Sleeping Dragons

His growl like snores filled the air, his tail wrapped around himself as he slept. The young dragon had found a clearing between trees to nap in, one of his wings occasionally twitching slightly. He was dreaming odd dreams, of snow and the forest, he was lost in that forest, the scents and trails he used to find his way were twisted and wrong.

Then his nose twitched as it picked up a scent, it brought him back to the waking world. One of his eyes opened, the yellow glowing orb looking over at his visitor. A human girl, probably a few years older than him.

Eein would yawn, his head raising and glancing at her, said head tilting catlike in curiosity. "Watcha doing?" he'd ask with a raised eyebrow, "don't think anyone's ever come to watch me nap before."

"Drawing?" he'd ask, one of his hands coming up and scratching his cheek, followed by another yawn. "Nice aesthetic...," he'd chuckle, which of course sounded growl-like, "yeah, I'd say I'm pretty cool looking." His tail would unwrap and stretch a bit before resting loosely around him.

He'd let out a thoughtful hum, "new to the island eh?" he'd ask, "well you'll see lots of here, big family groups...though with our human forms you may not always know when you see us." He'd chuckle, relaxing, not in any hurry to get up.

The dragon would nod. "Yeah go ahead, I don't have anywhere to be," the tip of his tail swayed very slightly. "Aren't you cold though?" snow was finally not an issue but it was still chilly. "Oh, I'm Eein," he'd give his introduction with a nod, since shaking hands wasn't an option.

Oh she was a fun one, he could tell that already. He'd snort a bit, "don't worry about it going to my head, buy yeah, we dragons are proud creatures," he'd chuckle, "so make sure you're getting my good side," he was joking of course, enjoying their banter.

"Lived this time?" he'd ask, squinting a little, "you a time jumper?" He'd met a few, had class with one, time travel sounded like a complex thing.

He'd laugh, "not good with faces? You're going to go mad when you start seeing our human forms." He'd snicker again, "there are two big dragon groups on the island, the Drakenhardts and the Alpine group, I'm a member of the later." He'd tilt his head, "all the Drakenhardts have red hair, and most of the Alpine group have blue."

"Careful with the witch comments," he'd say with a chuckle, not angry at all, "witches are common here, and I've seen stranger things than someone drawing me while I nap."

His eyes followed her as she circled her, "what I'm interested in is why you're doing it? Well....besides me being nice looking...newcomers usually won't approach a dragon until they've lived on the island longer."

"Interesting," he'd hum in thought, "I hear time magic is tricky stuff, easily twisted and confusing." It was a subject his mom had studied, one of many things she'd studied. "Assuming it's magic and not tech you deal with," could be both, could be a lot of things.

"Color coded," he'd laugh at this, a laugh that almost sounded like a roar, "definitely, most of the red heads are fire users, pretty much all use blue haired dragons are ice users." It was strange that they were like that, an odd genetics thing he supposed.

"Attitude?" he'd ask curiously, "we're you expecting Smaug? All roary and gold hoarding?" Some would find that thought racist, but Eein knew that there actually were a lot of dragons that did that. "I could roar a bit if you'd like, breathe a bit of blue fire."

He'd snort, "I'm not that vain," he'd say, "though getting a tattoo could be cool." He'd look over her, down at the sketch of him before moving back to his spot. "Not bad," he'd scratch his chin, "you a tattoo artist?" she looked a little young for that, but she could be older than she looked.

"Basically yeah, Smaug is a popular dragon from movies and a book," he'd yawn once more and finished his stretching. "The most stereotypical fire dragon you can imagine, guarded a mountain full of gold and everything," he had no hatred of fictional dragon stories, he even enjoyed some, they were written by people who didn't think dragons existed afterall.

"My fire would freeze the forest, not burn it," his tail would brush some leaves from his back. "So..eh," he'd blow a puff blue flame that quickly vanished.

"And how old do you think I am?" he'd ask curiously, "haven't seen a dragon before, so it can't be by how I look."