A light pressure on Ulfric's chest eased him out of sleep that morning. At first, he assumed that Finn had moved closer in the night, and that it was simply her head. But when he felt something scaly nuzzle his cheek, the assumption died quickly.
His eyes shot open and he found himself staring directly into Sulpaazov's eyes. He sat up, catching the not-so-little dragon as she slid down into his lap.
“How did you get here?” he asked, openly confused. At his side, Finn groaned quietly, her brow furrowing as the movements woke her up as well. Now Sulpaazov clambered out of the Jarl's arms.
“Monah! Good morning! Drem yol lok,” she said cheerfully. Finn looked sleepily down at the hatchling, not comprehending at first what she was even doing here. Suddenly, her eyes widened, and she looked up at Ulfric.
“H-how'd she get in here?” she asked. Sulpaazov answered for him.
“Door, monah! The door to our...our...praan?” she said tentatively, unsure of the words.
“Your room?” Finn asked. “The one with your bed, and your zeymahhe?”
“Geh, monah. Inkahlok bex.” Now Finn practically flung herself out of the bed, already running for the door even as she called over her shoulder.
“They got out!”
With Sulpaazov back in the room, the two parents were quick to head to the kitchens. Knowing the ravenous hatchlings, they both figured that wherever food was, they wouldn't be far from. Sure enough, they found Gaafyahzin seated on the table, gnawing on what was left of a roasted goat leg.
“Have you seen Inkahlok? Zu yah zeymah,” Finn asked hurriedly, sweeping the dragon into her arms and starting back towards his room.
“Inkahlok? Hon lah, monah. He went up,” he answered. With that, he took flight, gliding into the room to join his sister, and Finn locked the door tightly behind them.
“How could I have forgotten to lock the door?” she lamented. “Gods, but I'm stupid.” Ulfric was quick to turn her back.
“You aren't, and Inkahlok is still upstairs,” he reminded her. With that, Finn nodded sharply. Self-pity could wait, she reminded herself as they headed off again.
Gaafyahzin's clue had pointed them towards the most magicka-laden room in the Palace. Ulfric peered into Wuunferth's room to find the wizard still sleeping, and heaved a sigh of relief. When he caught up to Finn in the mage's office, however, he found their last dragon.
Bottles were scattered across the floor, and they both counted themselves lucky that the racket hadn't woken Wuunferth. At the moment, Inkahlok was glaring at a small green bottle that he held between his claws. Even his teeth couldn't penetrate it, and his small, exasperated hisses were worrying his mother.
“Go,” she urged Ulfric, dropping to a crouch. “Make sure Wuunferth doesn't get in here. I'll deal with him.” As the Jarl ran back to the wizard's bedroom, she held out her hand, coaxing her largest dragon. “Drem yol lok, kiir. What are you doing?”
“Bex...bex!” Inkahlok complained, biting at the bottle again. “It will not break, monah. It smells good.”
“It doesn't need to break, mal ah. Come back, now. Het, to me.” Despite her attempts, Inkahlok merely pushed the bottle to the floor again and circled it.
“Not yet,” he replied. “Wait, monah.” He flapped his wings once, moving himself back, and in an instant, Finn understood what he was about to do.
“Inkahlok, niid. Come here!” Instead, the dragon opened his mouth wide. “Niid!”
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"Something Like Parents" 16/?
Date: 2013-05-18 01:47 am (UTC)His eyes shot open and he found himself staring directly into Sulpaazov's eyes. He sat up, catching the not-so-little dragon as she slid down into his lap.
“How did you get here?” he asked, openly confused. At his side, Finn groaned quietly, her brow furrowing as the movements woke her up as well. Now Sulpaazov clambered out of the Jarl's arms.
“Monah! Good morning! Drem yol lok,” she said cheerfully. Finn looked sleepily down at the hatchling, not comprehending at first what she was even doing here. Suddenly, her eyes widened, and she looked up at Ulfric.
“H-how'd she get in here?” she asked. Sulpaazov answered for him.
“Door, monah! The door to our...our...praan?” she said tentatively, unsure of the words.
“Your room?” Finn asked. “The one with your bed, and your zeymahhe?”
“Geh, monah. Inkahlok bex.” Now Finn practically flung herself out of the bed, already running for the door even as she called over her shoulder.
“They got out!”
With Sulpaazov back in the room, the two parents were quick to head to the kitchens. Knowing the ravenous hatchlings, they both figured that wherever food was, they wouldn't be far from. Sure enough, they found Gaafyahzin seated on the table, gnawing on what was left of a roasted goat leg.
“Have you seen Inkahlok? Zu yah zeymah,” Finn asked hurriedly, sweeping the dragon into her arms and starting back towards his room.
“Inkahlok? Hon lah, monah. He went up,” he answered. With that, he took flight, gliding into the room to join his sister, and Finn locked the door tightly behind them.
“How could I have forgotten to lock the door?” she lamented. “Gods, but I'm stupid.” Ulfric was quick to turn her back.
“You aren't, and Inkahlok is still upstairs,” he reminded her. With that, Finn nodded sharply. Self-pity could wait, she reminded herself as they headed off again.
Gaafyahzin's clue had pointed them towards the most magicka-laden room in the Palace. Ulfric peered into Wuunferth's room to find the wizard still sleeping, and heaved a sigh of relief. When he caught up to Finn in the mage's office, however, he found their last dragon.
Bottles were scattered across the floor, and they both counted themselves lucky that the racket hadn't woken Wuunferth. At the moment, Inkahlok was glaring at a small green bottle that he held between his claws. Even his teeth couldn't penetrate it, and his small, exasperated hisses were worrying his mother.
“Go,” she urged Ulfric, dropping to a crouch. “Make sure Wuunferth doesn't get in here. I'll deal with him.” As the Jarl ran back to the wizard's bedroom, she held out her hand, coaxing her largest dragon. “Drem yol lok, kiir. What are you doing?”
“Bex...bex!” Inkahlok complained, biting at the bottle again. “It will not break, monah. It smells good.”
“It doesn't need to break, mal ah. Come back, now. Het, to me.” Despite her attempts, Inkahlok merely pushed the bottle to the floor again and circled it.
“Not yet,” he replied. “Wait, monah.” He flapped his wings once, moving himself back, and in an instant, Finn understood what he was about to do.
“Inkahlok, niid. Come here!” Instead, the dragon opened his mouth wide. “Niid!”
“Yol!”