[Kino had heard stories of dragons, sure. But they had also heard stories of angels, devils, demons, monsters of the woods and the oceans—they were all interesting, as Kino found the vast majority of stories they had come across, but at the end of the day they were just that. Thoughts and ideas passed down from one generation to the next, usually for some sort of purpose.
But here, dragons served a very different purpose, one which stepped directly from the legends and into living, breathing reality. The young traveler is a little wide-eyed as they approach the creatures assembled at this particular roost. It's actually the machine they're kept balanced at their side, a well-maintained motorrad, that speaks up first:] I can't believe it!
[Kino can't really either, but one tends to believe their eyes after a good deal of time spent on the road.
The traveler carefully stands Hermes up on his kickstand (to his grumbling complaints) and approaches the small group of dragons. They were actually walking towards where the young man was petting the nose of one of the smaller beasts, with an intent to ask him about it, but another of the younger dragons approached to give them first-hand experience before that. It looms over the kid, snorting and looking at them expectantly. For Kino's credit, they don't look at all frightened—just cautious.
It moves its head closer to them, and Kino pauses briefly before shucking off one of their gloves and gently patting the ridge of its nose. The scales were smooth, faintly warm. The dragon gave what seemed to be an approving rumble.
Kino looks over their shoulder to the other newcomer, a small smile on their face.] They're really incredible — [the kid begins to say before the dragon interrupts, nosing further against Kino's hand. They give the beast another pet.]
That's okay, I'll just watch them from over here! [That voice, which sounded like it should've come from a young boy, sure did just come from the motorcycle sat a short distance away. To confirm that, Kino shoots him a bit of a look.]
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But here, dragons served a very different purpose, one which stepped directly from the legends and into living, breathing reality. The young traveler is a little wide-eyed as they approach the creatures assembled at this particular roost. It's actually the machine they're kept balanced at their side, a well-maintained motorrad, that speaks up first:] I can't believe it!
[Kino can't really either, but one tends to believe their eyes after a good deal of time spent on the road.
The traveler carefully stands Hermes up on his kickstand (to his grumbling complaints) and approaches the small group of dragons. They were actually walking towards where the young man was petting the nose of one of the smaller beasts, with an intent to ask him about it, but another of the younger dragons approached to give them first-hand experience before that. It looms over the kid, snorting and looking at them expectantly. For Kino's credit, they don't look at all frightened—just cautious.
It moves its head closer to them, and Kino pauses briefly before shucking off one of their gloves and gently patting the ridge of its nose. The scales were smooth, faintly warm. The dragon gave what seemed to be an approving rumble.
Kino looks over their shoulder to the other newcomer, a small smile on their face.] They're really incredible — [the kid begins to say before the dragon interrupts, nosing further against Kino's hand. They give the beast another pet.]
That's okay, I'll just watch them from over here! [That voice, which sounded like it should've come from a young boy, sure did just come from the motorcycle sat a short distance away. To confirm that, Kino shoots him a bit of a look.]