Dragnoria sat in the sleeping room. On the left end of the room, a large aura bed was located, for the dragon herself, and the lower side of the room had 2 windows and a light control blind to accommodate every need related to light management. The right side had a smaller bed crafted from her expired shed scales that she did not have any use for. Dragon scales, when processed, were excellent materials for the most comfortable beds after all, and she didn't want to sell anything. Queltsom was sleeping peacefully, with a lite cover draped over him to add that extra warmth. Her guest needed to have everything needed, after all. And, why is he dreaming about a big ship, he's talking to the ship, Wait, is that what he imagines the Kota realm to be like? A big black iron ship with orbs decorating it. She entered his dream to look, without alerting him.
"Listen you big stupid thing, why do you give people bad powers when they train? Aren't you supposed to be a tool for them to defence themselves?", he said.
The ship ignored him, he thought. It thinks that he's not important. He'll show it who Queltsom the dragon-taught is.
"Alright, let's do this. I will want to see how he reacts. He will inevitably know that it's me, but a little voice modification doesn't hurt to delay that", she thought.
Suddenly, the ship moved. She spoke with a feminine voice. Do ships have genders? He thought they were made by people. "Those aah nawt bad paoas I gift to who deziahs them. They aah unconcentrated bolls of ennagy. They aah ment to shaapen the vessle's temporary Kota conductas, to accept maw awganized masses of paoa. Do not think of attacking a realm, because it will be the end of yo life", she said. "Why does your voice sound a little familiar. And why are you speaking like that? Did you make that way of speech?", he asked.
"No, I did not make that way of speech. The enhabitants of Wedia speak in that manna", she replied.
"Yeah, whatever. You're from this Wedia, and you give your clients bad powers because their conducters are not good for your strong powers. Also, can you stop that, nores? You showed me that trick before, and I can figure it out. It sounds forced, and the depth of the voice doesn't fit a big ship", he said.
"Ah, you're no fun", she replied with her normal voice. I'm ending the dream now, because there are other stuff we need to do other than think of realms as talking ships, isn't that right, quello?", she said. "Also, it's (to defend themselves), not (to defence themselves). You need to learn to speak more eloquently.".
"Yeah yeah, whatever old hag...".
"Who tought you that word? I'll kill that man when I see his baloon-shaped face", she growled.
She didn't wait for him to reply, cutting the dream out and causing a mild disorientation on Queltsom's part. Both of them ignored it. He yawned.
"Good morning Nores. Why did you enter my dream. I was supposed to punch the ship with its own power", was the first thing he said as soon as he awoke. "Still can't get over the fact that he's self aware in his dreams and can act freely even inside them", she thought.
"Speaking of punching, what you did yesterday actually stongue a bit. I lowered my defences for you, so you actually feel the progress you make in training, but apparently you can do more", she said.
"So I did hurt you didn't I", he said with his rare low voice he uses when he makes a big deal out of things.
"No Queltsom, you did not hurt me. I'm a thousand year old dragon, not some random little Tharo you kill with a finger snap", she said.
"Also, don't act like that twards people who attack you first out of hostile intentions, got it?", she added. "He has a danger sensing ability that seams to read peoples intentions passively, so it'll help him determine friends from the enemy", she thought.
He flinched, no doubt remembering the incident with the little Tharo. He intended to play with it, but then when it bit him, he instinctively attacked it without thinking. Since then, he started making a big deal of things, mainly hurting other creatures.
"Yes ma'am", he grumbled.
"Oh, your big friend frostfire Gelrahq is coming", she said with a bright voice.
"Really? He is?", he asked.
"Mhm, indeed he is", she replied.
*Thump*. *Thump*. The footsteps got closer, and Queltsom hird Gelrahq's icy feet scraping on the floor. Then he kept rumbling to himself like he always did.
Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Smaaaaaaaash! The door fell with a huge pile of debris.
"Ah, Dear God Gelrahq, I told you a decilion times not to smash my door with your head. Now I gotta fix it like always", she muttered to herself.
"Hey there Dragnie!", Gelrahq said cheerfully, with his gravly voice, like nothing had ever happened.
"You broke my door, and I keep telling you to open it as normal, but no, you never listen to me, do you?", she continued ranting.
"How's it going", Gelrahq continued, not caring the least bit about Dragnoria's possible outburst.
"Hey Gelrahq, been a long time! How goes you with the cold", a similarly uncaring Queltsom greeted.
"I and the cold go hand in hand, little Hatchlen", Gelrahq rumbled.
Gelrahq is a gray dragon with only 2 legs and no wings. His body is coated with white ice and snow in circular and oval shapes. He is ruffly 3 quarters Dragnoria's size, who, right now, is only 2 meters tall, in her mini form. Gelrahq is also in his mini form, as most dragons only expand to their full forms in battle, except for drakes, tinossies and wyverns, who are usually the size of an average dragon in mini form, in battle or out of it.
