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Originally Posted by Glitch
Here you go Death By Mirrors!
Your brand new farm dragon! Please give it a name <3 |
Oh, lovely! I shall name you... Taivo. It means sky, which I deem quite fitting for a dragon.
Day 1
People tend to romanticize life on an airship, when in fact it's mostly about learning the ropes. You need to adjust your sails to stay afloat, and pay close attention to the skies. Right now they foreboded a thunderstorm. We had recently lost our cook in a strange incident with pirates and a giant cow statue, so I decided to just grab a sandwich before returning to deck. No time for a fancy meal.
I opened the box labeled "bread". It contained a dragon.
A startled, aggressive dragon.
It breathed fire and I made a mental note someone would have to label the box "toast" later on. Hastily I grabbed the first thing within reach for my defense, which turned out to be a spatula. Lightning flashed. Thunder rumbled.
"P-please don't hit me!", the dragon stuttered and quickly hid behind the fridge.
"You can talk?", I wondered. Followed by the more important question: "Hey, do you know how to adjust a sail?"
Another flash of lightning. We had to make it through the storm first. Afterwards there would still be time to investigate the matter. Had some crewmate tried to smuggle their pet aboard? Was it a stowaway? On deck I squinted in the rain. The dragon did a decent job tugging at the sails. It probably wasn't their first time on an airship.
"Who are you?", I shouted against the thunder.
The reply came promptly, "Taivo!"
And that was how we met.