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Told Tale: Cross species feast

His every step mushy soil, the rain hitting his back like stones. After generations the humans in the desert knew rain through only by the definition, every human was amazed hearing that water fell plentiful from the sky instead of being rationed between them. After the treaty between dragons and humans was signed, Bjorn choose to live alone on some grass lands where he quickly lost the awe and wonder for the rain.

Cold to the bone and treading on a constant slipping hazard was still better than back at the desert where the temperature was constantly humid and humans living shoulder to shoulder. His wooden hut was just what he wanted but surviving here was more dangerous, which meant more work he needed to do to stay there. Each season had its own dangers and he needed to plan and prepare months before, this was the cost of living out here.

Even if knives or very sharp hail stones were falling out from the sky he would be still walking, if he didn't order the firewood for the winter he could say goodbye to his little lonely paradise. He'd just harvested the wheat he planted during the summer, sitting in a silo and ready for trade. Grown from special seeds from the human age, smaller but more savory than the dragon's, it was a high demand food with the recent access to farming land for the humans. He just needed to call a trade request to the human 'kingdom' to get the wood he needed. Humans didn't even have queens or kings like the dragons, Tulip wanted the names of our homes to be similar to the dragons calling the human settlement in the desert a kingdom but it was just one of her coy efforts to create peace between the two species. In all ways dragons will never be the same as humans, as in all ways they were vastly superior. Bjorn's isolation here was is to keep them out too.

During the dragon age, humans used wireless network stations scattered across the land for communications back to the desert settlement for the few brave enough to leave. It couldn't use cables as fears of dragons following them back to base or use generated power as there wouldn't be anyone to keep it running, it was a communication device that could only send one short radio message a day, requiring a full day of solar power in the summer, in winter it would take a week to charge. At least in this wet walk he could keep his mind occupied on the perfect Morse message to send.

With bad luck the message box was already occupied, he dreaded but not because he'll need to wait another day to send the message but that it was another being and he wasn't alone anymore. A minor annoyance but it was lucky that dragons had no reason or knew how to use the communicator. Bjorn placed a translator collar around his neck.

"Can you please get out of the message box", Bjorn's shout played out in the dragon language out of the collar in the same monotone as his voice.

"Go find your own shade from the rain, there isn't anymore space here to share", the dragon shouted back.

"This isn't about shade, I need to use the bloody machine", he shouted back "you're not even out of the rain, half of your body is out and drenched", he pinched his noise looking at a dragon with their head crammed into the box the rest of the body in the rain.

"I", the dragon paused to think "I do not mind, I am totally comfortable here", trying to wiggle more of themselves into the box.

"NO!", Bjorn grabbed and pulled on their tail with no avail "you get out of there", then the human went into a fury of punch and kicks at the dragon's thigh.

"STOP THAT, it's annoying", the dragon screamed back trying to hit him with their back leg.

"Stupid lizard, don't make me take drastic measures", swinging his arms in circles at the beast in his path.

"YOU TAKE THAT BACK", they were struggling to wiggle themselves out "I am not stupid or a lizard", the instant she popped out she spun around to face the aggressor.