Going through the damaged wormhole was rough, and a hard knock to his head had Hunk out cold. It's with a gasp that he awakens. Sitting up, running his hands over his face, he recalls the dream, a memory, that leaves him in tears. Gone. Everything, everyone, he knew was gone. Team Voltron had failed, he had failed, and now there was nothing. It's a combination of the chilly air, noises of life, and some odd pulling sensation that finally pushes Hunk into motion
His body feels light, and looking down he realizes that his Paladin armor is gone. In it's place is a long-sleeved, yellow tunic, with a dark green vest, and soft, brown pants. A belt around his waist seems to have a pouch filled with rather strange looking coins. The fabric is light, and airy, which doesn't help much with the cool breeze blowing around him. At least he's got some rather decent boots. Shivering a little, he makes his way towards the various sounds and smells of the nearby market place.
He can feel many pairs of eyes on him. Some look human, while other's definitely... don't. While he doesn't sense any hostility, Hunk can't help keeping to himself, letting his legs move on their own. He has no clue where he's going, but something inside is tugging, guiding him somewhere.
[2: Upper and Lower Nuren]
Leaving the safety and comfort of the cave is difficult. It's the first time Hunk had felt such peace in a while. However, there's nothing there for a newly hatched dragon to eat. Or a person for that matter. Heading back out to the crowded streets, Hunk pauses to try and get some sort of bearings. Again, he feels eyes on him, but without the call pulling him towards his new partner, Hunk doesn't hold some of his previous reluctance to talk to someone. Approaching a stall selling what he assumes are fruits and vegetables, he begins to learn just what is going on. Scions. Dragons. Great beasts.
It's a lot to take in.
Thankfully, he manages to keep himself together enough to finish the conversation, purchase some much needed foodstuffs, a warm looking robe, and a small knife. Cradling the baby dragon to his chest, he wanders around the area, feeling incredibly lost. Friendly natives seem eager to help him, but he doesn't even know what to ask for at this point.
When Hunk feels himself on the verge of being overwhelmed, he ducks into a quiet alcove. Sitting on a crate, he looks down at his new furry bundle of responsibility, and can't help the wave of sadness that washes through him. The little dragon chirrups, sounding a bit distressed, and Hunk remembers the food he just purchased. Pulling out one of the softer feeling fruits, Hunk uses his new knife to cut out a chunk and hold it out for her. He watches the way she sniffs at it curiously, giving it a cursory lick before snatching it out of his fingers. Apparently, it's tasty because she's licking his sticky fingers, and looking at the rest of it in his other hand.
Smiling what feels like his first, real smile since he got here, he cuts off more chunks. Each one is quickly gobbled up, and he laughs, patting the dragon's blocky little head, "Well, at least I know one thing you like so far. That's a start, right?"
[3: Evening]
As the sun begins to set, Hunk belatedly realizes he wasted the whole afternoon wandering around, and never finding a place for them to bunk down. However, trying to get through the squares is tricky. There are people everywhere, both natives, and others like himself. It seems like each stall, or shop, he passes has someone trying to hand him a gift. A warm, soft blanket, hot food or drink, and trinkets.
A friendly mages offers to direct him to the caverns, where the other Scions like him are staying, once he has had his fill of the festivities. Knowing he'll have a roof over their heads gives Hunk a chance to relax for a moment. Watching the sky light up with magic is something else, although the sudden bursts of colors startle Shay into trying to bury her way under his tunic.
"He-Hey, knock that off! Your claws are tickling me, Shay!" Hunk scolds gently, squirming around as he attempts to pull the little hatchling free of his clothes.
Hunk | OTA | Will match format~
Going through the damaged wormhole was rough, and a hard knock to his head had Hunk out cold. It's with a gasp that he awakens. Sitting up, running his hands over his face, he recalls the dream, a memory, that leaves him in tears. Gone. Everything, everyone, he knew was gone. Team Voltron had failed, he had failed, and now there was nothing. It's a combination of the chilly air, noises of life, and some odd pulling sensation that finally pushes Hunk into motion
His body feels light, and looking down he realizes that his Paladin armor is gone. In it's place is a long-sleeved, yellow tunic, with a dark green vest, and soft, brown pants. A belt around his waist seems to have a pouch filled with rather strange looking coins. The fabric is light, and airy, which doesn't help much with the cool breeze blowing around him. At least he's got some rather decent boots. Shivering a little, he makes his way towards the various sounds and smells of the nearby market place.
He can feel many pairs of eyes on him. Some look human, while other's definitely... don't. While he doesn't sense any hostility, Hunk can't help keeping to himself, letting his legs move on their own. He has no clue where he's going, but something inside is tugging, guiding him somewhere.
[2: Upper and Lower Nuren]
Leaving the safety and comfort of the cave is difficult. It's the first time Hunk had felt such peace in a while. However, there's nothing there for a newly hatched dragon to eat. Or a person for that matter. Heading back out to the crowded streets, Hunk pauses to try and get some sort of bearings. Again, he feels eyes on him, but without the call pulling him towards his new partner, Hunk doesn't hold some of his previous reluctance to talk to someone. Approaching a stall selling what he assumes are fruits and vegetables, he begins to learn just what is going on. Scions. Dragons. Great beasts.
It's a lot to take in.
Thankfully, he manages to keep himself together enough to finish the conversation, purchase some much needed foodstuffs, a warm looking robe, and a small knife. Cradling the baby dragon to his chest, he wanders around the area, feeling incredibly lost. Friendly natives seem eager to help him, but he doesn't even know what to ask for at this point.
When Hunk feels himself on the verge of being overwhelmed, he ducks into a quiet alcove. Sitting on a crate, he looks down at his new furry bundle of responsibility, and can't help the wave of sadness that washes through him. The little dragon chirrups, sounding a bit distressed, and Hunk remembers the food he just purchased. Pulling out one of the softer feeling fruits, Hunk uses his new knife to cut out a chunk and hold it out for her. He watches the way she sniffs at it curiously, giving it a cursory lick before snatching it out of his fingers. Apparently, it's tasty because she's licking his sticky fingers, and looking at the rest of it in his other hand.
Smiling what feels like his first, real smile since he got here, he cuts off more chunks. Each one is quickly gobbled up, and he laughs, patting the dragon's blocky little head, "Well, at least I know one thing you like so far. That's a start, right?"
[3: Evening]
As the sun begins to set, Hunk belatedly realizes he wasted the whole afternoon wandering around, and never finding a place for them to bunk down. However, trying to get through the squares is tricky. There are people everywhere, both natives, and others like himself. It seems like each stall, or shop, he passes has someone trying to hand him a gift. A warm, soft blanket, hot food or drink, and trinkets.
A friendly mages offers to direct him to the caverns, where the other Scions like him are staying, once he has had his fill of the festivities. Knowing he'll have a roof over their heads gives Hunk a chance to relax for a moment. Watching the sky light up with magic is something else, although the sudden bursts of colors startle Shay into trying to bury her way under his tunic.
"He-Hey, knock that off! Your claws are tickling me, Shay!" Hunk scolds gently, squirming around as he attempts to pull the little hatchling free of his clothes.