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[7] UNINVITED GUEST

October 19th, XX19

6:00 PM

As the pink sunset shines into the loungeroom, Orie sits at the loungeroom dining table behind the sofa, right next to the front window.

Her left arm is still broken, but that's not stopping her from sloppily attempting to eat cheesecake with a fork in her RIGHT hand.

ORIE: "Gah! Why is this so difficult!!!"

She carefully positions her fork over the end of the slice and as slowly as she can, moves downward into the cheesecake.

She succeeds, going through the graham cracker crust on the bottom. But when she tries to pull the bit of cheesecake up, her unbalanced fork holding sent the whole fork and cheesecake bit to the floor.

ORIE: "Nooooooo!"

;I enchant this cheesecake to feed itself to me, right this instant!;

In response, the cheesecake slice lifts up into the air quickly and crams itself down Orie's mouth.

ORIE: "MOOOHH!!!! FSHTAHPH ITH!!!!!!"

She quickly gets up, almost collapsing, being unbalanced on 3 limbs. She limps over to the refrigerator past the sofa and around the corner to the hallway door.

Orie opens the fridge door, then opens and pours a can of root beer down her throat to help get the cheesecake down and also taking big gulps.

After a moment she coughs and collapses to the floor, finally able to swallow the whole slice of cheesecake.

ORIE: "Alright. Honestly, I deserved that."

Her voice is more raspy and breathy now, probably because she had to swallow a whole slice of cheesecake.

Phoenix emerges from the hallway and turns to her left to look around the corner at Orie.

PHOENIX: "Woah, what happened in here?"

Orie coughs again.

ORIE: "Tried enchanting a slice of cheesecake to feed itself to me."

PHOENIX: "Sweet Myrka, Orie, how do you keep finding ways for your sorcery to almost kill you? Weren't you taught anything about your magic?"

ORIE: "No, not really... I had been raised by an idnagol. Not a myrkur. Idnagols don't know that much when it comes to how myrkuran sorcery works. All they know is that it does."

PHOENIX: "What about your parent who WAS a myrkur?"

ORIE: "What do you mean?"

PHOENIX: "I mean, uh. Of course one of your parents was a Myrkur. You look like an Idnagol, but you also have Myrkuran sorcery. You got that from your family, right?"

ORIE: "I don't understand..."

PHOENIX: "Who raised you? Your hatchparent? Your guardparent?"

ORIE: "Hatchparent? ...Guardparent....?"

Orie stares at Phoenix, completely lost on what she's saying.

PHOENIX: "OH MY GOD, Orie! Had no one taught you about this?"

ORIE: "Not exactly... I know the words, but... I don't really know what they mean."

PHOENIX: "Oh my god. Do I really have to give the talk to a fully grown dragon?"

ORIE: "The talk?"

Phoenix sighs.

PHOENIX: "Fine. Okay, so. We as a species are different from most other life. Most other life need a 'female' and 'male' to reproduce...

However, we're not so much like that, as all of us typically have both uhhhh... parts for reproduction."

ORIE: "Uhm... so what does... this... have to do with hatchparents and guardparents?"

Phoenix begins to blush a little bit.

PHOENIX: "SHUT UP! I'M GETTING TO IT!"

ORIE: "Alright..."

PHOENIX: "Anyway, to cut it short and not get into any... awkward bits... when a dragon lays the egg, they are called the hatchparent. Whereas the other one in the... relationship is the guardparent.

Hatchparents tend to care more directly for the egg itself, hence they're called the hatchparent. Guardparents tend to be less closely protective of the egg, but more so the whole family unit.

Though this doesn't describe ALL cases. Sometimes the guardparent can be more protective of the egg itself, and the hatchparent more protective of the family, but the way I described first is the typical relationship."

ORIE: "Huh... So, do you have a hatchparent or guardparent?"

PHOENIX: "Well... no... unless you count... nevermind."

Phoenix squints her eyes and shakes her head.

PHOENIX: "Anyway, who were you raised by?"

ORIE: "Well, I was raised by-"

A knock interrupts the two dragons as they look toward the door frame where the knock was. Behind the door frame stands a shortish pine green looking old dragon. Her long lime green and curly mane waves in the wind. Her white horns show mysterious markings etched into them, almost as if they were in a different language. She holds a dark bag over her right shoulder and near her wing.

TAFLA: "Hellooooo! Am I disturbing you two?"

Orie smiles wide as she sees this dragon and jumps up, limping toward her and she clears her throat from all cheesecake residue leftover.

ORIE: "TALFA!!!!"

TAFLA: "Come now, Orie! You know it's 'Taf-la' and not 'Tal-fa!'"

ORIE: "I know, I'm teasing!"

Orie goes in for a hug with Tafla, but avoiding using her left arm for the hug.

TAFLA: "Orie! What happened to your arm??"

ORIE: "Oh... myrkuran sorcery... as usual..."

Tafla sighs and lets Orie go.

TAFLA: "I told you to be careful with that magic."

Phoenix thinks of saying "So did I, Orie" but she doesn't want to be rude in front of a new dragon.

TAFLA: "Oh, if only your hatchparent were here. He's a-"

ORIE: "Yeah, I know he's a healing sorcerer, Tafla. You've told me every time I got Injured."

