Tom sighed, "I guess your right. You sure your okay with sleeping in a barn? You won't get scared? And you know it gets cold in here right?" Tom really didn't like the idea of forcing her to sleep in a drafty barn all night.
Honestly, she was never very outdoors-y, but she did want to make sure the dragon would be ok. "Yeah, I'm fine with it. Maybe if you had a blanket or something I could use...but I have a coat and I don't mind the barn, so it's fine!"
(((bumpidy dump bump?))
((Sorry I forgot about this.))
Tom shook his head. "I can't ask you to stay out here all night. At least not alone. Wait here, I'll be right back." With that Tom ran out of the barn and torwards his bedroom window. he slid the window up and climbed through. Trying not to make enough noise to bring his father into his room.
Charolette, stroking the slumbering dragon absentmindedly, tried to follow Tom's trek to his house, but lost him after he climbed through the window. Was he going to stay with her in the barn all night? A small voice inside her hoped so, but that might just be because the barn was starting to get creepier and creepier as it got darker. What did she have to be afraid, of, though, she told herself, I've got this big, strong dragon to protect me!
Tom grabbed a couple of blankets from his closet, and the pillows off of his bed. throwing them in a bag leaving them by his window he crept out of his room down the hall to the kitchen where he saw his dad passed out with a bottle in his hand. "figures." he muttered as he slowly backed out of the kitchen and back to his room. grabbing the bag of pillows and blanket he hopped through the window and jugged back to the barn. "Okay well my dad won't be awake until morning and when he does he is going to have a hangover like no tomorrow." Tom stated as he walked back into the barn. "So how is the little baby?"
Charolette would've said something about Tom's dad, but thankfully, he drew the attention away from his family issues and back to the dragon, still peacefully slumbering away. "Seems good. Hey, do we know if its a boy or a girl?"
Tom grimised. "There is only one way to tell." leaning down to tun the dragon over. "sorry little guy... or girl" after searching the creatures stomach for a moment he looked at Charolette "I am fairly certain that we have us a baby girl here." he said with a smile.
Charolette laughed. "Since when are you an expert on dragon anatomy?" The overturned dragon starting to toss and turn, and, maternal instincts kicking in again, Charollet swept it back into her arms, where it settled back down. "Now at least I can call it "sweetie" without sounding insulting. Well, now that we know that its a girl, should we give it a name?"
Tom faltered for a moment unsure. "I... I don't know. It is probably best that we not get attached..." He let the though fade as he stared at the little lizard, he quite literaly felt his heart melt. "Ah why not. You name her."
((Oh almost forgot. I am not going to have internet access until Sunday. Sorry for any inconvienence))
((it's fine, I'm busy this weekend too, thanks for telling me!!!))
Charolette blushed, almost as though she was about to name her own child. "Okay...How about....Fantasia?"
((this rp is NOT dead, just.....hibernating.....for the weekend...))
Tom grinned. "Fantasia it is then. Where do you think she came from?" He popped down on the ground and started absently playing with a bit of grass.
"Who knows? You'd think someone would notice if there were suddenly dragons flying around. Some kind of magic, maybe? Or space aliens?" Charolette started to laugh ridiculously. "Heck, I don't know. It's a freakin' dragon!"
Tom smiled, "Yea I guess that was kind of a dumb question." Leaning back agaist one of the hay bushles he felt himself starting to relax. reaching a hand torward the dragon he fluttered his fingers. "Do you still hate me?" he asked the small creature.
Twisting its limbs in slight discomfort, the dragon sneezed in its sleep, covering Tom's fluttering fingers with sticky green baby dragon snot. Charolette giggled, "I guess that's a 'yes', then? Or maybe a no. I don't speak dragon sneezes."
Tom gagged, "That is discusting." walking outside to the hose he turned it on and washed the green slime off of his hands. Walking back he sighed. "Why do animals always hate me? I never did anything to them."
"Oh, it's not you, it's just some weird animal thing. Animals just happen to like me, it's nothing personal..." Charlotte sat in silent thought for a few moments, when a thought hit her. "This will sound crazy, but should we be looking for the dragon's owner? It's not too likely it's someone's pet, but its just as sane as any other reason for finding a dragon in the woods."
Tom laughed. "Well I don't think it would be wise for us to go around asking people if they have lost a dragon. They would think that we were insane." Looking out the door Tom could see the sun begining to touch the horizon it would soon be dark. "Are you sure your parents are okay with you staying the night? I don't want you to get in trouble for this.