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. TanmakyKrissah - (name) Wandering Storm Tanmel - Wanderer Kji - Mine "Ssajann! Mother! Come see! I do beautifuls again!" (Hey, I told you he wasn't very good at speaking yet..)

Three or four months later, Ssajann and Kji were out on their own playing in the snow. The rest of the clan had named him TanmakyKrissah, Tanmel for short, but ‘Jann still referred to him as Kji, lest anyone forget. Besides, it was much easier to say, and his liisji had said it was endearing, whatever that meant, but he assumed it was a good thing. The dragon had learned a great deal in the few short months since his birth, including how to speak siran, though he wasn’t too good at it yet so he didn’t say much around anyone other than ‘Jann, and that it got very cold in the winter time here.       That second was really all he had time to learn about the weather. The sun had all but vanished in the first month or so following his birth, and then it really did vanish, leaving the clan in perpetual twilight-darkness. The stars were pretty, except this far north, they circled the sky so that if you tried to follow them for navigation, you would get hopelessly lost within the first few hours.       He had also grown quite a lot, and enjoyed making art in the sides of snow banks. There was just the right amount of light that he could carve ridges and lines into the snow and let them cast shadows. They weren’t really much to look at; just some lines and swirls, but both ‘Jann and his liisji praised him for them, even though they both knew that when the sun started to rise above the horizon again, those ridges wouldn’t show up nearly as well, since the snow would reflect light like crazy and destroy the possibility of shadows. Still, artists were prized among this clan, whatever their species.       Kji had also received, to his immense glee, a pair of silver stud earrings in each ear, just like Ssajann’s.       The young sira, now almost half his size of his companion, still enjoyed his company. They were growing up together, like best friends or brothers. He always had wanted a brother, and now he had a younger brother to teach how to do things, and a bigger brother to keep the bullies away. It was heaven!       Today they were romping around that same blowhole when Kji accidentally fell in. ‘Jann had panicked, but the dragon had just climbed out and shaken himself off. For a moment, he sat there, looking thoughtfully into the water, then shrugged and they continued their play, the sira darting in and out to land a quick claw-less bap on his friend’s nose, and the bunny dragon wrestling him to the ground until they were both just a warm, fuzzy pile of giggles.       Another three or four months later, and Kji was getting huge. Ssajann was actually worried that the dragon would fall through a hole in the ice and freeze, which was what the elders used to tell the young kits to keep them from wandering too far (until each youngling discovered on their own that the ice was so thick they’d have to dig a really deep hole, and then jump on top of it to risk falling in that way). But Kji seemed to have no trouble there. He’d slide along the ice on his belly, and the ice wouldn’t even crack. After a while, he let ‘Jann ride on his back, between the wings. It was great fun! They’d be off all ‘day’ (the sun had started to rise again, and in fact, wouldn’t set now for a long while) sliding down inland snow banks until the sira’s liisji came to call them home.       It took the dragon a while to get used to the sun being up, since it had been near winter when he was born, and the sun had disappeared over the horizon a week or so later, leaving them in almost complete darkness. He was most upset that his snow-art was no longer visible, even when the sun dipped closer to the horizon every ‘night.’ Until, that is, one morning when he discovered a fine substitute.       “Ssajann! Liisji! Me’ar firo! Ki ky shamasa m’la!” Kji bounced excitedly outside their shelter, sending small quakes over the ice, alerting the rest of the clan to his antics. ‘Jann and his liisji came out quickly and he stopped bouncing, much to the relief of the clan.       The young bunny dragon led them, and quite a few members of the clan who were curious as well, out over the ice to the small blowhole, where he’d been working nonstop for the past hour or so. And waved a paw at the side of a large snow bank.       The gathered sira stared, half surprised, half horrified. The once white hill was now streaked with red, rich blood staining it crimson in loops and lines and splashes. He’d obviously put quite a bit of time and effort into making it. There was a small pile of dead fish and other sea creatures near the blowhole.       After a moment, Kji took their silence to mean that they didn’t like it, and he scrunched down and tried to make himself as small as possible, not an easy thing to do for one his size.       Seeing this, ‘Jann and his mother both looked at eachother, before congratulating him carefully on his latest work. It took a moment for the others to snap out of their horror-struck trance, but then they, too, offered uncertain (and somewhat shaky) praise. Kji beamed, but ‘Jann knew the look on his mother’s face meant that the dragon would get a carefully worded, though serious talking to later tonight. Pages: 1 2 3 4 Stats: Bunny Dragon Bunny Dragons are from Veniam Mactare : Ferreus Caves