Who knows how the hatchling found himself on the balcony of the shop. He truly had no idea. All he knew upon waking was his mother wasn’t present.
This information, coupled with panicked dizziness, ultimately led to the young dovah’s fall. With a yelp, Naar fell from the balcony and landed on the dirt with a loud grunt. It was quite a fall. One that made him lose his breath.
His sides heaved with the effort of refilling his lungs. Jaws parted, he tried sucking air in through his mouth as well. There wasn’t much pain. Not yet. Not while he laid still.
Jae had been looking through her journal, making sure she had completed her list of things to do for the day as Luci held her hand, swinging their arms back and forth as they walked. They had luckily found a new set of robes for Luci for relatively cheap. Her old ones were getting to be too short for her, plus she had just put a nice rip in them from climbing the trees in the court yard. If it hadn’t been for the fact Jae had been the same way when she was the girl’s age she would have been angry.
The mage had also found one of her school books, much to her relief. She had a paper due within the next month and she needed to get it done soon. Now all they needed to do was to purchase some more stationary for the both of them and then-
The thud in front of her and Luci’s squeak of surprise had Jae dropping her journal in an instant, placing herself between her daughter and the… rather large squirming lizard in the middle of the road. She looked at the poor dear, confused more than anything. What on Nirn?
“Alma!” Luci chirped, peeking out from behind her, “Alma it’s a dragon! A little baby one!”
Jae pushed Lucina back gently, “Hush dear. Stay behind me,” baby or no, dragons were not something to mess with. She had only seen adult ones before, and luckily very far away from her person, so to see a little one, and so close had her on edge. There was a mother to this one, no?
But it seemed to struggle for breath. It didn’t move very much either. She stepped forward slowly, crouching down to get a better look. She always did have a soft spot for animals. “Alma, is it hurt?”
“I am not sure,” she said quietly, placing a gentle hand on its side. It was oddly soft. How peculiar.