"Have you seen any Dragons nearby?" His face was completely serious, his eyebrows furrowed as he waited for her response.
"Dragons?"
"Yeah, Dragons. Big lizards with wings, fire breath? Of course, not all of them breathe fire, but-"
"Yeah, I know," She chuckled at him. "There's a family that live up that mountain," she brought up her arm to point at the lonesome mountain in the distance. Its hulking figure seemed to fade into the sky, its point disappearing in the clouds. The setting sun set the skyline around it ablaze.
"Really?" He looked down at her, his eyebrows stitched together.
"Yeah, the Mohr Clan. They have a nice little whelp, only ten years old. She's been learning to fly these last two years." She grinned fondly at the thought. The Mohr clan were the friendliest neighbors. They tried to socialize when they could; besides the fact that they couldn't fit into any of the villager's homes or taverns. They greeted the villagers with kind smiles and wagging tails.
"Oh, something is wrong here. Something is very, very wrong," the man muttered, walking away from her and towards the mountain. She furrowed her eyebrows and scurried to catch up with him.
"Sir?" She tried to get his attention over his unintelligible rambling, "sir-"
"Oh, don't call me sir. I'm not a sir. I'm a- I'm a- uh, I don't know-" he tugged on his ear without stopping his long stride.
"Well, Doctor, if you expect to go all the way up the mountain, it may be rather difficult," she told him, and he finally turned towards her. His eyebrows were drawn together again as he asked:
"Really? Why?"
"Uhm, well, their den is carved into the top of the mountain. People never really get there on foot, as it's very difficult to climb the rocky cliffs. The townspeople ask Sir Mohr- or his family- for a ride. I can go introduce you to him if you wish. He's a very sociable person," she smiled kindly at him.
"Oh, that would be brilliant! I'm sure he's very nice," he grinned widely, looking down at the short girl. She gestured for him to follow her, muttering a quick, "of course, si- Doctor" as she trudged back across the hard-packed dirt path towards the Market-Place. He stared at the Market, a clustering of tents laying in-between the few village houses, as they neared the middle of the town. The girl grinned and waved at a few children playing in the street as they passed. The children simply stared at the strange man walking next to the girl that 'babysat' them. The girl and the stranger reached the market, the faded pastel colors of the tents making the streets seem happier and livelier. She shuffled to the middle of the market; a large open plaza. The voices of the villagers echoed through the place, and in the middle, there stood a huge dragon, maybe eight feet tall. His wings were drawn close to his body, he was sitting on his haunches, and he was clothed in a dark, tight-fitting robe. He was talking to a man that stood beside him, his head stooped low to see the man's face better. The other people around them didn't spare a glance at the strange phenomenon, they simply continued with their tasks or small talk. Adonia approached the dragon, her face lighting up in a genuine smile.
"Greetings, Sir Mohr!" She greeted him.
"Ho! Hello there, Adonia!" He turned his large head towards her. He held out a large foot, and she clasped in gingerly. He bowed his head at her, grinning. "And how are you this fine evening?"
"Quite well, thank you. But I have just met this man," she gestured at towards the doctor, "and he wanted to see you." The dragon turned his head to look at the man. His yellow eyes shone like it was its own light source. The Doctor seemed to be at a loss of words, his mouth gaping open as he stared at the beautiful phenomenon looking at him. Sir Mohr raised a hairless brow at the stranger.
"Well? What intentions do you hold? Do you wish to just stare at me as if I were a red star?" The dragon's voice boomed, at it snapped the Doctor out of his flabbergasted state.
"Oh! No, no, no...-" He seemed to be gathering his senses. "I just- I was wondering," he leaned forward, "how do you feel?"
The Dragon smiled, confused. "I feel well today, no illness. Why? Is there something going 'round?" The Doctor's eyebrows stitched together.
"What? No.., Why would I- OH! Oh, you think I'm a- no, there're no illnesses going around, I was- I was just wondering how you- how you exist?" The dragon stared, along with Adonia and the man that he had been talking to. "See, from where I come from, you don't- you don't exist." His gaze snapped to each of their confused faces. "Uhm... sorry," he snapped back to life, "I seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot. I'm the Doctor, as you already know, and I'm investigating... " his gaze drifted off to the side before snapping back to Sir Mohr, "recent deaths! Of... Dragons! Yes, you see, where I come from, we have nearly no Dragons anymore, they've all been hunted down. Now, to protect the few, very few, Dragons left, I have set out to investigate the safety of he Dragons here... to help the ones back home." He jabbed his thumb over his shoulder.
"Oh, really...?" The still confused Dragon asked. "I never heard of my kind's prosecution. May I ask, where are you from, Sir Doctor?"
"Oh, just the Doctor, and far away, really..." he gulped, "far. So could I ask where are you from?" He challenged. Sir Mohr seemed to sit up straighter, and answered:
"This place, Wingfield Village. I was born here, and have stayed for all ten and one-hundred years of my life." The Doctor raised his eyebrows.
"One-hundred and ten? Wow, that's quite a long time. How long is the average Dragon lifespan?"
"About a thousand years, why?"
"Oh, just wondering. Now!" He grinned at Adonia, "I think it's getting late, see?" He gestured up at the moon, rising high above them. "We should get back to that Tavern, Matty probably misses you, yeah?" He spun around and started walking down one of the many cobblestone streets.
"Yes, sure, but for that, I think we should go in the right direction." She snickered and grabbed his elbow, pulling him the opposite way.
"Yeah, yeah- of course," He snorted, "I knew where I was going, mmhm." She shook her head and they continued down the now empty street.
"Wait, Doctor, weren't you going to ask him to bring you up the mountain?" She looked up at him.
"Oh, I think I can manage."
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Still. (Tenth Doctor)
FanfictionHer legs dangled from the tree's branches as she gazed down at the Doctor. His eyes glistened their deep brown and he grasped the branches nearby, his heartbeats hammering in his chest as he looked into her dilated eyes. There was only quiet in thei...
