Shego had caught wind of the new arrivals over lunch, excited whispers as locals rushed up the mountain to see the new Scions. Though she wasn't prepared to admit it, the idea excited her, as well. If people were still arriving, did that mean there was still a chance people from home weren't gone?
Packing up the rest of her meal to go, she herded her dragon up toward the Heart of Nuren, impatiently shoving aside anyone who moved too slowly in huddling from the cold. Her own concession to the weather was nothing more than a light jacket, though her companion's still relatively thin scales left him doing his best to stick close to his Scion's legs and the warmth of the busy street.
Outside the opening to the inner caverns that housed the dragon eggs, she found herself muscling to the front of the crowd so she could get a good look at the individuals coming into and out of the cave. Despite having managed to convince herself she only missed his ambition, she found herself hoping to catch sight of familiar blue skin, or hear a voice shouting for her as if she could solve all of its problems. In her focus, she didn't notice her dragon nosing around and potentially getting underfoot for other people.
[Outer Nuren]
Once she was suitably convinced that the person she was looking for hadn't arrived, Shego decided to make her way down to Outer Nuren to keep herself occupied until what she assumed would be another celebration. With her dragon having reached adolescence, he was developing a voracious appetite, and she found spending some time at the docks to allow him to hunt fish in the bay saved her a fair amount of money. Unfortunately, his curiosity and excitement frequently led to him swimming too far out, and shouts of "Riptide, get your scaly rear back here!" were fairly common, if occasionally interrupted by a sniffle she brushed off as the cold air irritating her sinuses.
[Evening]
As evening fell, Shego found herself regretting only wearing a light jacket. The sniffles she'd ignored earlier had turned into full blown congestion, while her face had gone even paler than normal. One of the natives had, claiming she looked "worse than a chimera's teething ring", given her a heavy blanket, soup and some juice, so she was at least fed, but she looked miserable as she dragged her way up through the city on her way home. Every now and then, she paused for an extensive sneezing fit that sent any nearby water-including in cups or bowls-to jump and spike, possibly even puncturing its container. Riptide, at least, was staying close to her, but the dragon staying out of trouble was small comfort with her magic acting up as it was.
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Shego had caught wind of the new arrivals over lunch, excited whispers as locals rushed up the mountain to see the new Scions. Though she wasn't prepared to admit it, the idea excited her, as well. If people were still arriving, did that mean there was still a chance people from home weren't gone?
Packing up the rest of her meal to go, she herded her dragon up toward the Heart of Nuren, impatiently shoving aside anyone who moved too slowly in huddling from the cold. Her own concession to the weather was nothing more than a light jacket, though her companion's still relatively thin scales left him doing his best to stick close to his Scion's legs and the warmth of the busy street.
Outside the opening to the inner caverns that housed the dragon eggs, she found herself muscling to the front of the crowd so she could get a good look at the individuals coming into and out of the cave. Despite having managed to convince herself she only missed his ambition, she found herself hoping to catch sight of familiar blue skin, or hear a voice shouting for her as if she could solve all of its problems. In her focus, she didn't notice her dragon nosing around and potentially getting underfoot for other people.
[Outer Nuren]
Once she was suitably convinced that the person she was looking for hadn't arrived, Shego decided to make her way down to Outer Nuren to keep herself occupied until what she assumed would be another celebration. With her dragon having reached adolescence, he was developing a voracious appetite, and she found spending some time at the docks to allow him to hunt fish in the bay saved her a fair amount of money. Unfortunately, his curiosity and excitement frequently led to him swimming too far out, and shouts of "Riptide, get your scaly rear back here!" were fairly common, if occasionally interrupted by a sniffle she brushed off as the cold air irritating her sinuses.
[Evening]
As evening fell, Shego found herself regretting only wearing a light jacket. The sniffles she'd ignored earlier had turned into full blown congestion, while her face had gone even paler than normal. One of the natives had, claiming she looked "worse than a chimera's teething ring", given her a heavy blanket, soup and some juice, so she was at least fed, but she looked miserable as she dragged her way up through the city on her way home. Every now and then, she paused for an extensive sneezing fit that sent any nearby water-including in cups or bowls-to jump and spike, possibly even puncturing its container. Riptide, at least, was staying close to her, but the dragon staying out of trouble was small comfort with her magic acting up as it was.