One week after all the dragon eggs had hatched, things had finally begun to calm down, and it was becoming clear that their intention to poach a few Immortals for the Tiny World had been successful.
Mark, Nate and Jim had left the first day after playing with the baby dragons for a bit. But Nyan, Geoff and Brother Chin remained happily in the space, using the mana gathering arrays to help improve their progression towards the peak of the Immortal Spirit stage.
All of them still had work to do, two of them because they had been injured and reborn, and Nyan simply had a terrible advancent rate after she reached Immortality.
Her System, wasn't great, as far as Immortal Rank was concerned, and she had only recently managed to advance her class with the Class Change Obelisk that Karl had created for the Clan.
So, she had a lot of work to do.
Karl rolled over to look out the window of his room, scanning over the
grasslands and the lake area of the Tiny World, where hatchling dragons flew in every direction, learning to explore their new surroundings.
They were all curiosity now that they could stay awake for more than a few minutes at a ti, and they had moved from the 'demanding food constantly' phase to the 'demanding answers constantly' phase of their early developnt. Naturally, the questions were about anything and everything that a young dragon might be curious about. Why they could fly in air but not in water. Why the air and the grass were different temperatures. Why lightning dragons didn't taste like forest dragons.
That one was almost certainly Cara's fault, Tessa had decided.
The badger had definitely licked one of every species of dragon after they hatched, so that she could add it to her ntal repository. So, the little ones had followed her lead, taste testing everything.
In so ways, it was helpful to their developnt.
They needed to learn the things that they liked and did not like. But having them constantly testing things that should not be eaten was beginning to stress out the handlers.
Karl laughed at the antics of the little ones outside, and then wrapped his arms around Dana, who was still sleeping soundly beside him.
Rustling in the rafters drew his attention, and Karl looked up to see Opal sleeping on a hammock, with with looked like a painter's easel set up on the rafter beside her. Was she planning to make a painting of sothing that she saw last night?
Well the joke was on her.
By the ti that they had returned to their room, both of them had been so exhausted that they hadn't done anything but sleep. Even now, they were still in their most comfortable pyjamas.
Karl cast his mind out over the space, looking for any signs of trouble, and found that almost everything was under control.
The only current issues were that the forest dragons in the tree fort were reluctant to get up for breakfast, too comfortable to let hunger rule them this early, and that one female Divine Lightning Dragon hatchling had managed to sneak into Nyan's bed, so that she could nap next to Geoff.
She refused to believe that he was not one of the other hatchlings, and had decided that not only was he of her species, but he should be the most promising of all of them.
So, she was determined that she must remain in his presence to learn his secrets.
However, Nyan had no intention of letting soone else steal her Geoff, so that had turned into her sharing a bed with two small dragons.
She had explained many tis that Geoff was older, and that he was injured, which caused him to regress to a smaller size, but the little dragon hadn't ever heard of anything like that before, and simply assud that she was lying to keep the prodigy all to herself.
The fact that Nyan was overly protective of Geoff was not helping her case.
And then there was the case of the escaping black dragon.
As the ultimate introvert, and an adherent of the God of Death, he saw no particular reason to be near the other hatchlings unless there was a lesson being taught, and routinely wandered off to follow soone who was doing interesting things.
Not to accompany them, or interact with them.
No, he just wanted to fly or waddle along after them to see what they were doing.
The kitchen staff were his most common targets, as they slled like blood most of the ti, as they were constantly preparing fresh at. However, he was also a fan of trying to find Rae, and figure out what she was up to, or following Thor to the training ground, where he would watch the behemoth practice his combat skills.
This morning, he had not gone far, and he was in the complex under the mountain, watching the kitchen staff butcher chickens for the morning al.
{Hey, what are those flat things?} He asked.
"Tortillas for the breakfast burritos. I don't know if your stomach can handle that yet"
{They sll good, like ash and fire.)
"Crap, I burnt one. Well, how about I scrape the burnt part off and you can try it?" The chef suggested.
The little dragon nodded. {That should be good. It's definitely dead now. Very
burnt.}
The cook wasn't sure if she should laugh or cry at being comnded for burning a tortilla she was supposed to be warming. But she scraped the char off and gave the little dragon a bite.
{It's... chewy? But not at chewy. Tastes like not at, and a bit of fire. I approve. Do you put the chicken in there? Chicken would be good with this.} "Yes, the chicken, or sausage, and so potato and egg, and hot sauce."
{Hot sauce? You made fire into a sauce? I must have this.}
The chef laughed and cut one of the burritos into halves.
"Here, try so, but don't bla if you get a sore tummy."
The black dragon picked the piece of breakfast burrito up with both front
claws and bit down on it.
{FIRE! Oh, this is bliss. Yes, we must have more of these. And at. More at. Is the at ready?}
The elf just sighed in dismay. Making piles of raw at for the hatchlings was
so much easier than cooking proper als for a hundred more mouths was
going to be.
"Yes, we have plenty of at ready. But you know the rule, you have to wait until breakfast is served before you get any. You only got a bite of burrito early
because you never tried it before."
{That's a dumb rule. There is at, I can sll it.}
"Once you're grown enough that you can make your own breakfast, you can
negotiate changes to the rules with the matron."
{Then it's never changing. That dragon is scary.}
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