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"That's great. Can I play with bardrus and chilleth?", he asked.
"After you train", Dragnoria chimed in, no longer ranting. The door was quickly fixed with the use of her misterious powers.
"He'll train with me", Gelrahq grunted. "I'll teach him the way of the cold fist".
"Ah fine. I'll be reading his thoughts though, so if he isn't focused with you, I'll burn you to the ground", she said in a threatening voice.
"Your power doesn't burn at all", he said with a chuckle. "It does something else".
"Yeah, something else indeed", she replied. "And if you don't let him focus or let errors slide, you'll get to experience that something else first hand".
"Yes, boss", Gelrahq grumbled.
"What something else", Queltsom said.
"Never mind, let's go play with bardrus and chilleth", "*growl*", "I mean train your body. Yeah, that's right. We won't play with the other hatchlens. We'll train and train very well", he corrected himself, in a little fearful voice.
A loud roar echoed from a far. It sounded to Queltsom like a huge beast, and the dragons recognized it easily. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. "Oh no, dread dragons", Gelrahq growled. "Yeah, dread dragons", she repeated. "So much for training my body. What are dread dragons anyways?", Queltsom said, unafraied.
"They are dragons who have gone in pursuit of power using reckless means, and not your adventuring fun kind of reckless either. I'm talking about truely destructive means. That caused their minds to degrade, and now they have become mindless beasts who only care about feeding and nothing more", Gelrahq said with his gravly grunty voice. "I'm going to check up on Talgia and the kids, make sure they are safe, and then we will head for battle", he said in a more serious tone. "You handle Hatchlen, make sure he is safe. He doesn't see what we see".
"na''uh, I'm coming with you. I want some danger, Nores, you're the one who told me that you're going to give me some challenges later, so it doesn't hurt if we do that ahead of schedule, right? Besides, you're with me so I won't get hurt very badly. I won't just step in like a beast, I'll participate in what I call remote supervised combat", he said.
"Your berden Queltsom's abilities, (ally's courage, ally's strength and ally's aura have activated!"). "Why are they hidden from me! It's like the world doesn't want me to know his potential. He's fixated on going to the fight so there's no denying that", she thought.
"Kid, where did you learn terms like (ahead of schedule) and (supervised)? Humans are not supposed to know these things when they're young. No, you're not even supposed to train for battle or speak like that. Hatchlens like you usually learn how to read and write and count at your age", Gelrahq said.
"Remember, Gelrahq, circumstances?", Dragnoria said.
"Oh yeah, right, I forgot", he replied.
"Also, we are going to fight here, and you're chatting with him about reading and writing? Are you in a world of your brain's making or something?", she added. He just rumbled, not adding anything to the conversation.
"Um, what is a brain?", Queltsom asked curiously. "Is it something dragons have?"
"It's something all creatures have. Not just dragons. It manages thinking for the powerless, among other things", Dragnoria replied.
"Even me? Do I have a brain too?", he asked.
"Yes, you have one too", she told him.
Meanwhile, while they were speaking with each other, they were out in a grassy field, walking towards a white building made of ice, where Gelrahq's mate Talgia, and their children Chilleth and Bardrus live. They nocked on the building and it automatically opened, revealing a heavily reenforced little fortress with walls made of thick ice, inside of which Talgia and her kids hailed.
Talgia is also a gray dragon, but with a spinning mass of snow orbiting around her body. She is a little shorter than Gelrahq, but has 2 snowy horns from each side of her scaly head. She has 4 legs instead of 2, and she has 2 wings, also made of snow. Her tail seamed to glow in the sunlight, one of her trates she was born with.
On each of her sides, 2 small dragons stood. Bardrus is dark gray, having circular and oval cristals made of ice similar to his father's, while chilleth is lite gray and has minuscule icy horns and a silver, light reflecting tail, vaguely similar to her mother's.
Most of the time, when dragons breed, they have a minimum of 2 hatchlings. One of them would inherit some of their father's trates, and would be trained by their father for combat and other hard tasks, with their consent, and the other one would inherit some of their mother's trates, and would be trained for support and other less hard tasks. This case applies for Bardrus and Chilleth. Bardrus has been trained to acclimate himself for battle, and chilleth used support moves, like healing and bolstering the attackers. This is present in all dragon civilization.
After Gelrahq made sure that his family is safe and can look out for itself, he and Dragnoria, with Queltsom riding on her back, left the building, and headed off west, twards the exit of Dolven, to intercept the enemy. They patiently waited. They were prepared to fight.