"A blue box?" Keman asked, raising an eyebrow. "How does it fly? Magic?" Boxes weren't the most aerodynamic things he'd ever seen, and as someone who had wings himself, he thought he knew aerodynamics pretty well. But if John said a box flew, he supposed it flew. He had no reason to doubt him, after all.
He snorted humorlessly into his food. An image of Myre had come into his mind's eye, and he couldn't help rolling his eyes a bit. Curious. Right. "Most of the dragons in the Lair are stupid and lazy. They don't go any further than they absolutely need to to hunt. If they didn't need to eat, I don't imagine that they'd ever leave their houses at all! But a few of us are. My mother, for instance, loves to go out among the two-leggers." Keman grinned, suddenly excited. "I'd like that, I really would. Our world isn't the greatest place, but it's home. I'd like to show it to you."
Why had he run away? It felt so long ago, but it had only been a year or so, hadn't it? It felt like so much had happened since then. Spending all those months looking for Shana, finding her, traveling with Valyn and Shadow...he sighed, missing them more than ever. He'd never gotten to say goodbye to his sister, and he was pretty sure that Shadow had gone now, too. Valyn was still here, but even he was more absent these days. Maybe he hadn't really gotten over his fight after all.
"That's another long story, I'm afraid. You see, elves and humans are cross-fertile, and their offspring are more powerful than either parent. They present the only real threat to the elves' power. Two thousand years ago, the halfbloods rebelled and nearly wiped out the elven lords. Ever since then, the elves have been terrified of halfbloods. They sterilize their concubines, and any halfbloods that are conceived are killed on sight. The mother too, usually. Still, some get away. Sixteen years ago, my mother was out in the desert when she found a heavily pregnant human woman, a concubine who had managed to escape before she could be killed. The woman was really bad off and she died in childbirth, but the baby lived. Mother took her back to the lair and raised us together, even though she's not Kin." He smiled. "Her name's Lashana. I named her. She's my foster sister, and I would die for her. But the other dragons in the Lair were afraid of her, and how powerful she was getting. Last year, they banished her. I ran away to be with her. It took me half a year to find her, but now that I have, I've been living like this," he gestured vaguely down to his very non-dragony body "pretty much ever since. As her halfblood brother. So it wasn't too much of a shock when I woke up here like this."
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He snorted humorlessly into his food. An image of Myre had come into his mind's eye, and he couldn't help rolling his eyes a bit. Curious. Right. "Most of the dragons in the Lair are stupid and lazy. They don't go any further than they absolutely need to to hunt. If they didn't need to eat, I don't imagine that they'd ever leave their houses at all! But a few of us are. My mother, for instance, loves to go out among the two-leggers." Keman grinned, suddenly excited. "I'd like that, I really would. Our world isn't the greatest place, but it's home. I'd like to show it to you."
Why had he run away? It felt so long ago, but it had only been a year or so, hadn't it? It felt like so much had happened since then. Spending all those months looking for Shana, finding her, traveling with Valyn and Shadow...he sighed, missing them more than ever. He'd never gotten to say goodbye to his sister, and he was pretty sure that Shadow had gone now, too. Valyn was still here, but even he was more absent these days. Maybe he hadn't really gotten over his fight after all.
"That's another long story, I'm afraid. You see, elves and humans are cross-fertile, and their offspring are more powerful than either parent. They present the only real threat to the elves' power. Two thousand years ago, the halfbloods rebelled and nearly wiped out the elven lords. Ever since then, the elves have been terrified of halfbloods. They sterilize their concubines, and any halfbloods that are conceived are killed on sight. The mother too, usually. Still, some get away. Sixteen years ago, my mother was out in the desert when she found a heavily pregnant human woman, a concubine who had managed to escape before she could be killed. The woman was really bad off and she died in childbirth, but the baby lived. Mother took her back to the lair and raised us together, even though she's not Kin." He smiled. "Her name's Lashana. I named her. She's my foster sister, and I would die for her. But the other dragons in the Lair were afraid of her, and how powerful she was getting. Last year, they banished her. I ran away to be with her. It took me half a year to find her, but now that I have, I've been living like this," he gestured vaguely down to his very non-dragony body "pretty much ever since. As her halfblood brother. So it wasn't too much of a shock when I woke up here like this."