Ancient Art
Shanku twisted a finger in her ear and grimaced. She wasn't sure if he was purposely off-key, or simply that terrible.
"Ye disprove o' me music?" Doane teased her, his terrifying jaws a few feet from her shoulder.
"Er... um..." Shanku scrambled quickly. "Singin' makes de work go faster?" she ventured.
"In a sense," Doane nodded, much to Shanku's surprise and relief that he wasn't angry. "Ancient glasscraft dragons would sing spells to create items too small for aar claws ta make. Sometimes dey'd make an event o' it. Dragons would come fram miles around, each bringin' supplies wi' dem. It's said it was quite somethin' ta see," he paused, and chuckled. "Legend has it we've ne'er been gaad singers."
"Your people must have been doin' dis a long time den," Shanku said. She sat down beside him as he stretched out on the cool floor. "Could I learn ta do this?" she asked excitedly.
"Nay," Doane said seriously.
"Why?" Shanku asked.
"Kurach were not made ta wield such pa'er. Ye shaldn't even 'ave what ye do," Doane looked at her sternly.
Notes & Commentary
July 4, 2013, Thursday
Ancient Art
Do not anger the mighty dragon! For you are crunchy, and good with ketchup! (One of my favorite quotes. I forget where it comes from.)
What happier dragon could there be than one that can make its own shiny trinkets?
Time for another history lesson! We'd never heard most of this stuff if she'd been a good little pup and hid in the cave her whole life.
Characters - Shanku Ravenwing - Doane -
Tags - Just Another Day -
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