05-03-2021, 01:17 AM
Aphra's children were certainly a unique combination of traits. Most of them had inherited feathers and a few other traits from Aphra, although not all of them had inherited the slime evidently present on their father. Oleander was probably the most balanced mesh of them all, considering her mix of Aphra's feathers and her exceedingly slimey exterior. It honestly made Arvid wonder how her mother would treat her – would she be too disgusted to look at Oleander in any kind of positive light, or would she glad to see her own traits reflected in the child? It was interesting to think about, since the dire wolf considered Aphra vain enough to like one of her kids more just because they looked more like her.
The canine had actually been pondering this as he watched Oleander that day, from afar. He had been having lunch, hunched over a half-eaten rabbit as he watched the young dragon amble around camp. He hadn't been watching for very long, and hadn't planned to watch for much longer, considering the hatchlings weren't especially interesting in this phase. However, his attention had been grabbed once more when Oleander leaped into the air, spreading her feathered wings and evidently attempting to fly. Her attempt quickly failed, though, causing Arvid to wince as he watched her collide roughly with the ground below. He supposed failing was part of the learning process, but he couldn't imagine that had felt very good.
Getting up to his paws and abandoning his lunch for the moment, he made his way over, head tilted to one side. He sat down nearby, fluffy tail settling over his paws before he spoke, "Oleander... I saw what happened. I take it that flying is a bit more difficult than you anticipated?" The boy wondered, silently, if he could somehow trick Aphra into actually teaching the girl something about flying. After all, it wasn't as if he could really offer any assistance – it wasn't as if he was planning on sprouting wings anytime soon.
The canine had actually been pondering this as he watched Oleander that day, from afar. He had been having lunch, hunched over a half-eaten rabbit as he watched the young dragon amble around camp. He hadn't been watching for very long, and hadn't planned to watch for much longer, considering the hatchlings weren't especially interesting in this phase. However, his attention had been grabbed once more when Oleander leaped into the air, spreading her feathered wings and evidently attempting to fly. Her attempt quickly failed, though, causing Arvid to wince as he watched her collide roughly with the ground below. He supposed failing was part of the learning process, but he couldn't imagine that had felt very good.
Getting up to his paws and abandoning his lunch for the moment, he made his way over, head tilted to one side. He sat down nearby, fluffy tail settling over his paws before he spoke, "Oleander... I saw what happened. I take it that flying is a bit more difficult than you anticipated?" The boy wondered, silently, if he could somehow trick Aphra into actually teaching the girl something about flying. After all, it wasn't as if he could really offer any assistance – it wasn't as if he was planning on sprouting wings anytime soon.
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