Dovahkiin looked up at the old grey dragon watching as he meditated. His stomach grumbled once more and Dovahkiin sighed. “Paarthurnax, I’m hungry,” Dovahkiin stated and curled further into the furs around his shoulders.
He glanced around, waiting for the old dragon’s reply and noticed clouds were forming, giving warning of a storm coming. He moved closer to the word wall, and looked up at Paarthurnax. His somber face split into a grin when he old dragon climbed down off the wordwall and curled around him. The dragon’s natural heat kept the chill off of him. He curled against the warm scales sighing as his body slowly warmed up.
He looked at the skies once more and searched for Odahviing, but there was no sight of the younger dragon. He knew if Odahviing was here, he would already be soaring in the skies upon the dragon’s back. Between Odahviing and Paarthurnax, Odahviing flew a lot more often than the older dragon. It was mostly Odahviing that took him flying, but there had been a few times where Paarthurnax took him out.
Today was a longer day than usual, Paarthurnax had decided that his teachings were to be longer than usual.
“You will hunt shortly,” the old dragon answered as he curled more securely around Dovahkiin to ward off the gusting wind. He nuzzled the kiir, licking the dirt and grime off of his face. He didn’t know how the female dragons do it with their kiir, but after years he still wasn’t used to it. The males were meant for fighting and protecting, not watching and looking after kiir. He didn’t know how joorre did it, maybe he should find out he thought with amusement.
Re: Raised by Dragons ch 5a
Dovahkiin looked up at the old grey dragon watching as he meditated. His stomach grumbled once more and Dovahkiin sighed. “Paarthurnax, I’m hungry,” Dovahkiin stated and curled further into the furs around his shoulders.
He glanced around, waiting for the old dragon’s reply and noticed clouds were forming, giving warning of a storm coming. He moved closer to the word wall, and looked up at Paarthurnax. His somber face split into a grin when he old dragon climbed down off the wordwall and curled around him. The dragon’s natural heat kept the chill off of him. He curled against the warm scales sighing as his body slowly warmed up.
He looked at the skies once more and searched for Odahviing, but there was no sight of the younger dragon. He knew if Odahviing was here, he would already be soaring in the skies upon the dragon’s back. Between Odahviing and Paarthurnax, Odahviing flew a lot more often than the older dragon. It was mostly Odahviing that took him flying, but there had been a few times where Paarthurnax took him out.
Today was a longer day than usual, Paarthurnax had decided that his teachings were to be longer than usual.
“You will hunt shortly,” the old dragon answered as he curled more securely around Dovahkiin to ward off the gusting wind. He nuzzled the kiir, licking the dirt and grime off of his face. He didn’t know how the female dragons do it with their kiir, but after years he still wasn’t used to it. The males were meant for fighting and protecting, not watching and looking after kiir. He didn’t know how joorre did it, maybe he should find out he thought with amusement.