Thirty Days of Drabbles - Day Sixteen
Teal shaded her eyes against the bright sun, as the other dragon's Companion walked carefully along his patron's outstretched, razor sharp, metallic, and surely screamingly hot scales, stepping lightly with bare feet, the knife extended in front of him.
"Dragon," she asked her own patron, "what is he do... Oh, by the Lifebringer!" The Companion pressed the knife between a pair of scales. There was a nasty squealing sound and he removed the blade, a wiggling, pale, maggot like creature the size of a hedgehog impaled upon it. He shook it off and landed on the ground with a sickly squelch. "What is that?"
A parasite common to this warm latitude, he replied.
"Why is he the one that has to hunt those things?"
Who else would a dragon trust to come so close with a weapon?
For once, Teal was very glad for Cymry's terrible weather.
"Dragon," she asked her own patron, "what is he do... Oh, by the Lifebringer!" The Companion pressed the knife between a pair of scales. There was a nasty squealing sound and he removed the blade, a wiggling, pale, maggot like creature the size of a hedgehog impaled upon it. He shook it off and landed on the ground with a sickly squelch. "What is that?"
A parasite common to this warm latitude, he replied.
"Why is he the one that has to hunt those things?"
Who else would a dragon trust to come so close with a weapon?
For once, Teal was very glad for Cymry's terrible weather.