Charolette giggled, both with nerves and happiness. The dragon, when it wasn't attacking her friends, was actually kind of....dare she say it, cute. "Guess it likes me..."
Charolette swore she heard its stomach rumble. That's when her puppy-dog-baby-voice started to kick in. "Aww, is the wittle dragon got hungies? Yes he does! YES HE DOES!!!" She turned to Tom, "Do you think we could catch a squirrel or something for it to eat?"
"Not in the woods, If we can get him to my house we have some mice in the barn that need caught." Looking at the creatures wing he didn't know if moving him would hurt him even more. "Where do you think his mom is?"
"Hopefully a good ways away from here, if we're planning on kidnapping her baby. But we don't know how dragon maternity is, maybe it's normal for dragons to abandon their young." At least, this is what Charolette wanted to believe. She couldn't stand the idea of a mother abandoning her child. "Do you think it might have some kind of....it might have something wrong with it? Like it can't fly, or it can't eat, or something?"
"I guess we'll find out. Though I think there is something wrong with its wing. Are you okay with carring it? I don't think it likes me very much." Tom really didn't want to get bit again. looking at his finger it wasn't bleeding anymore but it looked rather nasty.
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"Sure, I'll carry the little guy," Charollete said, cradling the dragon closer to her chest. It seemed to be warming up to her, and any fear she had of it biting her dissapeared. "So, we're taking it to your place for a little mice din-dins...where do you live?"
"Just on the outside of town, there is a small farm. and that is me." Tom smiled briefly then started studding the dragon. "It really seems to like you." He commented absently.
"Yeah. One of my mideval ancestors must've been a dragon whisperer!" The dragons' reptilian eyes were filled with love when it looked at her, as if she was its long-lost mother. "I wonder how old it is..."
"My ancestors must have been dragon slayers by how much it seems to hate me." Wggling his fingers at the dragon he jumped backwhen it tried to bite him yet again. Tom chuckled. "Impossiable to tell the age. It is young for a dragon though it has to be concidering the size. however that dosen't mean that it still couldn't be older than both of us combined."
"Yeah, who knows how old it is. Sure acts like a baby, though," Charolette said as it nuzzled against her chest, soflty roaring almost like a cat purrs. "It'll probably warm up to you with time, especially after you feed it! Speaking of that, are we almost there?"
Tom could see his house in the distance. Pointing he said " There it is. We have to go around the back though. I can't let my dad see you or the dragon. He would freak."
"Well, anyone would," Charolette pointed out. The dragon was still "purring", and Charollete tried to shush it and hold its mouth shut. "Be quiet, ok, little guy?" Somehow, the dragon seemed to understand, and was silent. "Ok, we're ready."
Tom sighed "Okay stay right behind me and stay quiet." crouching down Tom silently ran from tree to tree through the side yard around to the back where the barn was located running up to the door he quickly shoved it open ushering Charlotte inside.
Charolette was initially appalled by the "barn smell", but she got used to it, instead fussing over the dragon some more. The dragon was already starting to perk up at the sound of mice sqeauking and retreating into their corners at the arrival of a potential predator. The dragon sniffed the air, opening and closing its mouth, and starting to squirm in Charolette's embrace. "Should I let him go?" Charolette said with a laugh.
"Yea sure... I guess." Tom kept glancing out the window hoping that his father wouldn't come out. Tom turned to the dragon. "You stay quiet or else I'm dead." He wispered. He was suprised to see that the dragon was actually paying attention.
The dragon, when it realized Charolette had released it from her embrace, flew around the barn, begining to hunt down mice like the predator it was at heart. Charolette was a bit repulsed by rat corpses hanging from its jaw ay first, but she grew to appreciate the cold beauty of nature. "Tom, you seeing this? A dragon in action....it's incedible!"
Tom cringed away. "Tell me when it's over." Turning away he went to go feed the other animals they had housed in the barn. Tom felt his stomache heave at the sight of the mangled corpses of the rats. "Well there went the rat problem he mutted as he stroked the mare on the other end of the small barn.
The dragon starting getting lathargic and tired, its wings flapped feeblily as it sank to the ground. "That's enough mutilated rats for one day," cooed Charolette, scooping it back up into her arms. Seeing that it had fallen asleep, she asked Tom, "So, what should we do with it now? Can it sleep in the barn?"
Tom shrugged. "I dont see why not." He grabbed a section of hay and put it down in the corner. "Here you go you can sleep here." He patted the hay. "See nice and cozy. You can come back in the morning I guess." Tom said gazing up to Charolette.
"Well," Charolette mused, triyng to find some way to stay here. "Maybe...someone should stay with the dragon in here? I mean, we don't know that it'll stay here all night, and your dad would probably get suspicious if you stay in the barn all night. I could just call my parents and say I'm at a friend's house, they'll probably be ok with that."