Matrinails 16
Dear Falon,
Once again, another suitor. Though today, I was prepared. I was playing "Dragon slayer" with Oren (of course, I would never actually kill a dragon, I fancy them too much!) when I was called by a guard to go to the front gates to where they would be. With Oren on my back I "flew", for I was the dragon and he the slayer, to the gates. I was panting from the run when I came in to see the suitor. I must tell you, it happen though all this:
"Pup, why is Oren on your back?" my father asked me.
"We were playing Dragon Slayer, father." I signed to him, careful not to drop Oren as I did so. It was funny to see the look on my suitors face when I signed. It was my opinion that he did not know I was mute. When he asked my father what was going on my father sighed and explained what I was saying.
"Well, if you were the dragon and he was the slayer, why is he on your back?" the suitor, Derrick his name apparently was, questioned. Father translated for me:
"Oh, funny story. Well, we were fighting and he was trying to slay me and I was dodging his attacks and throwing fire at him and he dodged and tried to strike again, and he began speaking these ancient words and I thought, 'Hey this knight is not bad.' So then we stopped a moment and started talking and I decided to try not to kill him or eat him and we have become the best of friends."
As I explained this and much more, Derrick looked at me as if I was insane. Especially when he stated that Dragons could not talk, which of course, had me starting on how we really don't know that since they haven't been around for some time. Oren agreed with me in my rant, until my father advised me to let Oren go back to his mother, which I agreed. Reluctantly.
Mother and Father left us alone and I folded my arms at him and smiled. We went on with his one-sided conversation but I was dazed out, thinking of more stories I could write tonight. He had tried to hold my hand, but Chaka's vicious growl did the trick. I know that if I had been able to talk then I would have ranted about dragons and how amazing they are and I would throw all I knew about them. But since he did not know to sign and I could not speak, I went on without it. But if I had, oh maker I'd be all "take that you stuffed shirt, prissy noble." Hmm, I'm talking of my own kind . . . I'll figure it out later.
Yours, Vercy.