
you're creating some amazing creatures Nemo . *Hearts*