Thimble took a breath, calming her beating heart and wild mind. She had made something of little threat into a wild fascination with all things slithery and disgusting in her panic. In truth, dragons the age of some thing so small were little threat, if at all. Though, Thimble swallowed, hearing the patter of feet flood through the area as claws shifted the dry soil around her. In larger groups anything could be dangerous, she supposed.
And the noises they made were.. Disturbing, even in the best light.
In the dark, she remained with the sense as if she was the hunted, the one stumbling about ignorantly in the dark. The flame hovering above her palm flickered theatrically, much to the miserable interest of the creature below the rock.
In truth, she'd read much about dragons, as such, there was never an abandoned creature of the species, often residing in the deepest, darkest caves with innumerable siblings of varying ages and size, sheltered by their fear inspiring great dragon, the size of the cave herself, surrounded by smaller, but just as aggressive drakes. All of which, likely hid behind the other side of the cave in, and would no doubt awake from their resting silence to persue the unmeaning trespasser.
Flames flickered to and fro, dancing across the walls of the cave, receding with a quickly dimming shade, the stones across her vision no longer shimmering with the illuminating colors, but rather, barely touched upon by such. The little dragon beneath the rock scrabbled for a portion of a time upon the surface of the boulder, before tilting its head back to Thimble, the top of its head lying upon the bottom of the ground, upside down.
Its eyes were widely black, no pupils could be seen, the fire light dancing in them tenderly, the same light shifting slow growing, soft surprise on Thimble's own features. The dragon opened its mouth slowly, as if contemplating such, showing the pointed teeth one might expect from the offspring of a dragon, and after a moment, it gave the most pitiful, pain inspired wail of despair.
Recalling to mind the same cries from the dungeons of the Circle, of the pitiful's plight, of experiencing such helplessness to one's own fate, obtaining only the ability to cry out for such, and oh, how they did.
Thimble edged towards the strange creature that she had only heard about. In truth, she still had the eerie sense that one of its many, many siblings would scrabble across her feet, tearing open the vulnerable flesh of her legs. Rather, she could already feel the creeping, slicing claws, playing an imaginary tune upon her already bristling skin. Regardless, such things, she suspected, was merely her unease for the general outdoors, merely for a forced lack of experience then anything else.
Claws scraped across the rocks at her side, slithering maliciously, an ominious sound to echo behind her. Swallowing, Thimble strode forwards, snapping the fire in her palms out with a thought, she leaned down, digging her bare finger tips beneath one of the sharp edges of the boulder. The stone slick and chilled beneath her palms, the dark over taking her vision at once.
The creature beneath the stone seemed to settle, but others, didn't seem to understand she was helping. Unseen to Thimble, a second dragon, one of the few that had been spending their time investigating the trespasser, much to her alarm, was settled atop of the boulder, black eyes watching the moving mage with protective purpose.
Her scales were white, rimmed with a soft blue, her horns gently curled ontop of her head. Wings beating, the dragon leaned back on her back legs, and with a furious growl, the creature snapped its sharp teeth forwards in a snake like movement. Thimble clentched her teeth together, whimpering under her breath as pain flooded through her, fingers nearly dropping the boulder in her surprise.
Breathing hastily through her teeth to calm herself, Thimble firmly reminded herself with a forced nod to keep herself in check, lest the mother of the creatures hear.
Really, mages were the best to practice such self control, despite the Chantry's teachings.
Raspy breath filled the air despite her best efforts, the sharp teeth though not very large, were quite soundly sunk into the flesh of her shoulder, the jaw too small to wrap around it entirely, as such, the creature held the bleeding muscle in a ruthless pinch. Thimble rolled her shoulder, throwing the beast off the boulder by such a movement, hearing scrambling claws attack the bottom of the cave as it attempted to righten itself for a second attack.
Every muscle in her ached with panic, adrenaline lighting itself through her veins to run, rather then to stay and lift. Adjusting her stance, the thin elf gave a firm heave, shifting her hold upon the boulder as it began to roll backwards, starting to free the dragon beneath it. Sharp pain shot through Thimble's leg, moving like wild fire as her own blood dripped down her muscle.
Thimble yelped, unable to help herself for the moment, the creature digging its teeth in further in fury. Her voice echoed through the cave, thundering far too loud then it should have been, and perhaps she would have held her breath or worried over the appearance of the mother dragon, had her leg not hurt so badly!
Growling under her breath, Thimble thrashed a kick out, feeling her heel connect on the skull of the bitting, furious thing. A whimpered sort of yelp rang through the cave once more, and not desiring to wait for the creature to get its balance and attack once again, Thimble threw the boulder back, muscles protesting rather loudly at the heavy movement.
In truth, the rock had been quite a heavy one, and it was with a sound akin to thunder that it tumbled backwards, scattering smaller stones beneath its wake. Spinning on her heel, Thimble called upon her quickly dwindling mana, sparks flashing above her fingertips, quickly rising into full flames of a hungry nature.
The white dragon as it appeared, simply sat down at a slow movement, and gave a slow sort of blink, as a cat would at the elf. Then, after a moment, it turned, stumbling a moment from the lasting dizziness from the solid kick to the skull, it wandered right beneath Thimble, absently striding underneath her legs, tail swishing lightly at the movement. Blinking, Thimble turned back to follow the movement, just as the white dragon sat beside the pink one, making a sweet sort of humming noise as the white one rested its head atop the stomach of the other.
In her distraction the flames in her hand dwindled more, drinking up the remaining mana, and lasting only a few moments in mercy rather then anything else, illuminating only a few paces to each side, and little else. None the less, it still managed to catch the light of another pair of black eyes resting across the cave, eerily watching her in silent contemplation for a long moment, then, after a moment, it turned its eye beyond Thimble, and to the ledge behind her, immediately shifting its expression into one that disapproves of the idiocy to come.
White scales with brown edges, with soft brown fur on its elbows, and a ridge tail with a pointed end prowled from the cover of the shadows of the rocks of the ledge, peering down at the elf below. The dragon had no wings upon him, and his horns were of a childish appearance in a brown shade. Slowly creeping forwards, the creature kept its eyes on the unsuspecting elf, and with a leap, felt the air beneath its claws.
Thimble narrowed her eyes, leaning forwards to note the pair of eyes on the rock her fire illuminated further, interested in their seemingly intellegent gleams. Claws dug into her back, landing with enough weight and surprise to bring the elf to stumble, rather panicked for a moment, straightening up and spinning around. The creature, for its part, crawled over her, taking care not to harm the soft skin beneath its claws as it did so, scrambling beneath her arm and planting itself firmly upon her chest, black eyes watched her as it tried to slink its way closer to her face, appearing almost as if it thought moving slowly would make it invisible.
The final dragon, the one remaining in the rocks, watched the panicked movements of the elf, and the determined movements of the dragon, ducking in and out of the flailing movements with ease and skill in its fierce desire for a single object apparantly attached to Thimble's ear. Thimble slipped beneath her cloth boot, landing heavily upon her back, holding the squirming dragon above her.
"You don't have any wings." She mouthed to herself, turning the creature back and forth beneath her palms, the creature responding by desperatly reaching its arms out, attempting to reach her golden earring by mere will alone.
Thimble couldn't help but smile a moment, despite herself. Despite how she'd just committed the reason the Chantry hid the mages away. Regardless of the fact little made sense in the new color of the world, even the supposed cement truth that demons were in fact, demons, and not simply spirits that desired help or had no interest in entering this world, as her own had. Despite of her pain radiating from the many wound upon her body, the hunger growling in her stomach, and the danger just outside the caved wall, she found herself smiling a moment.
Just a moment.