The Dragon's Nest || DNF fanfic

The time

A/N: im uploading three chapters because I feel really bad about forgetting for the hundredth time

A silent week has passed and George is nearly fully recovered. The stitches haven't broken and the wounds have been healing very well. Luckily, thanks to Patches, the wounds have healed faster than George initially thought. That's one of the benefits of having a cat-shifted hydra.

Throughout the week, Sapnap taught George how to read auras. Though Dream helped the human understand how to truly see it more. Now, George can almost understand what the dragons are saying.

George loves to read the conversation Patches has with Dream the most. She's witty and, in a way, charming. Her sass is similar to his own and he enjoys it a lot. And it might be the fact that he's a part of her flock, but George is able to understand Iris way more than the others. Her aura is clear and easy to understand. Best part is that because of Dream's help, George is able to see the color of Iris' aura. It's a nice blue that can be mistaken for violet, but still just as pretty.

Iris stretched her wings as she was perched on the bench beside George. She was calmer and as silent as ever today, which wasn't uncommon. The wyvern is more introverted than the other dragons, to which George understood.

The falcon looked at George and fluttered her wings to get his attention. The human turned his head to look at her, immediately noticing she's attempting to communicate with him through her aura. That's another thing about this form of communication. One has to develop a sense that could detect when there's a change within someone's aura in case they're trying to interact. George hasn't gained that sense and it looks like he can never since it's way too much of a struggle for him to the point where it hurts.

"I've been thinking......to join...flock" it was hard, but George understood the gist of what she was saying,

"Have them join the flock? Who?"

"Dream, Patch......-ryone."

George huffed, wishing he could read everything she was saying. But for now, he was stuck piecing things together, "I couldn't read after Patches but I assume I got the last half of 'everyone'?"

Iris clicked happily, proud that George understood her well enough to hold a decent conversation.

"It's your choice. I don't really know how flocks work so it's up to you, Iris."

"Flocks work as a pack, a family, or a group of close friends. Sorta like the mafia but they don't go out killing people and selling illegal shit," Sapnap leans over the back of the bench, coming out from seemingly nowhere.

George looked back at him, "Good morning to you too."

Sapnap smiled down at the brunet before looking around at the field, "Have you seen Dream? I haven't seen him since he popped in my room saying that breakfast was ready and to serve myself."

"Oh? He gave me my plate."

"Well, yeah, 'cause he likes you more than he does me, his own brother...technically," Sapnap mumbled the last part, though it was clear enough to understand.

George gave a shrug, "But to answer your question, no. I haven't seen him since he gave me my plate."

The shifter looked directly up in the sky, "It's about eleven. Imma go check the perimeter to see if he went out to collect herbs or some shit. Turn around."

"Why," despite the question, George kept his eyes forward when he spun to have his back facing Sapnap. From the corner of his eyes, George saw a shirt be dropped on the back of the bench. "Are you taking off your clothes?"