#mystlend

Well, it’s easy to look at characters in Harry Potter and The Lord of the Rings and say they’re super perfect and famous and all, but

Your characters probably just didn’t have the chance TO be that famous, and it doesn’t make them any less good, it just means they’re lost in the noise of the creativity in this world.

Just wanted to let ya’ll know that this durgun is gonna be posting his art on his other blog  :3

I’ll be making text posts and reblogging here

It was cold. Very cold.

Iriss took the end of her scarf in her mouth and tightened it, looking at the looming landscape before her. True to its name, the Broken Mountains were in shambles. What looked like what should have been towering, piercing peaks were sawed off, and piles of shattered stone surrounded every wounded mountain. Fog floated among the base of the range, seemingly trying to shield the heaps of rubble from being seen by onlookers. The dragoness hadn't even stepped foot into the foreboding area, and was merely staring from a distance, but her eyes could tell her how freezing the stones must have felt.

Finally turning away from their curious, yet ominous, destination, she glanced around herself. She and Kyry had been journeying for days (making sure to pack appropriately beforehand). They stopped for the night in a wide expanse of grass with gentle slopes gliding across the surface. It served as quite the contrast for the Broken Mountains. While it was rather cold, she knew it was nothing compared to where they were about to enter.  

Kyry was still asleep in his rustling tent, his snores barely audible through the intervals of wind. She decided to let him rest, as she didn't want to be pushy. He did carry most of the supplies over the course of their journey. Perhaps he would like some breakfast already made as soon as he got up? Licking her teeth and nodding after a few moments of hesitation, the dragoness decided that was a good idea.

Nosing some twigs into a pile and pulling out some bread and fish from their ration bag, she sat down and closed her eyes tightly in regret. Even the grass was cold and stiff, not the most comfortable place to rest one's rear. Standing, her instincts told her she needed to get a fire started as fast as possible, and she almost called for Kyry. Iriss always found it irritating that Weather Dragons could also breathe fire (albeit weaker than other dragons) and she couldn't. The dragoness never seemed to have reason to, but it didn't help her self-esteem any.

Blinking, she caught herself before hollering Kyry's name over the gusts of wind. Waking him up would ruin the surprise breakfast, not to mention rob him of some valuable sleep. Iriss was an Air Dragon, she could manipulate winds and rid a space of its air given enough time. Perhaps she could use that to her advantage? What would Kyry do in a situation like this. She barely knew him, but she knew he wouldn't give in until he did all he could.

Pacing, she closed her eyes and tried to ignore her scarf smacking against her scales as she focused on strengthening the wind. She stuck out her tongue in concentration as she reached into her bag and felt around for flint and a stone. If she could use the wind to strike them together at high speed, maybe a fire would start...Unfortunately, and Iriss knew this, she was never a master of multitasking. She once tried to read a book and take a relaxing flight over the ocean, and by now the fishes have probably read the ending before she had a chance to.

A sudden, sharp pain struck the left side of her neck and caused her eyes to snap open. The wind had picked up so much the end of  her scarf was a flailing weapon. The grass moved in strange waves, giving the field a very hypnotic appearance. The random assortment of twigs had already been tossed into the air and lost, while Kyry's tent barely hung onto the earth.

The Weather Dragon must have been a very deep sleeper, as he wasn't up and Iriss wasn't sure...but she thought she could hear him still snoring. She needed to fix this, and fast. It didn't seem like a problem, all she needed to do was focus. Closing her eyes (which was a relief to do with all that wind and debris), she inhaled and attempted to tap into the air. The dragoness sighed out of her nose as she realized how hard this was going to be, what with the rattling and clanking of their supplies and their tents.

It was very difficult to keep her focus on one thing, with so much going on around her. Digging her claws into the soft earth, she grit her teeth and attempted to drown out the creaking and howling and Kyry's yelling and-

Wait, Kyry's yelling?

Iriss opened her eyes with a gasp, almost leaping back as she found the Weather Dragon standing right in front of her. His whiskers looked like they were barely hanging onto his muzzle, and his hair was trying to follow suite. His expression was frantic and...was that anger?

“Iriss! What are you doing?!” he shielded his eyes from debris

“I-I just wanted to maybe start...like...Okay, I was gonna-”

“Our bags are gone! The supplies! Our food and water!”

Then the wind stopped, and all was still as Iriss realized what she had done. Fueled by panic, she glanced around, desperate to prove Kyry wrong and show him she didn't just ruin their trip. Unfortunately, the only thing left was Kyry and his personal bag, along with Iriss and her own luggage. She bit her lip and, with a squeak, turned away from the dragon and in the direction that the wind was blowing. There were scattered bits of food and some papers, but the rest must have been carried off and landed quite a distance away.

“I....I....I....” her vocabulary was shallow as she let thoughts overwhelm her.

“You what? What were you doing?” Kyry sounded furious, but slightly concerned. He obviously didn't mind showing his anger to his new assistant. “Was it honestly worth losing all of that, Iriss? What was going through your head?”

The dragoness swallowed and sat down, ignoring the blatant uncomfortableness of the ground. She took in a deep breath, failing her battle against tears. This was no mere mistake, this was her ruining the greatest chance of her life. She had barely started and she was already going to get fired because she failed to do anything correctly. Still, she felt like she needed to apologize and comfort the Weather Dragon, even if her world had collapsed over trying to make breakfast.

“Kyry...I don't know how to say sorry. This was such a big mistake, and I really d-”

Kyry sat down, his voice stern, “Iriss, those were incredibly important. Incredibly. You know 'I'm sorry' does not get them back.”

Iriss felt her throat tighten, “But Kyry I'm super sorry, I just wanted to make a fire for cooking breakfast and I wanted it to be a supri-”

“Thankfully you never started one, you could have burned one of us.” he snorted, sifting through his bag to see what they still had in their possession.

The dragoness accidentally let a whimper slip out as he said that, spreading her wings. “T-then I'll find them. I'll go and get the stuff back or like...as much as I can...I owe you.”

The Weather Dragon looked at the Air Dragoness, slowly closing his bag. “Look, friend...perhaps I was a bit quick to snap at you. I am just...this is a big thing for me, and I don't want anything getting in my way. Let's try to stick to being on Kyry's team, alright?”

He sighed as he tightened his own scarf, looking out towards the Broken Mountains. “I'll help you retrieve what we can. Fortunately, it seems like quite a few items landed rather close to our destination.” he leaned up taller and placed his paw in Iriss' snowy white hair, rustling it a bit.

The dragoness, though she wasn't fired as she so believed she would be, still felt her blood run fast and cold. It had been mere days and it seems she had already damaged her friendship with Kyry. He would not be so merciful next time, she knew. All she could do was play it safe, and hope that luck would be on her side.