There was a relief that washed over Drakon as he watched Adra. He thought he would fight back. Give some excuse that this is beyond his pay grade or even how dangerous it is. Drakon at this moment, saw a part of Adra that he didn't see before. Someone who through away rewards and orders to do something that felt right. Birthright? Legacy? Drakon felt a warm sensation wrap around him. Butterflies. Or was that comfort? For the time being, Drakon eased his cold face with a light smile. His protector wasn't half bad. Maybe there was more to him than his father's lackey. But behind the firm and committed voice, Drakon could see something in Adra for but a moment. Someone who Drakon felt safe with.
Then he snapped back into reality. Adra was still in protector mode. All he cared about was that Drakon was safe. Over the years of knowing who Adra was, he would do everything in his power to make sure his quest and mission were complete. Whether it was keeping Drakon safe or returning him to his father. If the opportunity arose, would Adra leave Drakon to his father or would he stay as a friend? Thoughts rushed throughout Drakon's mind. Countless thoughts. Protecting dragon eggs, his father's respect, family tradition, legacy, birthright, Adra.
Drakon's body tighten as he heard Adra's firmness in words. He was on board but the responsibility of doing it right was written in stone along Adra's face. [color=#008e02]"I'm not some child who doesn't understand the weight in this situation...."[/color] Drakon responded quickly. There it was...back to normal between the two. He turned to face the eggs again as a small grin formed along his face.
[color=#008e02]"Thank you....we should move camp here for the night." [/color] Drakon had determination. A newly lit fire beneath him. A goal. A mission. Legacy to uphold.
Through the remaining night, both took turns gathering their camp supplies and moved toward the cave. After a restless few hours. Drakon would fall to slumber due to fatigue. His body and attention didn't leave the site of the eggs. Even in sleep his hand still grasp a few of the eggs, to shelter them. To keep them warm.
Then he snapped back into reality. Adra was still in protector mode. All he cared about was that Drakon was safe. Over the years of knowing who Adra was, he would do everything in his power to make sure his quest and mission were complete. Whether it was keeping Drakon safe or returning him to his father. If the opportunity arose, would Adra leave Drakon to his father or would he stay as a friend? Thoughts rushed throughout Drakon's mind. Countless thoughts. Protecting dragon eggs, his father's respect, family tradition, legacy, birthright, Adra.
Drakon's body tighten as he heard Adra's firmness in words. He was on board but the responsibility of doing it right was written in stone along Adra's face. [color=#008e02]"I'm not some child who doesn't understand the weight in this situation...."[/color] Drakon responded quickly. There it was...back to normal between the two. He turned to face the eggs again as a small grin formed along his face.
[color=#008e02]"Thank you....we should move camp here for the night." [/color] Drakon had determination. A newly lit fire beneath him. A goal. A mission. Legacy to uphold.
Through the remaining night, both took turns gathering their camp supplies and moved toward the cave. After a restless few hours. Drakon would fall to slumber due to fatigue. His body and attention didn't leave the site of the eggs. Even in sleep his hand still grasp a few of the eggs, to shelter them. To keep them warm.
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