Sleepy dragon, Hollow stomach

After hearing the ice dragon say he would leave him alone, Frost very visibly relaxed, but stayed silent. People don't always stay one way for long. Then again, he did Have Abraxas to defend himself, and she seemed plenty tough, though a bit on the small side. But after hearing her chew the other dragon out about her size, he found that that matter should go unspoken. At least she could stand up for herself in front of larger adversaries. like a chihuahua. He thought grimly.

After Abraxas started pushing him, he looked away from everything, pawing at the ground guiltily. "Well... I may have, since we're on such good terms...told them a dragon's weak points?" He looked at Abraxas, feeling terrible. That wasn't a light matter to speak of with humans, no matter how well you knew them. "Well, I was worried they might get attacked, and thought it best for them to know what to do." He explained, hoping, but knowing that it wasn't enough.

Was he suggesting he would just up and fly away!? Granted, the thought had passed through Frost's minsuch a thing would only hurt him further. Besides, why should he run when he was telling the truth? He was actually more surprised by Cleto's claim to be flightless, and not his accusation. To have wings and not be able to fly is probably worse than having no wings at all. At least then the constant reminder wouldn't be following you, and you wouldn't be asked 'Why don't you fly?' He felt sorry for Cleto, until he threatened his life like that. He watched Cleto pace nervously, still rubbing his leg for comfort, even after the blood was wiped off.

"Stupid?" Oh, now that was mean. But now, the more he thought about it, there was something suspicious about the old maan there. He always asked so many questions, and the mmore they spoke of his stupid mistakes, the more obvious it became. He would have to investigate further, and if it meant having Cleto tag along, then very well. "I-I will take you." He looked up at Cleto, his eyes boring into Cleto. "But if you do what I think you're going to do, I will not hesitate to do the same to you." Such seriousness was uncommon in him, and he even scared himself for a moment, but he knew for a fact that the children were good, and he wouldn't let anything happen to them.

He returned to his usual self after Abraxas' comment, and he stared at his tail in surprise. He twisted his til away, and stare intently at the spot he was rubbing and sighed. The scales in that area were worn-down, and didn't shine like the ones around it. It didn't l More importantly, how did his little tail bauble do that anyways? "Well, uh, I think he got some gore on my leg, and I was wiping it off." He turned to show her the worn spot. "But now look! It's all wierd-looking now!"

Well, now the journey unfolds. There was no way he could ask them not to come, they both seemed too determined. So, with a quick smile to Abraxas and a grimace to Cleto, he turned and began walking, motioning for them to follow with a flick of his tail.

((Sorry for the shortness of that. Anyways, time skip!))

"Ahah, were here!"
Here being a relative term. The trip had already taken the rest of the day away, and there was still another hour or so away. But you could see it in the distance thanks to the flat landscape, a simple wooden-hut village with a few fires lighting up the evening. Now Frost, who had up to this point had been dragging his tail along the ground behind him in boredom, perked up immediatly. Of course, the trip usually didn't take this long when he was in the area, simply because the trip was usually taken in the air, but with Abraxas and Cleto in tow that wasn't really an option. But now, where were the guards? They were usually out at this time, and not seeing them was..... oh no, wait, there they were! A man and a woman, both wearing thick furs and bearing burning lampposts, and they weren't far. They had seen Frost and the others as well, and were pointing thier lights at them and growling. "Dama sode!?" They both exclaimed, glaring. The voices were angry, butt what was odd was thier voices were much higher than usually. Frost, in return, simply waved his tail at them, smiling. "Hosoe!"

With that one word, the two humans instantly changed. What were glaring faces became smiles and laughter as they threw down thier lamps and ran towards them. As they got closer, you could see that inthe woman's arms was a doll, and the man had a wooden sword, the kind children in cities would play with. Frost cast an angry glare to Cleto, warning him that he wouldn't put up with him if he did anything, and knelt down, allowing the humans to hug and pet hs neck. "Dombe?" He asked them, smiling, and they both began speaking at a pace and volume no self-respecting human would. Frost just smiled and nodded to them, adding in his own words when the two looked nervously at Abraxas and Cleto. You could definently tell something was up just from this.

"So, how's you're village been?"

"Great, we all made a bunch of new games and he's giving us alot of sweets!"

"Really? Cool!"

Of course, this conversation wasn't in common, but in this tribe's language. And when Abraxas asked what language it was, that's exactly what he said, after he tore himself away from thier conversation. "It's a very remote language, one known only by the children of the village and a few special others. Myself included, I guess." Okay, it wasn't exactly that, but it was close enough. After that, he turned to Cleto and replied to him as well, still in a good mood about meeting back up with the village. "Yeah, most of the time, but only outside." He then turned to the two humans and nudged them, pointing them towards thier fallen lamps. The two dashed off, retrieved thier lamps, and came back, lighting them as they came. "We'll need thier light to get in the village." He explained. "Or we'll be istaken for enemies."

