#36
Fairy Tale
"Okay, Delma, I think you've had enough play time today," Gorma called. "Now, you need to get ready to sleep."
"But I don't wanna go to sleep!" A young Delma shot back, putting her foot down. "You can't make me, you crappy old man!"
"Crappy o-old man?!"
The response to this statement was a slap to the face.
"Where did you learn such language?!"
Delma looked down at her feet, her expression saddening after being scolded. "De-densimo…"
"Of course…" Gorma muttered to himself. "I'll have to talk to him soon…"
The old orcon put down his cane. "Now, stop shedding tears and let's get you ready for bed."
"O-okay…"
After Delma slept on nothing more than a few rags, Gorma looked outside. Seeing that Densimo was already asleep (and snoring loudly at that), the old orcon walked over to the young orcon girl.
"Since Densimo probably won't get you to sleep fast, how about I tell you a tale?"
"I'm too old for bedtime stories!"
"Oh, but you'll want to hear this one. Now, tell me, Delma… have you ever wanted to fly? Ever wanted to explore around?"
Delma looked up at the ceiling. "Y-yeah… like the Drakyr?"
"Exactly like the Drakyr. But instead of flying with wings, they can fly with magic."
"What are they?"
"They're called a pyron. They evolve from these little itty bitty creatures called firbles. You feed it special food, it'll sleep, and then it transforms into a pyron. It's fur looks like it's on fire, and it has a goofy smile you can't help but love. And, it's loyal, and it'll take you anywhere."
"Anywhere?"
"I've never seen one up close, but I know my knowledge about them, Delma."
The female orcon looked up again. "I want to fly…"
"Maybe one day, you will, Delma. I feel like… you have potential. But enough about that. You need sleep. Good night."
Delma yawned. "Good night, Gorma…"