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I apologize to everyone about the lateness, though I'm trying to get back into the habit of working on this. I'll try to update again as soon as possible.
Learning:
At first, the dragon was not sure if the rocking he could feel was from the cave itself or his own nerves. After all, it did not seem like he would be getting out of here anytime soon. The two-legged had only come back to sit on that tree-rock, and on occasion, count strange shimmering rocks, which he would always put back in a brown pouch before he left the tree-cave. Though, on some times when the child took it to be night [the little star seemed brighter in its ball], he would find the two-legged staring at him as though considering a particularly puzzling object.
However, the time in the little box was not without its perks. The two-legged fed him often, making sure that he did not starve, and when he seemed to pick up on the little dragon's tastes, he made sure that it was to his liking. He also saw more than just the one two-legged, who would do some sort of strange back-and-forth with other humans, and eventually, the child could pick up on generally what was going on during these exchanges. The tall-skinny-black-haired one was often the one that his captor would be angry with, and the pudgy-looking light-haired human was the one that his would talk in pleased tones with. And, after a while, the sounds started to form into words. The little golden stones were called 'coins', or 'money', and what he always sat on was called a 'chair', the one he would do things on was a 'table'. The thing that the dragon himself was in was called a 'cage', and the place that they were in was referred to as a 'ship', whatever that meant [it was honestly a little frustrating to keep hearing this term and not know what it looked like]. Nonetheless, the word that fascinated him the most was the one they had for the little star. It was called a 'flame', 'fire', or a 'light'. Although, it also irritated him. Why have so many names for the same thing? Didn't these two-leggeds ever get confused?
Though, for the life of him, the hatchling could not wrap his own green snout around the sounds. However, his desire to mimic was more out of the want to do it too, rather than display it to the two-leggeds. He had a feeling that it wouldn't go over well. So the small reptile played quiet, merely surveying the world outside of his little section of the tree-cave.