Here's some more of mah favorite characters, Gin and Evera! Hopefully, those who saw this story, and reviewed/added to favorites and/or alerts will enjoy this chapter too. I have plans for these characters, big plans... *Snickers* I wanna try and fastforward time so that they get to Alagaesia, but first! I want to develop their characters beforehand, so that ya'll know what their like, and how they interact with eachother/treat the outside world. So hopefully any speeding will be understood!
Ch. 2 The Next Day
Evera woke to the pounce of a silvery dragon thudding onto her lap. She had fallen asleep on the couch, with no blankets. Seeing the silver eyes of Gin look into hers, she raised her hands to cup Gin's head in them. The dragon refused to move her head from Evera's hands, instead leaning it into her left hand, the one with the silvery scar.
Evera felt that quickening excitement thud in her chest, all the while wondering how a dragon, much less one from a book series she had read, came to her world. Letting her nails dig into the dragons scales, she started to massage the mythical creature, with ten years of animal massages behind her fingers. They quickly found the more enjoyable parts that Gin enjoyed having her head be rubbed with.
The dragon did a throaty purr, nowhere near as elegant as a cats purr, but close enough that one unfamiliar with felines would be unable to tell the difference. Evera studied the dragons small, lithe body, heavily scaled, with the wings slightly outstretched. They resembled silvery membranes, as thick as two inches, and appearing to be easily ripped and yet, when one felt them, they were very strong. Able to resist any wind thrown at them. However, due to their lack in protection, could easily be pierced by sharp objects.
The dragon's limbs were well muscled, built to take in hard landings as its bulk grew. Sharp talons extended from its forelegs and hind legs, each one silvery, and appearing as if they had been painted on by a professional nail stylist. The tail was the same color as the rest of the scales, with a sharply pointed tip. It went side-to-side gently at times, and then ferociously at other times.
The dragon lacked elongated spines, however. It still had them, but they appeared to be merely stumps coming out of the creatures scales. Sharply angled eyes, with a deep knowledge in them that outlasted someone of great knowledge in her worlds, as if they knew things others had no clue of. It opened its jaws, showing ivory teeth, each one at a point, despite their dulled ends. Evera ran her finger along a tooth, amazed at how something so dull could very possibly easily pierce stone.
It was something she would have to experiment with. She grinned at the idea of seeing how hard of a stone her dragon could pierce with its teeth.
Not wise, Gin said through their mental connection, Not wise at all you silly girl.
Her tone was gentle, as if she were scolding Evera gently. However, the dragon made to look as if it were smiling with its mouth.
The dragon suddenly crouched low to the ground, and then jumped into the air, wings expanding and flapping suddenly, allowing the dragon to hover in midair. That's when Evera looked out the window, and almost gasped at the sight. "It's still nighttime." Instantly, she felt a burst of exhaustion and coldness.
Of course. Gin smirked, a hint of one of her teeth showing. I woke you up so that you could accompany me outside. I do so want a look at the great outdoors, after all.
Evera, who would normally have just crawled back into her slumber, instead got up from her sleeping area, heading to her room to put on warmer clothes. Rubbing her eyes, she had not noticed how tired she really had been, until her dragon had told her it was still nighttime. Rummaging around in her dresser, she succeeded in finding a warm pair of pants, along with her soccer sweater. Looking herself in the mirror, she took in her appearance. Long, messy hair hung around her face, showing proof of her recent sleeping. Yawning, she fumbled around for one of her pairs of glasses, so that she was able to see more clearly.
Pulling off her shorts and t-shirt from the day beforehand, and then pulling on one of her jeans, she looked herself in the mirror, taking in the site of her without a shirt on. Grinning, she decided to give herself a small moment of freedom, and walked up to her mirror, examining her slowly developing body. She also took in her height, still quite tall for her age.
She had recently gone to the doctors, for her annual check-up. According to the doctor, her and her younger brother had grown at a speed that they had yet to witness in their practice. Her younger brother had grown nine inches in three years, while she had grown seven inches in three years. Grinning, she took in her five foot, seven inch frame, curious of as to whether she'd grow to be taller then her mother had been when she had been alive.
Are you going to be staring at the mirror the whole time, or are you going to accompany me on our walk through the nighttime? Gin asked her, poking her head into the doorway. That is a very odd habit you have. And you like to tell others your not as vain as other females. She walked up to Evera, thumping her tail gently against her legs.
Then, letting her wings pick herself up, she let herself land on Evera's shoulders, staring into the mirror with curiosity. I finally get to see the outside world with my own eyes. Gin told Evera, tail twitching with excitement.
Grabbing her phone, and her favorite hiking pack, she stuffed the phone into it, along with several other various objects she refused to leave her home without. Upon finding all she needed, she then found some objects she could leave home without, but was still reluctant to leave behind. Shouldering the pack, she looked at the dragon, keys dangling in her hands. "So, where shall we go?"
Where ever we can go. The silver dragon said eagerly, still clinging to Evera's shoulder.
Looking at the dragon with surprise, Evera laughed. "A tad bit to eager, aren't we?" She teased the young dragon, who, despite her mind, was still no more then an infant. She curled her tail around Evera's neck and pointed her head towards the door.
Off we go!
"To where?"
Where ever!
"To the great beyond?"
Even that!
"You seemed so serious earlier. What happened to you?"
