Ssajann and his people speak the Siran language fluently, but you may not. Here you will find translations for the words that you probably won't understand. "You're a dragon?" "Do you wan sosme?" "What is it?!" "Mine." "It's alright, mother," "I'm fine."

But what was it? It didn’t look like any fish he’d ever seen. And it certainly wasn’t a sira. Whatever it was sat there blinking at him with great blue eyes, as deep as the ocean. Most of it was blue, in fact. Blue and white, with black tips on it’s ears. It took him a moment, but he managed to scramble the rest of the way up and over the bank, sliding down to where it sat, and all around it was the cracked and broken remains of a large, thick egg.       That was when it occurred to him. “Mik sh shiyovi?” he asked, his eyes widening. It tilted his head at him. Well, of course it wouldn’t understand him, it was a baby! Anyone could see that from the newly hatched eggshell not two feet away. He didn’t understand much when he was a newborn, either.       It just looked at him and tilted it’s head the other way. Well, he couldn’t very well let it sit out here in the cold darkness all night, now could he? He was already beginning to shiver, and it was a long hike back home. He wished it were smaller so he could’ve just carried it back on his back, between the wings. But it was almost bigger than he was, so that definitely wouldn’t work. ‘Jann tried telling it to follow him, but as soon as he appeared to be no threat, the dragon went back to munching on it’s first meal of what ‘Jann thought at first to have been fish.       Well, that wouldn’t work. Maybe if he tried to lure it home... but there were enough fish here, close enough, that it wouldn’t follow him if he just had one. So Ssajann spent the next few minutes sliding around on the slippery wall, collecting all of the fish. The newly hatched dragon watched him curiously, before turning it’s attention to the eggshell. It considered a moment, then broke off a large hunk and began munching.       At first, ‘Jann was so alarmed he tried to stop it from eating the shell, then, after a slightly puzzled look from the young dragon and a feeling that maybe it was alright, he sat back and watched. It must’ve been eating eggshell before, not fish. It was odd, to say the least. And it gritted his teeth.       As it worked, the young sira noticed that there was a piece of something that it didn’t eat. It looked like very thin hide, with marks on it. He picked it up and looked at it, before stuffing it into his pouch to keep it safe until he could get it to the elders. Soon, the little dragon had finished it’s first meal, it peered at Ssajann, who still had the fish on his back.       “Ky ji’mik ja’ar?” he asked, picking out a fish and holding it out for the young dragon to sniff. Which it did, most enthusiastically, and began to follow him home. Which was a very good thing, since the light was almost gone from the sky, and he was very cold.       However, before they were halfway there, the dragon got sleepy. It wanted to follow, ‘Jann could see that, but it was a newborn hatchling. They were supposed to be sleepy, weren’t they? That’s what liisji had always said in those stories she’d told him as a young kit. Well, now what? He still didn’t want to leave the hatchling dragon out here on it’s own, but he didn’t want to freeze to death, either.       To his surprise, and relief, the dragon figured that out for him. It began to dig a hole into the side of a snowbank, tunneling in to it’s center, then curling up. It looked to Ssajann as though it wanted him to join it, so he did. He was surprised at how warm it was inside the snow, cuddled up against his new friend.       The next morning, Ssajann woke to the sounds of crunching snow outside their shared den. It was almost light outside, so they must’ve had a good long sleep during the cold night. The dragon was already awake, and peering outside curiously. Apparently it had eaten the fish while ‘Jann had slept, because there was no sign of them anymore. It also looked bright-eyed and bushy-tailed (literally; it’s tail was a little tuft of fluffy fur), though it stayed at ‘Jann’s side and waited for him to make the decision to leave the warmth of the snow cave. Which he did, poking his head out and startling a pair of elder sira who had been walking in his direction. And he knew right away that he would be in trouble. Before they’d spotted him, they’d had that worried expression on their faces and in their body language that meant they were probably out looking for him.       Well, there was nothing for it now, he could only step fully out and make sure they knew he was alright. This was one of the times he wished he were older and could communicate mind-to-mind with his ‘rescuers.’ This was going to take a lot of explaining.       As soon as he was fully out, he heard a scrambling behind him; his dragon was following. What a surprise it’d be to the elder sira! And indeed, it was. They both stopped dead in their tracks, ears perked forward, wings half opened, eyes wide in that classic ‘WHAT?!’ look. It was so funny to see that Ssajann couldn’t help but giggle again, and the dragon decided that it was time to have fun. It rolled over playfully and bounded around, grinning happily around it’s long-fanged, razor edged beak.       “Shra ya u’sh?!” one of the sira demanded incredulously.       Ssajann stepped near it (it made a happy noise and hopped out of the way, as though he were playing with it) and said, as forcefully and determinedly as he could manage, “Kji.”       The two sira looked at him, then the dragon, then eachother. He knew they were speaking now, and wished he could know what about. However, before he could complain too much mentally, another couple of sira approached and reacted almost the same way. The first pair looked at them, and ‘Jann knew there was going to be a big discussion of which he could have no part. So he began playing with the dragon. His dragon.       After a while, the elder sira seemed to stop their conference and sat watching sira and dragon play in the snow; a game of tag which turned into a short wrestling match, which in turn switched back to another bout of running and chasing. They seemed to be speechless.       Soon, all four gave up on whatever they’d been arguing and circled the pair to herd them back home, the way the four elders had done last night with the much larger group. Once they were in sight of home, there was a cry and ‘Jann’s liisji came running forward, only to stop and squeak in alarm when the dragon pounced on her son, then darted forward again to try and separate the two playmates.       Ssajann stopped playing long enough to realize what his mother was going to do, and stood up, untangling himself from the dragon, who squeaked disappointedly. “U’sh ya’hannis, liisji,” he said quickly, “Kiji hannis.” His liisji stopped and stared at him, then the dragon, who was trying to pounce on a member of the search party’s long, fluffy tail now. He knew that she would be angry with him, and sure enough, after a moment of making sure he was telling the truth and as soon as she was sure he was alright, her face hinted at frustrated anger.       Once again the dragon saved him, though, and just as she was opening her mouth to scold him, it pounced on her tail, and the only sound that came out was a startled and questioning ‘squeak?’       And that was, surprisingly enough, the end of the discussion. Apparently, in that pounce, his liisji had learned all she needed to know about the nature of his new friend. There was still the problem of the rest of the clan, however, and Ssajann clung to his new baby dragon possessively, reiterating each time they asked anything about it, “Kji.” This dragon wasn’t going anywhere.       Soon enough the rest of the sira came to accept it’s presence, and one Elder even translated the slip of paper that had been with the dragon’s egg. Ssajann was curious, but it took an awfully long time, and it was much more fun to play with his dragon. But he heard some of what it said. ‘It’ turned out to be a boy, which was good; it meant that they could do boy things together without ‘Jann worrying about what his companion was thinking (girls’ minds did strange things, sometimes). Also, he was unlike any other dragon on the planet, apparently; a ‘bunny dragon’ from a world far, far away. And he would get big.       That was really all Ssajann needed to know. He was his friend, his bunny dragon. Pages: 1 2 3 4 Stats: Bunny Dragon Bunny Dragons are from Veniam Mactare : Ferreus Caves