Dragons of Terragon: The Light of Night

Chapter Three: Toucan-anas and Other Hybrids

"Oh, Amaryllis, sweetheart, sorry, I didn't see you there!" the mother brushed off some dust that had laid on her daughter.

"That means we must be super stealthy!" Amaryllis exclaimed like an excited dragonet.

"The day I meet a stealthy Luminbrille is the day where Mayry and Hayry come down from the sky to make me a God!" Rougeoyer noted, chuckling at the thought of a Luminbrille sneaking up on a dragon, despite their glowing scales.

"So, what brings you two here? Wanna start class early?"

"No!" Rougeoyer squeaked, a little too frightened, "no, no, um, actually, it's about dream interpretation. Amaryllis said you knew someone."

Dragontail pondered this for a moment before turning towards Rougeoyer. "I do, but they're not dragon. Not full dragon, to be precise"

When Rougeoyer tilted his head in confusion, Dragontail continued. "It's a Seraph."

"They can talk?!" Rougeoyer questioned.

"Kinda. It's broken dragon. Probably as a result of their... hybrid...ness. I know one of them who knew how to interpret dreams. They were actually outcasted for it. The others thought he was crazy. He actually lives in the forest. Just, hear for the name 'Armir'."

Rougeoyer nodded his head in understanding. "Where exactly does he live? It's a pretty big jungle."

"I've got a map back at home for you guys to use. Just grab it and-" before she finished her sentence, she turned to check on her students after hearing the sound of struggling. Rougeoyer and Amaryllis peaked over Dragontail to find a yellow Luminbrille holding the beak of a toucan while the rest of the bird struggled to get away from the glowing dragon. Dragontail sighed.

"Soleil, that's not a banana, that's a toucan."

"What? It is so a banana, this bird is just trying to hide it from me!"

Although Rougeoyer wanted to see how this played out, Amaryllis slowly dragged him off by the tail as he complained to her. He ranted on about how educational the experience could be and played the 'if you ever loved me, you would let me see Soleil make a fool of himself!' card. Amaryllis shook her head, turning her head only to snort at Rougeoyer. Once she dragged him to their Flos den, she left him outside to lay on his back. For most dragons, it would've probably been uncomfortable as a result of their spine ridges, but his were soft, allowing flexibility.

Amaryllis rumbled around inside before slipping out from the entrance, a scroll in hand. Rougeoyer perked up, ears and feeler pointed upwards. He fumbled for a bit before ending up onto his stomach. He took a curious closer glance towards the scroll.

"This it?" he asked, snorting on the scroll to blow off some dust.

Amaryllis coughed a bit as Rougeoyer waved his clawless paw at the dust. "I don't know," she spoke, "does 'possible locations of Armir the Seraph' sound like a good start?"

"Very," the Luminbrille answered, brushing his tail against Amaryllis. The Flos coiled her own tail around his for a moment before they decided to open the scroll. It was a little rushed and smudged, but remained readable. The duo were able to point out familiar parts of the jungle before they traced their gaze to a few Xs on the map, which were obviously indicators of Armir's possible locations. There was one located in a cave the pair knew and was most likely the Seraph's den, making it the place he would most likely be at a time like this. After confirming the location, Amaryllis rolled up the scroll and began flying off in the direction of the cave. Rougeoyer followed swiftly on foot.

Rougeoyer was soon complaining about how far the cave was. In return, Amaryllis told him to dragon up. Rougeoyer would say something like 'maybe it would be easier to dragon up if I could fly!' She would respond with 'okay then, just squirrel up', which resulted with his roar of laughter. Eventually, to Amaryllis' relief, the cave was in sight, just beyond some trees. She landed beside Rougeoyer, wrapping her tail around his head to shut up his complaining. They advanced into the clearing just outside of the cave, the moonlight illuminating the area. They peaked inside the cave to find a golden and red feathered creature; better known as a Seraph. This must've been Armir.

He was a lot bigger than they expected. They knew Seraphs were approximately the size of half a full grown oak, which meant it was about a quarter of a typical jungle tree, but Armir seemed larger than average. Or maybe that was just them being smaller than average dragons. Regardless, they were starting to doubt their plan. As Rougeoyer shook his head wildly, Amaryllis sighed and inhaled bravely.

"Hello? Armir?" the Flos spoke with confidence.

The Seraph shifted, wings fluttering as he stuck out his head from his feathers. He seemed more than grumpy.

"Who's are there?" Armir demanded. It took Rougeoyer a second to realize what was said. Broken dragon, well of course.

"I'm Amaryllis, and this is Rougeoyer. We don't mean to bother-"

"Which you're diding."

"-but we needed your help with... Dream interpretation...?"

Amaryllis shrunk down, as if trying to act meek to prevent any aggression. Armir, obviously not nocturnal, was too tired to care for aggression. All he saw were nosey little dragonets, metaphorically poking him with a stick. Little did he not know is that Rougeoyer was actually tempted to.

"Dream interprerert-" he began in a grumpy tone.

"Interpretation," Rougeoyer helped, earning himself a glare from the Seraph.

"Speak of your dream."

Rougeoyer and Amaryllis exchanged their own glances before Amaryllis began retelling the gruesome. Rougeoyer's shiver built throughout the story as Amaryllis left no detail out of her explanations. I mean, for dream interpretation, it would be best to include everything. Armir seemed to be listening carefully. Once Amaryllis finished, Rougeoyer turned towards Armir.

"So?" the Luminbrille started, "what do you think?"

"Thought yous ate something bad, honestly."

"I can assure you that our food was fine. Can you actually interprete dreams or not?"

"Feh! It's reason why I got removed from flock! I understand none of start but the end is common to that of the end of peace across your dragon world. Seraphs will be left alone, most likely."

"What?" Rougeoyer asked, slightly panicking, "no, wait, it can't be that black and white."

"Most dreams is not. Yours has non existent other explanations."

"Maybe we didn't explain it right. It started-"

"Nope. The conflict not is you explaining. It is you not accepting. Now, accept my answer and allow my slumber."

And with that said, Armir placed his head back onto his feathers before Rougeoyer could respond. Rougeoyer's scales grew brighter as did his annoyance as he picked up a stone to hurl at the Seraph. Amaryllis placed a claw on his paw, shaking her head and his scales dimmed back to their normal brightness as the stone stipped from his paw. Together, they stumbled back to the village. Maybe they wouldn't miss Catchers class with Dragontail. Now that would be a nice change.