Notes: Naga is somewhat based on the one we "see" in Nah's supports with Morgan. She's so fun there! ...also, she wants to try a different way to neutralize Grima, who is rightfully afraid of her. Let's see how it goes!

Stats: The schedule is up! All the requests have been organized into a mini-calendar, you can check it on my profile. It conveniently groups stuff together so you can follow a theme each day, and know when to tune in to catch what you want to read. We start next Tuesday!


Grima still needed Robin. She had brought over her own power from her timeline, but a lot of it had faded as she crossed the gate; it had been opened by Naga, after all, and she had raked at her soul as she pursued those children to the past, weakening her even if she couldn't stop her. She had committed a mistake with her past self, as well, draining herself further. Then she had awakened the Fell Dragon of this timeline, attempting to merge with its energy to both recover and grow in might; yet its bonds clung to her failed vessel, every single use of her magic costing her more than it should...

"Damn that old dragon witch!"

"Oh, are you talking about me, child?"

The Divine Dragon stood right behind her, in all her shininess and fake benevolence. Grima had been so focused on her thoughts, she hadn't noticed the dark night around the Outrealm Gate lighting up like a castle on fire with the manakete's presence.

"You have visited your vessel from this timeline today. How did it go?" How did she know?

"She's having a b... spawning. She's spawning."

Naga smiled wryly, sitting down beside her on the grass. "You had it correctly the first time. She is having a baby."

"It's still disgusting."

"You are such a child," she condescendingly patted Grima's head. "I promise you will understand if you decide to mature as you age."

"I'm very mature!"

"Sure thing."

The Fell Dragon moved to sit farther apart. "You were spying on Robin and I, weren't you?"

"Kind of, yes," Naga admitted. "She must be kept safe and sound. Her baby will ensure your lineage is over, as he will have Exalted blood just like the other Ylissean royals."

"You're poisoning my bloodline?!"

"Not to be crass, but it was your vessel the one who said they were wearing too many clothes back then."

"Did you spy on them?!"

"No! ...though they sure called on me a lot."

Grima groaned, her face feeling a bit too warm. Humans were so perverted! Humans were so disgusting! Humans were so... "Ew!"

"You are such a child."

"Not!"

"You should be put to sleep for another thousand years. Come on, I will tuck you in."

Goosebumps rose all over her skin at those words. "I... please..."

"You are a little orphaned dragon. I need to take care of you."

"No... stop..."

Naga patted Grima's head again, smiling honestly this time. It was strangely soothing.

"What about doing some traveling? You have been asleep for so long, most of your life actually, and burned the world in your timeline without a second thought. Surely there are things to see before you attempt to destroy everything again."

That was an idea; what if she returned to her Grimleal cultists in Plegia, and started planning how to draw Robin out from her protected little nest? She still needed her soul to increase her own power... The dragons parted ways peacefully.