RE: Wings of Fury 2
07-10-2021, 10:35 PM
Grokzurl is as shocked as anyone when the eggs are revealed, stunned initially into a state of silence, mouth sightly agape. He watches Zaya intently as arguments begin to unfold, and as the reasonable world Grok has come to know crumbles apart as well.
"Wait," he interjects, eager to join this conversation, "You can't actually be serious, right? You really think we could do anything for these....these......!" Grokzurl can scarcely bring himself to think of the words 'baby dragon', much less utter them aloud. Even so, his obvious anxiety belies an underlying excitement. There isn't a damned thing on Alma more ferocious than a dragon, at least not to his knowledge. The thought of how impressive it could be, a nomad raising a dragon! His mothers would have to respect him for that!
He turns to Zaya, since, "You're the expert here, yes? Do you really think we'll be able to manage, even if we split up?" Grok then focuses his attention towards Rozenn, adding that, "You and I won't very well be able to assist the townspeople here if we're hiding the offspring of the dragon that's ravaged their home. However....You are a knight, and I respect your code of honor. If you think this is what we must do," Grok then turns back to Zaya, "And if you think it's possible, then. I suppose I can't very well refuse you both!"
He then pulls the notebook from his hip and starts hurriedly scrawling something down. As his charcoal scrapes across the page, he ponders aloud that, "It might be best if we all had a way to stay in contact.....Sharing advice for how to handle these little beasties, or let each other know if any of us find a suitable dragon to adopt them. Just a thought."
Yes, he's become a bit too excited by the prospect now.
"Wait," he interjects, eager to join this conversation, "You can't actually be serious, right? You really think we could do anything for these....these......!" Grokzurl can scarcely bring himself to think of the words 'baby dragon', much less utter them aloud. Even so, his obvious anxiety belies an underlying excitement. There isn't a damned thing on Alma more ferocious than a dragon, at least not to his knowledge. The thought of how impressive it could be, a nomad raising a dragon! His mothers would have to respect him for that!
He turns to Zaya, since, "You're the expert here, yes? Do you really think we'll be able to manage, even if we split up?" Grok then focuses his attention towards Rozenn, adding that, "You and I won't very well be able to assist the townspeople here if we're hiding the offspring of the dragon that's ravaged their home. However....You are a knight, and I respect your code of honor. If you think this is what we must do," Grok then turns back to Zaya, "And if you think it's possible, then. I suppose I can't very well refuse you both!"
He then pulls the notebook from his hip and starts hurriedly scrawling something down. As his charcoal scrapes across the page, he ponders aloud that, "It might be best if we all had a way to stay in contact.....Sharing advice for how to handle these little beasties, or let each other know if any of us find a suitable dragon to adopt them. Just a thought."
Yes, he's become a bit too excited by the prospect now.