By the time Ulfric had awakened and headed down the hall to wake Finn, she had been awake for two hours. He found her in the kitchen instead, hauling an entire roasted goat onto the floor and smiling broadly as the hatchlings set to work on it.
“...Good morning,” the Jarl said, his eyes widening as the largest of the three ripped an entire leg off of the goat and swallowed it whole. Finn smiled up at him, pointing down as they continued to feast ravenously.
“Good morning! I can only imagine how hungry these ones are. We didn't feed them last night,” she observed, taking a seat on the floor and watching them continue to make work of the roast. Ulfric approached cautiously, opting to stand behind the Breton instead, and crossed his arms.
“Finn, what do you expect to do with these dragons?” he asked. The question had been eating at him since she had arrived with that damn crate, but the time never had seemed quite right to ask. The Dragonborn seemed to have no problem answering it, however.
“Hm? Well, I'm going to train them. Since they're young, I figure I can probably give them commands the way one would with a dog or a horse. But I also want to teach them Common. Paarthurnax speaks it, so it's not impossible,” she added, noting her Jarl's skeptical expression. “And then, most importantly...I want to name them!”
“Name them?” Ulfric echoed, suppressing an eyeroll. Leave it to Finn to have her priorities so skewed. Nonetheless, she stood again, grabbing a second roasted goat and tossing it to the hatchlings, who continued to eat as if they had never done so before.
“Yes, Ulfric. We can't just call them Dragon One, Two and Three, can we?” Before Ulfric could reply, she pointed at the slightly lighter of the three, who was gnawing on the back of the goat. “That one's female, so I was thinking something a bit more peaceful than her brothers. I came up with 'Sulpaazov'-- Sun, Fair, Trust. What do you think?” Ulfric frowned, giving Sulpaazov another dubious look.
“How do you know their genders?” he asked, honestly confused by the entire matter. Finn shrugged, gesturing at the smaller horns that adorned the dragon's head.
“Female dragons have smaller horns, and more of them,” she explained, before pointing at the remaining two. “Do you have any ideas, by chance?” Ulfric would never want to admit it, of course, but his focus was on the largest of the group, the more sociable, and the reason his fingers were bandaged at the very moment. He knelt beside him, laying a hand on a scaly back and earning a curious look from the hatchling before he looked up at Finn again.
“Inkahlok,” he said simply, gesturing at the hatchling. “Master, Pride, Sky.” The Breton blinked, surprised, but only beamed with delight.
“You wanted to do this, didn't you?” she said excitedly, reaching down to pat the dragon as well. “Inkahlok. Fine by me.” They turned in unison to the only unnamed of the three, a smaller, shyer male who had taken a large chunk of meat as his own. “What about him?” She took a seat again, scooping the hatchling into her arms and holding him up to look at him. “I think he's honorable. We should have honor in the name.”
“If that's what you think,” Ulfric replied, squinting a little to look for the honor in the dragon's face. “Do you know what Gaafyahzin means, Finn?” The Breton looked up at him, a smile dawning on her face.
“Ghost, Seek, Honor,” she recited slowly, letting each syllable roll off her tongue in both languages. “Gaafyahzin. I like it.” She stood again, leaving Gaafyahzin to his meal and looking proudly up at her Jarl. “You're good at this, bormah.”
“Oh, quiet,” Ulfric said, fighting a smile as he looked down at the hatchlings again. “Finn?”
“Hm?”
“You realize you have to teach them their names now, right?” His thane looked down as well, crossing her arms and biting her lip as she considered this.
“...Damn it.” Now her companion smiled openly, raising an eyebrow at her.
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"Something Like Parents" 6/?
Date: 2012-09-14 10:30 pm (UTC)“...Good morning,” the Jarl said, his eyes widening as the largest of the three ripped an entire leg off of the goat and swallowed it whole. Finn smiled up at him, pointing down as they continued to feast ravenously.
“Good morning! I can only imagine how hungry these ones are. We didn't feed them last night,” she observed, taking a seat on the floor and watching them continue to make work of the roast. Ulfric approached cautiously, opting to stand behind the Breton instead, and crossed his arms.
“Finn, what do you expect to do with these dragons?” he asked. The question had been eating at him since she had arrived with that damn crate, but the time never had seemed quite right to ask. The Dragonborn seemed to have no problem answering it, however.
“Hm? Well, I'm going to train them. Since they're young, I figure I can probably give them commands the way one would with a dog or a horse. But I also want to teach them Common. Paarthurnax speaks it, so it's not impossible,” she added, noting her Jarl's skeptical expression. “And then, most importantly...I want to name them!”
“Name them?” Ulfric echoed, suppressing an eyeroll. Leave it to Finn to have her priorities so skewed. Nonetheless, she stood again, grabbing a second roasted goat and tossing it to the hatchlings, who continued to eat as if they had never done so before.
“Yes, Ulfric. We can't just call them Dragon One, Two and Three, can we?” Before Ulfric could reply, she pointed at the slightly lighter of the three, who was gnawing on the back of the goat. “That one's female, so I was thinking something a bit more peaceful than her brothers. I came up with 'Sulpaazov'-- Sun, Fair, Trust. What do you think?” Ulfric frowned, giving Sulpaazov another dubious look.
“How do you know their genders?” he asked, honestly confused by the entire matter. Finn shrugged, gesturing at the smaller horns that adorned the dragon's head.
“Female dragons have smaller horns, and more of them,” she explained, before pointing at the remaining two. “Do you have any ideas, by chance?” Ulfric would never want to admit it, of course, but his focus was on the largest of the group, the more sociable, and the reason his fingers were bandaged at the very moment. He knelt beside him, laying a hand on a scaly back and earning a curious look from the hatchling before he looked up at Finn again.
“Inkahlok,” he said simply, gesturing at the hatchling. “Master, Pride, Sky.” The Breton blinked, surprised, but only beamed with delight.
“You wanted to do this, didn't you?” she said excitedly, reaching down to pat the dragon as well. “Inkahlok. Fine by me.” They turned in unison to the only unnamed of the three, a smaller, shyer male who had taken a large chunk of meat as his own. “What about him?” She took a seat again, scooping the hatchling into her arms and holding him up to look at him. “I think he's honorable. We should have honor in the name.”
“If that's what you think,” Ulfric replied, squinting a little to look for the honor in the dragon's face. “Do you know what Gaafyahzin means, Finn?” The Breton looked up at him, a smile dawning on her face.
“Ghost, Seek, Honor,” she recited slowly, letting each syllable roll off her tongue in both languages. “Gaafyahzin. I like it.” She stood again, leaving Gaafyahzin to his meal and looking proudly up at her Jarl. “You're good at this, bormah.”
“Oh, quiet,” Ulfric said, fighting a smile as he looked down at the hatchlings again. “Finn?”
“Hm?”
“You realize you have to teach them their names now, right?” His thane looked down as well, crossing her arms and biting her lip as she considered this.
“...Damn it.” Now her companion smiled openly, raising an eyebrow at her.
“I'm sure you can handle it...monah-se-dovahhe.”