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741.01.12 | Remedial School - Cazan - 15.Jan.20 Cazan was sitting on the floor, surrounded by (mostly) children, fighting the urge to nap with the great fat beast of a gold that was snoozing heavily on her lap as she listened to the lecture. It had been a sleepy joke at first when she suggested she go sit in on the most basic of classes, but people were far more receptive to the idea than she thought, and so here she was. She'd already learned a few things, she knew golds were a big deal and so were bronzes, but she hadn't been aware that the other colors fell into a tidy sort of hierarchy based off color and size as well. And now the class was getting ready to do a hands on demonstration helping her oil the enormously round lump that was making her legs fall asleep. She gave the sleepy dragon the tiniest nudge, fingers gently scratching along the little baby's eye ridges in a way that Cazan somehow just knew Malvayth liked. She was still trying to get used to the whole thing, and as much as she wanted to get back to work and spend time with T'ryn again she was just too exhausted to do much more than nap and try to keep Mal happy. A happy dragon meant less screeching, and it just made her feel better too. Eventually Mal cracked open her eyes and stretched, putting even more of her ponderous weight onto Caz to cuddle more as she blinked and woke up before. Then the little dragonette lifted her head and looked around, eyes flashing with joy and excitement. Malvayth settled quickly back down again to babble and croon happily about the oiling and her trick. The lesson continued with another lecture about basic dragon anatomy and fire breathing, how they chewed on firestone to produce their flames which would be needed to fight something called thread. There was a call for questions and Cazan lifted her hand. “How old will Mal be when she starts breathing fire?” There was a giggle and the same teenage boy scoffed and immediately blurted, “That’s dumb, golds don’t breathe fire.” Cazan was too slow to stop the enraged screeching that erupted from the tubby little gold, her corpulent form jiggling with rage. She could still feel Malvayth’s anger, but it was beginning to wane, her desire to have fun and play a game with her rider overpowering her irritation. After a few minutes the class was back to where it had been, Cazan sitting on the floor with her pudgy gold dominating her lap in peaceful slumber that she wished she could join. At least the teacher seemed unruffled by the disruption, and had even used it as a lesson. “Class this is just an example of what you could possibly expect in the early days once you impress your own dragon. Not only will you have to care for your dragonette’s physical needs but emotional ones as well. Every dragon is different, and some are more or less intelligent than others so you will have to learn to adapt to your lifemate’s individual needs.” Caz couldn’t really follow along once he started talking, the voice droning on in such a way that she had fallen asleep hunched forward on Malvayth before he’d even finished the first sentence. |