Dragon born

Chapter 4 Anger

*** authors note 

have changed Edmonds name to Desmond please point out any I missed

**** endnote.

Anger

Morris was still getting used to having four legs. The fact they kept getting longer at an astounding rate didn't help. He made slow progress from the sleeping chamber or cave.

 Stretching his wings every so often he would flap them vigorously it felt good but offered little in the way of lift. Every so often he would fall, though it never hurt. Most of the other dragons had already arrived at the feeding station. Busying themselves with breakfast, or already finished.

 Moving awkwardly to his station he stood expectantly and let out a little irritated growl he hatted being fed like some common livestock. He hatted how he kowtowed to that elf, whenever she was around. There were some perks but he saw no reason not to protest in some small way.

"Manners Morris," Beatrice said as she lifted part of a cow into his bowl.

Glancing at the jewelled stick at the dwarf's side he let out another growl. Beatrice spun the stick and it hurt. yet nothing like the pain, that was once his constant companion.  few of the handlers bothered using it with enough energy to bother him, and as he was getting bigger.   He was fearing them less. 

He was sure some of the pain would siphon off into the place his pain used to come from, but there seemed a limit. He wasn't sure if that made sense. but if he was right,   maybe he could do it on purpose one day.

 his neighbour a crackle wing. Daisy or maybe Daniel, all the crackle wings smelt the same. edged away from him whilst still feeding on the last of its meal,  as if to say 'not with the crazy' 

Morris took a bite from his meal and then gazed at the handler "Back Step" the command hit him like a physical blow and before he had a chance to come forward again Beatrice called "stay". 

so much for not using food as a reward, Morris thought. But he was willing to play this again.

 The handler muttered something in dwarfish that sounded quite rude, but most dwarfish did "Manners" Morris gave a short trill that was as far as he understood Midnight flame for 'I don't want to play today' it got a slightly bemused buzz from the crackle wing next to him so he was sure it was mostly right.

"Better, at ease" some handlers didn't bother with names you didn't need them that wasn't how command words worked. others and he shuddered at the thought always used them. One handler, in particular, the only handler not to have a dragon. however, he wasn't here and this time he had won a cheeky victory.

He understood now why Mathews had said not to use food as a reward perhaps because dragons were too smart for that. Beatrice who was in charge of morning feedings probably wasn't following protocol. Either way, Morris was proud of the fact that the attempt to make him beg for food was failing. 

He had barely finished when he heard a warning cry from one of the dragons Ruth one of the female Midnight flames, she was often the first to notice when bad news was on its way. 

This time the bad news took the form of  Desmond. A tall elf with cold blue eyes he wasn't sure what Tall Elves could do, which made him more terrifying. approaching the feeding area. All the dragons began wondering who had drawn the short straw today. part of him respected Desmond as a rival no dragon to protect him if something went wrong. 

"Morris follow" Desmond used the command phrase with perfect clarity. Also, something that didn't matter, it was only required as he knew all too well to think such things.