"Hey, Dragon, wake up!" Liesel called from the cottage. Dragon stirred. He had been dreaming, but he couldn't remember it. He yawned, then rose and stretched. The pallid moonlight that lit the cave reflected off his silver-blue scales. Sleeping for two weeks in a row was not the most brilliant idea he had ever had. Suddenly, he stopped, body frozen mid-movement. The dragon shivered as pain wracked his body, stemming from small stumps on his back. As the pain faded to a dull throbbing, he pulled himself from the ground and out into the night.
Liesel! I need the kit. Dragon called out to them telepathically. A moment later, after several clangs and crashes sounded from the inside of the house, Liesel stumbled into view. In their hands were several rolls of gauze and some vials, and they set to work cleaning and bandaging the dragon's bleeding stumps. Liesel tended to the wounds as carefully as they could, but the fairy was more accustomed to the indifference of machines. After several tensioned minutes passed in silence, Liesel couldn't avoid the question.
"What happened to you?" they asked, looking concerned. The dragon stood slowly, and with what seemed to take considerable effort on his part, turned to look at his companion.
I was dreaming, as one does, and I was woken up by your call. That's all that I can remember.
"That's it? You wake up from a dream and now can't fly anywhere. Great, just in time for us to migrate." They threw their hands into the air and walked back to the cottage. The dragon, conscious of his recent injury, hobbled after the fairy.
It isn't my fault that I lost my flight! He called to Liesel, though they had entered the cottage. Dragon knew that they were prone to overreacting, so he tried to placate them as much as possible. We could just go looking for them, and even if we don't find my wings, I can migrate on my feet like the wingless dragons. Hopefully, we'll find my wings in the days before then. Please don't hate me.
Liesel quickly gathered several days supplies, including more vials of medicine. With a final glance at the machine covered workbench, they left the room. After locking the door behind them, Liesel turned, coming face-to-snout with the dragon.
"Well, are we going to get your wings, or not?" they asked with a faint smile. The dragon smiled a toothy grin and started towards the forest. He turned back when the fairy hadn't moved from the doorstep.
You know, we don't have all night to get started.
"How do we know which way to go?" they asked, looking confused.
I'll explain as we walk.
"Alright. I'm coming." Together, the fairy and dragon began their journey through the forest.