Phoenix goes up to Tafla and holds her right hand out for a handshake.

PHOENIX: "Hi, Tafla? I'm Phoenix. So, you're Orie's... hatchparent?"

TAFLA: "Well, of course. I'm her adoptive hatchparent. Her caretaker, if you will."

PHOENIX: "Oh, whatever happened to her biological hatchparent?"

Tafla’s expression widens and she quiets to a whisper.

TAFLA: "Uh... ehehehh... well... they... they’re still alive, if that's what you're asking... but..."

Tafla gets close to Phoenix's ear and shoots a small look at Orie with her white eyes as if to ask her to not read her mind. Orie nods and looks away.

TAFLA: "I don't want to upset Orie by bringing this up around her... let's just say for now that her hatchparent gave her to me to keep her safe, and her guardparent is uhm..."

PHOENIX: "No need for the rest, I know her."

TAFLA: "How do you know Perseus?"

Phoenix seems to flinch at the sound of that name.

PHOENIX: "I... uh... well... she is the myrkuran queen... and I am a myrkur."

Phoenix feels the beginning of an anxiety attack coming on.

TAFLA: "Oh, you really ARE a myrkur! I thought it was my eyesight already going bad or you were an idnagol shapeshifted as a myrkur. Orie's hatchparent used to-"

Tafla looks over at Orie, who's now staring at the two.

TAFLA: "Oh... sorry, I shouldn't talk about that right now.."

PHOENIX: "Yeah... probably not..."

ORIE: "So... Tafla, what brings you to the den?"

TAFLA: "I couldn't miss your first hatchday on your own, Orie!"

ORIE: "Oh yeah! That's in only a couple of days, right?"

TAFLA: "Actually it's in 6 days!"

Phoenix looks away toward the hallway and closes her eyes.

ORIE: "How long are you staying?"

TAFLA: "Hrm... how long do you want me to stay?"

ORIE: "However long you want!"

TAFLA: "Well, in that case, I'll stay here until the 31st!"

ORIE: "Oke! That sounds good! I'm so glad you're visiting, Talfa"

TAFLA: "Oh, since I'm going to be here for a while, I'm glad I brought my trusty dimensional bag with my runestone equipment!"

Phoenix looks back toward Tafla, but not directly at her.

PHOENIX: "You're a runic sorcerer?"

TAFLA: "Of course. Didn't you see the markings on my horns?"

She points to her horns.

PHOENIX: "Sorry, I'm not familiar with idnagol magic."

TAFLA: "Oh, Orie, I've got some presents for your hatchday! But they're only for your HATCHDAY. You better not look in my mind or in the future to see what they are, otherwise you'd spoil the surprise!"

ORIE: "Well, duh!"

Phoenix starts to feel tears forming as she slinks away from Tafla and Orie and starts into the hallway.

ORIE: "I love surprises, why would I spoil HATCHDAY surpri- Hey wait Phoenix, where are you going?"

Phoenix ignores Orie and continues into the hallway.

ORIE: "Sorry, one second Tafla. Phoenix!"

Orie walks toward the hall doorway and peeks her head in.

ORIE: "Phoenix? Are you okay?"

Phoenix ignores her again, and walks into her room, tears dripping from her snout.

ORIE: "Phoenix..."

Orie steps back toward Tafla and sighs.

TAFLA: "Is she... always like that?"

ORIE: "Well, a lot of the time, yeah. I think something happened before we met that messed her up mentally, really badly. Now she tends to take her anger and sadness out on me. We're friends though, so it's okay."

TAFLA: "That's not friendship. That's just mean. She shouldn't do that to you even if she's suffering..."

ORIE: "No, it's not like that. I know there's good in her, she just has a hard shell she hides behind. I'm trying to help her break out of that shell, and I think I'm doing well so far."

TAFLA: "I know you mean well, Orie. I really do. But I wish you wouldn't let others do that to you, no matter if you KNOW they don't mean it with your mind reading."

ORIE: "I know... but Phoenix is different. I know she cares a lot about me. I want to just show her a friendly face and that I care for her, flaws and all."

Tafla sighs and closes her eyes for a moment.

TAFLA: "Alright... I trust she isn't as mean as you say..."

She puts her hand on Orie's chest.

TAFLA: "I just want to make sure you take care of yourself first, Orie... okay?"

ORIE: "Yes ma'am."

Tafla and Orie hug each other again, and afterward, Orie talks about setting up an air mattress in the loungeroom.

While Tafla gets settled into the den, Phoenix lays in her room bawling her eyes out on her mattress while Arakados and the laptop are nowhere to be seen.

Phoenix doesn't feel safe around herself right now.

She puts her claws around her neck for a moment and then shakes her head, pulling them away from her neck and around a pillow.

PHOENIX: "N... no..."

She hugs the pillow close to her body and continues crying silently, for if Orie heard, she'd probably come in.

After a couple moments of being silent, through a broken voice, Phoenix casts a spell.

PHOENIX: ;I enchant myself to not be conscious for... 10 hours.;

Suddenly, Phoenix's body goes limp and her crying fades a bit.

Her grip on the pillow fades and she sleeps through tears for the rest of the night.

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