Day 1
As of today, I am entering into a new and
exciting chapter of life: pet ownership.
Farspeaker Mando gave me the baby sand dragon that hatched from the egg
I found on a recent adventure, and told me his name is Licky-Lick Junior. (I’m given to understand that there’s a sand
dragon in Farspeaker Mando’s care named Licky-Lick - I’m wondering if my new
scaly ward is a direct descendant of said sand dragon, or if he simply earned
the name due to a possible resemblance to the older sand dragon.) As of right now, he is asleep, and looks
rather adorable. He’s also rather small
- not much larger than a kitten. I
wonder just how large he’ll end up. I’ve
been told they can grow to the size of a large dog, but it’s possible he’ll
turn out larger or smaller due to genetic variations.
I doubt he’ll always be this quiet and sleepy
- I suppose I should enjoy it while it lasts.
Day 2
Junior (as I’ve taken to calling him) seems to
be a little more energetic today. He
eagerly explored my room, and was very curious about Koios and Kateryn when
they visited my rooms earlier today to meet him.
Thankfully, he seems to have quickly picked up
on how to use the litter box, as I haven’t seen any accidental bathroom
messes. Which is good, as I really don’t
want to clean those up from random places around my rooms. I’m quite proud of him - hopefully he turns
out as smart as his adoptive mother.
Day 7
Junior somehow got out of his crate and made
an absolute mess of my rooms while I was teaching this afternoon. (Thankfully, he didn’t get to my research
notes, but I think I’m going to have to buy yet another red dress, as he mauled
mine and it’s full of holes now.) I
think I’m going to need to get better locks for his crate, as he somehow
managed to get himself loose.
I retract what I said earlier - I’m not
entirely sure I want him to turn out
as smart as me. That might be
terrifying.
I will say, however, when he calms down
(typically after I take him out to the gardens so he can run around until he’s
exhausted), he’s downright sweet - he’s started curling up at my feet while I’m
reading in the evenings, which is rather endearing. I think this was a good idea, hatching a
little pet sand dragon.
Day 14
oh gods, what have I gotten myself into
if this is what child-rearing is like, I am
never, ever having children
Day 30
I’m getting used to having a boisterous pet
sand dragon, although my gods, he needs a lot of attention and exercise. Kateryn did say she thought I needed to get
out of my rooms more, and I guess this counts, right? I take him for two walks a day, and play with
him in the evenings, and sometimes it seems like he still has energy. I don’t know how he does it. Keeping up with him is exhausting sometimes.
Junior got to go on his first Adventurers’
Guild trip recently, which he loved.
Seeing him run around and burrow in the sand near the Outpost was
incredibly amusing, and he seems to have acquired a few new friends from the
Guild. I think I prefer having a
rambunctious sand dragon over the pile of crabs Flint recently acquired.
I’ve started to train him a little, beyond
using the litter box anyhow - he understands the commands for sit and roll
over, but “stay” proves to be a challenge at times. Eventually he’ll pick up on it, I’m sure, but
for now I’ll try to have extra patience with my wiggly little pet.
Day 46
He chewed up my lecture notes for tomorrow’s
class. I am trying very hard not to be
terribly angry with him, as he’s young and doesn’t know better, but dammit, I
needed those and now have to spend the night rewriting them and hoping I didn’t
miss anything.
Junior, you are lucky you’re cute.
Day 70
I managed to find some of that plant that is
casually referred to as “sand dragon-nip” - and oh, Junior’s behavior is
hilarious while he’s under the effects of the plant. Rolling around, pouncing on his toys,
wiggling about happily until he falls asleep in a blissful haze - it’s all
amusing. I should see if it is possible
to get some planted in the Academy’s gardens, as I don’t dare try to grow a
plant in my rooms. I doubt it’d last
long after it started sprouting leaves, as Junior would probably devour it.
I suppose I should also take care to make sure
he doesn’t end up partaking of any while we’re out adventuring where it grows
natively - I’m not sure I want to wrangle his increasingly large self through
the desert while we’re out on a mission.
(I suppose I could entrust Mukhif with his care, but then again, Mukhif
is typically tasked with making sure I don’t get knocked out during an
adventure, and I doubt saddling him with Junior would make that any easier…)
Day 87 (after Ëlinyr has turned
human)
Oh my gods how did I not realize how
emotionally rewarding it was to have a pet?!
Oh wait, I know, it’s because sun elves don’t have emotions, and I am
now HUMAN, and therefore feel things.
Intensely. I absolutely adore
this little wiggly dragon, and will take such good care of him, no matter how
many of my books he chews on, and no matter how many times he hides my shoes in
ridiculous places because he thinks it’s a game. (I’ll admit, it’s a rather amusing game when
I’m not trying to get ready for meetings or classes.)
I just want to hug him and snuggle him all the
time. He’s so warm and smells like warm
desert sun and it makes me happy. I
don’t even think he noticed that I came home from this last adventure with
non-pointy ears, he was just happy to see me.
(And so was Koios, who took care of him for me, I don’t think he was
prepared for just how ridiculous Junior can be.) And I was so happy to see him.
He’s still a ridiculous amount of work, and
often reminds me that I never want to procreate - he’s more than enough for me
- but oh he’s such a sweet little sand dragon, and I love him so much.
Day 99 (after Ëlinyr’s mother disowns
her)
I wish I had brought Junior with me to the
Guild house yesterday. I bet he would
have bit my mother. She would have
deserved it, too.
He seems to have picked up on my mood (how can
one not be a little sad about being disowned, even if it was by a mother you’d
hated and could never seem to please?), and has been by my side the entire day.
He’s even managed to remain somewhat calm, and isn’t as energetic as he usually
is. He doesn’t even mind when I cry on
him, he just snuggles closer, as if to tell me in his own little sand dragon
way, that everything will be alright.
He may frustrate the hell out of me at times,
but gods, I’m happy I have this wiggly little sand dragon.
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