RE: Wings of Fury 2
07-21-2021, 07:36 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-21-2021, 07:37 AM by Protoman.)
Rozenn smiles at Caulind.
[Here's some meat, friend! I hope I can find a way of communicating with you that causes you a bit less trouble someday soon.]
Once she's shared some rabbit with Caulind and she's gathered some bits of deer, Rozenn settles in next to the little teal dragon who had caught her eye. Her anxieties continue swirling about in her heart, bubbling and boiling-- until they simply don't. They aren't gone, mind, but the concern for herself has shifted to concern for her little friend. They gobbled up the meat she offered greedily - perhaps too greedily, seeing as they are now having no small trouble swallowing it. It doesn't appear they're choking - just having some trouble. She leans down and places her thumb against its throat in order to help gently massage the meat down its throat.
Once their last gobble has been passed with a gulp of relief, she chuckles to herself. She may be no mother, but she'll gladly be this child's protector. They need a guardian, and she will happily serve. She hoists the little creature up into her hand and places a gentle simple before them - an extended index finger, pinky finger, and thumb.
[I love you.]
She then spells out a little name for them, offering it to the group along with an explanation.
[Maël. Or Maëlle. Or something different, if they come to wish it. I do not know much about gender, except that it is something they will find when the time is right, and this seems to be a good way of doing it. It is pronounced the same way, and almost spelled the same way, so it should fit. It is a name befitting such a regal little fellow, don't you think?]
[Here's some meat, friend! I hope I can find a way of communicating with you that causes you a bit less trouble someday soon.]
Once she's shared some rabbit with Caulind and she's gathered some bits of deer, Rozenn settles in next to the little teal dragon who had caught her eye. Her anxieties continue swirling about in her heart, bubbling and boiling-- until they simply don't. They aren't gone, mind, but the concern for herself has shifted to concern for her little friend. They gobbled up the meat she offered greedily - perhaps too greedily, seeing as they are now having no small trouble swallowing it. It doesn't appear they're choking - just having some trouble. She leans down and places her thumb against its throat in order to help gently massage the meat down its throat.
Once their last gobble has been passed with a gulp of relief, she chuckles to herself. She may be no mother, but she'll gladly be this child's protector. They need a guardian, and she will happily serve. She hoists the little creature up into her hand and places a gentle simple before them - an extended index finger, pinky finger, and thumb.
[I love you.]
She then spells out a little name for them, offering it to the group along with an explanation.
[Maël. Or Maëlle. Or something different, if they come to wish it. I do not know much about gender, except that it is something they will find when the time is right, and this seems to be a good way of doing it. It is pronounced the same way, and almost spelled the same way, so it should fit. It is a name befitting such a regal little fellow, don't you think?]