The world. Gin flew off Evera's shoulders, and flapped in mid-air. What young dragon wouldn't be excited to see the world for the first time? Unfortunately, I have no clue as to what clean, fresh air smells of. Shame that my first time tasting air is here, in a very polluted area…
Evera sighed, feeling her sweater bunch up along her arms, due to their length. Thirteen years you have lived, Gin smirked, And you have grown like a weed in that time. I'm curious as to when you will stop growing, too. Isn't the average age for when a female stops growing around twenty-one years? I am eager to learn how tall you will be once you reach that age.
"Picking on my height, are you now?" Evera teased the dragon, gripping its head and giving it a quick kiss, like what she usually did with her cats. Pulling Gins head to her chest, she gave the dragon a hug to its head, letting the rest of Gins body fly while she did so.
Releasing once she was finished, Evera walked towards the door leading to the front of her house, keys clinking all the way. Unlocking the door, she opened it, letting both her and the dragon out, then closing the door. Sticking her blue plated key into the handle, she twisted the keys, locking the door effectively.
Turning around, Evera felt the dragon flying next to her, moving air currents all around itself as she flapped her wings. Looking up and down the streets at the dim streetlights, she walked down the slanted driveway, curiously looking at the dark world laid out before her.
"First time out after dark." She mumbled to Gin, "Usually it's dangerous outside, due to the fact that more creepy people tend to come out at night."
So? Gin, told her, knowing of the danger. I'll just claw out their eyes!
"Maybe," Evera said, "But what if they have guns? You may have the wisdom of a hundred and fifty year old person, but not the body of a dragon that is far larger then you. Or the ability to use fire. Suppose the person has a gun and shoots you?"
Gin snorted, Then I won't let them shoot me.
Evera laughed, cautiously and nervously. Gin was proving to be more reckless then one would think. Before finally leaving the house, she had seemed calm and rational. "I'll be sure to figure out a way to let you outside more often, away from the prying eyes of others." Gin looked at Evera, with wide, excited eyes.
Flitting through the night, Evera saw the dragons scales glitter with every burst of fluorescent light hitting her scales, changing their color to a darker, more blackish, color. Evera took the roads of the neighborhood that she knew so well, unsure of whether she should go through the area that had more houses, or through the streets that had cars running along them almost consistently.
Weighing her options, she opted for the more quiet route, that had sleeping houses, instead of people wide awake, or almost, and driving a car along a busy road. "Just don't make any loud sounds." Evera told Gin cautiously, speaking in a normal voice, but regulating that her volume doesn't change.
You think I plan on disturbing people? Gin asked playfully, What other things do you think I'm going to do on this walk? Break into a house and kill someone?
"Maybe." Evera teased the dragon playfully. "If you could breathe fire, you might set the whole city aflame though." At this, she faked becoming thoughtful, slowing her walk down and putting a hand under her chin. All the while she rested her elbow on her other arm, that was curled around her stomach, just high enough the first arm could touch it.
The dragon snorted, before speaking again. How about instead of planning on how to burn the government down, we continue our walk?
"Kidding, kidding." Evera said, raising her arms to fake resignation. "I wouldn't actually do that. After all, if we did we'd be considered terrorists and charged with betraying America."
Gin snorted, before snaking her way through the air to fly several feet ahead of Evera. You have an interesting name. Shame you don't know why your parents gave you it, since it isn't in your memory.
Gaping at the dragon, Evera closed her mouth again. "For such a wise creature, your constantly changing the subject."
Maybe, Gin gave her thoughts to Evera, But at least I am pondering things, correct?
"I guess." Evera teased her dragon, sticking her tongue out at the silver mammal. Gin ignored her comment, instead flitting around the area, getting a closer view of everything. The dragon, occasionally, would sniff a more foreign object out of curiosity, sometimes acting like a dog in the process.
Seeing the dragon yawn, Evera felt a wave of exhaustion crash over her. "Tired, Gin?" She walked up to the dragon, who had been sniffing several leaves. Reaching out to grab the dragon, and tuck her into Evera's sweater, it flitted out of her hands, and higher up a hill they were on. Gin returned, carrying a dead rabbit in her jaws.
Dropping the rabbit onto the sidewalk, Evera witnessed the dragon dip her jaws closely to the dead animal, blood slowly spilling onto the sidewalk. Gin took a quick sniff of the pitiful, dead creature, before snapping her jaws into the flesh powerfully, ripping meat off the carcass, along with several bones.
Evera jumped in surprised, having never seen an animal outside of her cats eat dead mice or gophers. As she had just learned, there was far more blood in a rabbit then in a mouse or gopher, resulting in several small drops of the same substance to spill onto the sidewalk. They mixed into the already slowly growing pile of blood on the cement. Gin finished the rabbit in several large bites, before flying into Evera's arms, snuggling into them and falling asleep in an instant.
Evera, who had been shocked for a few minutes, slowly grinned. "Good night, Gin."
Walking back to her house carefully, the dragon, despite several large, accidental bumps, remained asleep. Gin even slept through Evera's jingling keys, despite for more sensitive hearing then Evera's. Gently entering the house, and locking the door again, she silently moved back to her position on the couch, now stone-cold, due to an hours walk in the dead of night.
Before falling asleep herself, Evera felt the dragons body heat, warming her from head to toe. As she fell asleep, her grip on the dragon loosened, until her arms finally fell off the shifting dragon.
One more request before I leave!
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