The Lost Dragonet

Chapter Seven

~Part I, travel~

Aglaia and Gecko just barely flew around, knowing there was somewhere to go even if they didn't know where. They both knew they couldn't go back to their old homes, they had been declared dead. It would just cause even more confusion and grief to their past loved ones. So no matter how much they want to, they just dont have the heart to go back. They flapped their small wings frantically against the harsh wind as they smelled and stared around for any sign of civilization. Aglaia took Whirlpool's advice to heart even if it was probably just an extremely detailed dream, doing her best to stay away from Nightwings that aren't Gecko.

They both smelled an earthy smell, it being fairly nastolgic to Aglaia, as they flew and just spotting a bit of rainforest. She felt the all-too-familiar sensation of pinpricks along her wings. Sweet wings.... Gecko felt it too. In one skillful swoop, Gecko caught a deer. Only to fail to bring it back up with him. Aglaia let out a little airy giggle, watching as he fruitlessly tried to hoist the chunky deer up, only to simply settle down and look up to her expectantly with those giant eyes of his.

She swooped down to join him, helping to drag the bloody carcass into the nearest cave. Both of them took turns watching the small cave's entrance and starting a fire which Gecko did with near absolute ease, even though he had a violent coughing fit after using his scarce amount of his somewhat weak fire.

They both stared at eachother, knowing that someone or something had followed them. Whoever that thing was, they really reeked. Gecko suddenly snapped his long and somewhat elegant neck around, letting out a weird long hiss. He threw an elighted stick with brightly licking flames at what seemed to be a tuft of dirt, only for a to pained screech to ring into the air. Aglaia fearfully froze up.

The tuft moved up and patted at itself, trying to smother the rapidly growing flames. Its cover was blown. Aglaia watched scaredly as Gecko threw off the furry brown hide, his giant lizard-like eyes slitted dangerously and the bird thing emerged looking just as angry. Gecko jumped over Aglaia's tensed up form and cradled her head to his chest posessivly, continuously emitting a weird hissing sound. Aglaia told him they could resolve this peacfully, and he looked down to her as if he just snapped out of a trance, and looked back up to the creature curiously, a bit upsetidly.

It turned out to be the purple fish-bird-thing, minus the fish and the bird. Was that just an illusion? What a cruel thing to do to another animal. Eating a creature is one thing, but flaunting its remains is another. Aglaia demanded his name, "It's Aldrin, but you can call me whatever you-" he got cut off by Gecko's surprisingly feral growl, and that got cut off when Aglaia nudging his hip with ger own, causing his face to heat up. Things sure have changed between the two of them...
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~Part II, Scrolls~

Aglaia, Gecko, and Aldrin have found a library in a civilization. They were able to get through the harsh, intense stares and loud whispers of curiosity as they explored the area. Aglaia agreed to check out the library while the boys checked out the stalls and stores. They all attempted to lay low, they kept their heads low and took a simular pace as the other bigger, scarier dragons. Slow and steady wins the race, after all.

Aglaia sniffed around the scrolls as she looked for an interesting topic until she came to a foreign topic, animus'. Whirlpool said something about those, she could barely remember much about that dream, though. And something about... Fatespeaker? Nightjumper? No, it was Fatejumper's... theory! She stacked an information-rich scroll about animus' into her forearms, then a scroll about Fatejumper's theory. Just for fun, she picked out a bit of Skywing and Nightwing biology.

First, she read about Animus', An animus is a dragon with high amounts of magic, which is present in every average dragon in microscopic bunches, that can often use this uneeded magic in many ways. War, creation, life, death, you name it. Many known animus dragons are known to drift away or become colder towards their allies. Often turning on their freinds, becoming seemingly souless. Nobody knows why this happens, study is going into this topic for more information.

Is that what Whirlpool is, an animus? But he hasn't turned 'souless', only sad and grieving. Aglaia eagerly opened the scroll to Fatejumper's theory, it seemed more like notes to her, After some speculation, I have come to the conclusion that it is possible for a dragon to have multiple souls. Mostly animus, it seems. It's impossible to tell how many one can have, maybe two, maybe thousands, but dragons have claimed to have this rare condition. Perhaps it occurs when a dead dragon's soul isn't ready to move on, so it inhabits a still-hatched or near-dead dragons. Not enough research has been done to completely understand this concept but---------, the rest is unreadable blurs of ink. Exactly how cheap is this ink? This library seems to have quite a bit of scolds like this.

   With that, Aglaia abandoned the  biology scrolls and accidently took the Skywing one, and ran out of the shop. The boys came back claiming to have found nothing. Aglaia reluctantly lied, saying she found nothing important, before continuing on their travels. It's not like it's a big lie, it's just a small and harmless one. Even if she had told the truth, would they actually care?
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~Skywing Biology~

   Skywings have abnormally large wings, aiding them in flight, giving them extra air to fly quicker and more effectively.

Their scales can vary from orange, red, crimson, and a slight golden color.

  They, like a few other dragon species, can breath fire for up to an average of twenty minutes in one breath.

  Skywings have an extreme amount of horomone cells, causing this race of dragon to be irregularly territorial over homes, potential mates, and food. Skywings, along with Nightwings, have some of the most extreme amounts of horomones. There is a twenty five percent chance for territorial tendencies to activate early in their childhood.------------

The rest is blurry and unreadable. Darn, this is some cheap ink!
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"So, his horomones are coming in early, hmmm? Poor things, this is gonna be one bumpy ride for them."