Dovahkiin curled up to the warmth, and squirmed when Paarthurnax decided to give him a bath, he tried pushing the large snout away, but it was no use. He scowled but said nothing, he knew it would not make a difference.
His mind turned to the younger dragon, he wondered if he would be showing up today. “Paarthurnax, is Odahviing coming here today?” Dovahkiin asked.
“He will eventually,” Paarthurnax answered as he rested.
Dovahkiin shook his head, wondering where the younger dragon was. He wished he was here so he could take to the skies, he hated being a joor, he wanted to be a dov able to fly.
He had to smirk, Odahviing was centuries older than him and yet at the age of ten he was used to calling him a young dragon - that was his adoptive father’s fault. He wondered if Odahviing could teach him like Paarthurnax does. Using the word walls and changing the words on them so he could read them and learn them. He highly doubted it, Odahviing was too hotheaded for that - as Paarthunax calls him.
“Call him,” Paarthurnax ordered. He knew this would be a test for the young joor. Not once had he been able to call the dragon properly. But with being only ten winters old he had already surpassed the Greybeards in the power of the voice. His thu’um was strong for one so small, already he mastered forceful push shout, fire and frost shouts. Soon, as he grew older they would work on the more intricate shouts.
He was surprise at how well the kiir pick up on their language and the joors language. He could speak both, and was starting to read both. He was more fluent in the dragon tongue than the joorre tongue. The written language - he could read and write most of the dragon language, it was the joor writings Dovahkiin was having a hard time with. The dragon language was more literal, where as the joor language one word had many meaning, to many different spellings.
Dovahkiin moved out from under Paarthurnax’s wing and shivered as the cold air hit his now warm skin. He looked to the skies, seeing if he could see the red dragon anywhere, but there was no sight of him.
Taking a breath he shouted. “ODAHVIING,” Dovahkiin shouted and grinned when it finally came out right and he didn’t land on his butt. He watched the skies intently waiting to see some sign of the dovah, his shoulders started to slump when there was no sighting of the dovah. He knew then that his thu’um wasn’t powerful enough to catch Odahviing attention yet.
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Re: Raised by Dragons ch 5b
Date: 2013-04-29 12:54 pm (UTC)His mind turned to the younger dragon, he wondered if he would be showing up today. “Paarthurnax, is Odahviing coming here today?” Dovahkiin asked.
“He will eventually,” Paarthurnax answered as he rested.
Dovahkiin shook his head, wondering where the younger dragon was. He wished he was here so he could take to the skies, he hated being a joor, he wanted to be a dov able to fly.
He had to smirk, Odahviing was centuries older than him and yet at the age of ten he was used to calling him a young dragon - that was his adoptive father’s fault. He wondered if Odahviing could teach him like Paarthurnax does. Using the word walls and changing the words on them so he could read them and learn them. He highly doubted it, Odahviing was too hotheaded for that - as Paarthunax calls him.
“Call him,” Paarthurnax ordered. He knew this would be a test for the young joor. Not once had he been able to call the dragon properly. But with being only ten winters old he had already surpassed the
Greybeards in the power of the voice. His thu’um was strong for one so small, already he mastered forceful push shout, fire and frost shouts. Soon, as he grew older they would work on the more intricate shouts.
He was surprise at how well the kiir pick up on their language and the joors language. He could speak both, and was starting to read both. He was more fluent in the dragon tongue than the joorre tongue. The written language - he could read and write most of the dragon language, it was the joor writings Dovahkiin was having a hard time with. The dragon language was more literal, where as the joor language one word had many meaning, to many different spellings.
Dovahkiin moved out from under Paarthurnax’s wing and shivered as the cold air hit his now warm skin. He looked to the skies, seeing if he could see the red dragon anywhere, but there was no sight of him.
Taking a breath he shouted. “ODAHVIING,” Dovahkiin shouted and grinned when it finally came out right and he didn’t land on his butt. He watched the skies intently waiting to see some sign of the dovah, his shoulders started to slump when there was no sighting of the dovah. He knew then that his thu’um wasn’t powerful enough to catch Odahviing attention yet.