Frost stared intently at the lights for a while, his tail flicking from excitement. Fire had always fascinated him, especially since he couldn't make it for himself... "Huh?" He looked away from the fire and stared at Cleto, lips pursed in thought. "I... believe so. Yes, he does. Unless I had taught it to myself, he knows common too." Frost turned back to the fire and motioned a shrug, a move that looked awquard on a four-legged creature. "I didn't teach them the fire trick, it just kind of showed up one day." The humans pulled on Frost's hair and pointed at the village, reminding him. He began walking, smilig as the humans rushed in front of him. "Sure I'm sure: well, ninety nine percennt sure." What was a percent again? Sounded smart, at least.

((Agh, short~))

Frost smiled at the village entrance: It was nice to see that everything was as it was, it made this so much easier to do. At Cleto's comment about their numbers, Frost simply shrugged. "I guess, they never really need many guards at the entrance." As he said this, the two humans ran foreward to the village's nearest entrance and held up their fires carefully. Right as they did this, all of the villagers suddenly stopped and turned to the dragons. They eyed the group warily, some visibly shaking as they did. Frost turned to Abraxas and smiled. "Of course it's safe. Mostly. No, wait, yeah, it's safe." The two humans began motioning for the three dragons to pass in between them, which Frost did happily. His tail wagged a bit as he passed, like an excited dog, and he passed through them seemingly unapposed. But, right before his tail had come completely out from between them, it flailed a bit too far to the left and over the woman's head, which resulted in an odd pulse of energy that showed why there were so little guards: surrounding the village was a giant dome of pulsating energy that burned everything it touched. When Frost's tail recoined from the pain, he said as much through gritted teeth. "Well, if these two aren't making a hole for us to pass through, they wouldn't have to do anything. This forcefield thing would destroy us." Hey, wasn't it obvious though?

But don't think that when Frost entered the village the people would just stand there like they were. As soon as he passed through, the people came in waves, all rushing to greet the dragons as they came. The winter dragon was soon drowning in humans, the majority of them holding odd objects like their guides; some clutched dearly to stuffed toys, others in possesion of bags of marbles, and a few in possesion of odd toys that were specific to this village alone. Regardless, they all were jabbering away, showing off their possesions and grinning despite the power difference.

At the very least, it was good to see that the children were still well. With the way Cleto was talking, Frost had begun to worry that the children would be in some kind of trouble, but he was glad that this did not turn out to be the case. In fact, it seemed the opposite was true, for the children were showing off their possessions with earnest, so much so that Frost could barely keep track of who had what (that's not even mentioning the individual names the girls gave to their dolls). But, luckily, soon the children began to lose interest in saying the same name over and over again and shoving toys in his face, so soon the throbbing crowd began to slow down, then stop as the children began to notice the two other dragons besides the familiar Frost. This brief respite allowed the winter dragon to answer Abraxas' question with surprise at the silence. "Ah, I think we're done now." He turned his head and scanned the village, racking his brain for where the chief of the village was. For a few moments, Frost honestly thought he had forgotten, and had bent down to ask on of the humans when, surprise, he remembered that the largest hovel with the most adornments was probably it. He took a step foreward and the children, not missing a beat, rushed ahead of him, all racing except the lone, shy girl in the back, eyes downcast and staring at the paths in the snow her foot made. Frost turned to stare at the girl then, smiling sympathetically, grabbed the back of her coat in his mouth and hefted her up and over onto his back, the girl wide-eyed and still all throughout the process.

With the girl safely mounted on his back, Frost began the relatively short walk to the chief's house, looking over is shoulder every few moments to check on the girl. She seemed to be loosening up, but she was still looking down and clutching her toy. Frost could almost see through the illusion and see the scared little girl inside, and this sent his mind racing. What could possibly give her such a disheartening personality, if she was n such a paradise? Perhaps there was something up with this village that he just wasn't noticing. His eyes trailed from the girl to Cleto, trying desperately to remember what their leader was like. He continued thinking about this, with little success, until they reached the chief's house, a short walk made impossibly longer by nervousness.

The building itself wasn't all that impressive, it was strikingly similar to all of the other building, which were simple wooden houses covered with reindeer pelts, but bigger with antler adornments over the door and on the corners of the ceilings. The children had made it long before the dragons did, and were now crowding in front of the building, while still leaving a dragon-sized path to the inadequately-sized door that only something human-sized could use. But Frost walked up to it anyways and stuck his head into the doorway, pushing aside the reindeer-skin blocker that covered the doorway. He stood like this for a moment, and then walked the rest of the way in, an impossibility made possible by incredibly strong magic. And once again the impossible was possible because though the building was small, Frost was able to fit inside with plenty of room to move around and get comfortable. And boy, was the inside a sight to see. The floor, walls and ceiling were made of solid stone, and the four torches in the corners lit the room in an impossibly thorough way. And, in the back, there was the chief, a calm, old man with tan skin and a warm smile. His face was covered in wrinkles, and his eyes were squinted so much that there were only two small slits showing his eyes. He was dressed in multiple layers of fur, and was sitting on a wooden throne padded with pelts, and standing on, big surprise, more pelts. He regarded Frost coolly, and Frost met his gaze for a moment until he remembered the girl on his back. He turned his head and plucked the girl off his back, then set her gently onto the ground in front of him. But now she looked different. Or, more precisely, normal. She looked like a child again, seven or eight years old at most, but still looking nervous and shy. Frost crooned over her, waiting for Cleto to make the first words: He was the one that wanted to talk to the man, so he could take the first line.