 Attempting to jump in Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll
Sydney Masters was not the nurturing, motherly type, but she was mildly intrigued by this assignment. It would've liked it better if it involved hatching an actual dragon - imagine the havoc she could wreak with one of those! - but who knew? It might be fun… or at least informative. Maybe there was a way to charm the dragon plush to breathe actual fire or bite people? Now that would be a useful plush! She supposed she’d find out when it hatched.
The blonde had been here all along, sitting quietly in the back. She had no questions so far. At Professor Paton’s instruction, she got up to retrieve her dragon egg, picking up the first one she saw. If they all looked alike, what was the point in being picky? She carried the egg back to her seat, glancing at the hints on the board. She had no aversion to any breed of dragon. Some of the actions required to hatch said breeds? Not so much. She wasn’t fond of flying, running, or sparkly things, so a Hungarian Horntail, Peruvian Vipertooth, or Antipodean Opaleye seemed unlikely.
Of the other breeds, Sydney was most drawn to the Swedish Short-snout or the Common Welsh Green. She liked the Swedish Short-snout because it matched her wand core; the Common Welsh Green mainly because she wanted to perform an experiment. It was nothing unethical. She just wanted to know if different types of music could affect the Common Welsh Green’s roar. She glanced at the egg in her arms. She supposed she needed to name it… shame she already named her prized venus flytrap Alastor. That would be an amazing dragon name! Suddenly an idea occurred to her. What about Vox? That name could work for a Swedish Short-snout or a Common Welsh Green… not so much for the other breeds. Oh well, she supposed she could always change the name after it hatched.
Now she needed supplies. Was she supposed to leave her egg or…? She decided to carry it - Vox - with her, just to be safe. Her grayish-blue eyes scanned the assortment of available items, searching for anything in blue. She found a blue blanket and a blue wrap, but she couldn’t find a blue basket. She did find a rather nice gray one that caught her eye. Maybe she could charm it to change color… or paint it if all else failed.
__________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led
If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true... |