She learned it the hard way. Some people were never meant to exist. Not even the Doctor wants her as a companion. But then the Master saves her from certain death and discovers that this human girl might be of more use to him than he expected.
Ranki...
The tiny dragon raised its head and let out a little squeak which made my heart jump with warmth. As soon as I had entered the room it had started to move and when I had stuck a hand inside the terrarium it had promptly started to stroke its head against my fingers.
Had I been able to speak at that moment I would have squeaked right alongside the hatchling. It probably was the cutest thing I had seen in my entire life.
Now it sat in my palms, rubbing against my fingers, snout occasionally opening to lick or nibble on my skin. It had no teeth yet and even if, they would have been too tiny to do any damage.
I looked up at the Master with wide eyes and a big grin, happy and thankful that he had brought me here instead of insisting on rest.
"It hasn't changed since it hatched," he said. "Well, it's gotten a lot livelier since then, but that's it."
An observation I quickly shared. It was easy to play with the small creature, since it tried to catch every moving thing with its mouth. And when it managed to get a hold of it (in this case my finger) it let out another tiny squeak of joy.
I truly was convinced my heart would simply burst any moment from so much cuteness. Especially when the little one got tired quickly and curled up on my palm, tail wrapped around one of my fingers.
"Geez, you're completely enamoured with that thing, aren't you?" the Master commented, mockingly. He was holding a scanner to see if there might be any fluctuations in... whatever it was he had tried to explain to me earlier. "It doesn't drain energy from you. That's for sure. It probably only needed it to hatch."
I shrugged and kept smiling as I carefully put my fletchling back into its makeshift home. A closer look revealed a bowl of water and another one which had a bunch of dead insects and slices of fruit in it.
"The Doctor insists on keeping it on a... careful diet, as he put it. No real meat and certainly none of... sentient species."
I snorted and nudged the Master. He only grinned, convincing me he would absolutely feed some slices of human to the dragon if he could.
"Oh, and so far you are the only one who is allowed to touch it. When we tried that it panicked." He laughed at my surprised expression and bent down to meet my eyes. "Congratulations. You're a mom now."
I just stuck out my tongue and shrugged. Theredefinitely were worse faiths to have than to raise a dragon. And as soon as itwould grow too big, there surely would be a solution as well.
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Although my skewed sense for time told me something else, I learned that only two days had passed with me being completely knocked out. And then two more with me being semi conscious. My condition got better rather quickly to my relief and I spent most of the time either sleeping or playing with the dragon or the children.
The latter were immune to my illness. The Doctor tried to explain it to me, but I wasn't sure whether or not I understood. It had something to do with genetics and certain types of viruses that were present in their sector of the galaxy. It seemed as if their ancestors - or architects? - had possessed antibodies for this kind of illness already.
