The Weakest Kobold In The Dungeon Gets A Level [Book 1 Complete] Chapter 11: Chapter 9: The Sound of Beating Wings

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Chapter 9 The Sound Of Beating Wings “It’s so cute. I’ve never seen any kind of hatchling before,” Nik said in the most gentle voice that he could muster, out of fear for startling it. Golden eyes that were huge for the little face that held them looked up into his. This creature seemed entirely unlike the great blue dragon that had burned a swath of the Emberwoods. I think I prefer you to the other guy, by a lot , he thought. Looking into the tiny creature’s saucer eyes, he spoke softly, “So you’re a fae-dragon, eh? You know, you’re the second dragon I’ve seen. You are much, much cuter, though.” Pearl let her voice rise higher than she meant for it to with surprise clear in her voice. “Hold a moment. Second dragon? When did you see your ‘first’ dragon?” Its large eyes grew wider at the sudden outburst and it sunk itself back into Nik’s fingers. “Black Tower, be softer with your voice,” Nik reprimanded her, his voice still calm. “I’m pretty sure it was the source of the forest fire. I saw it after the river. I was going to tell you about it once we stopped. Same as the candlelight ability.” She responded this time in a quieted tone, “Right, that all makes sense, but we need to stop putting important conversations off. Next time we will walk and talk more. Well, you’ll walk, I’ll be on your shoulder.” “Changing back to the topic at hand,” Nik said. “What do you know about fae-dragons?” “They are incredibly rare, I know that much. They hatch from plants or flowers depending on the type, and it would seem mushrooms are an option as well. They do not grow to the size of other dragons, but then again, they are as much fae as they are dragon. That is about all that I have for you,” she said, smiling brightly at the hatchling. It still seemed to be trying to keep its distance from her staying to the far side of Nik’s cupped hands. His eyes squinted as he focused his thoughts on one very important aspect of the current situation in which they had found themselves. He contemplated, No, that won’t do. Maybe, no. No, not that either. Wait! Got it! “You know I’ve never named something before. I’m going to call you Ryan!” he said with a proud smile. The sides of Pearl’s mouth turned down, “You’re going to name him Ryan? That is a terrible name for any kind of dragon.” Ryan’s eyes narrowed, and the smallest puff of green smoke shot itself halfway to her before losing momentum and dissipating. The now angry little faebeast was no longer keeping back to Nik’s upcurled fingers. In his need to rail against Pearl’s statement he nearly went over the edge of the palm that held him. Okay, so he is intelligent, and strong willed. Two things we didn’t know before, and he’s a good judge of names, thought Nik. “Maybe leave Ryan’s name alone,” he chuckled. Pearl’s hands went up, “Okay, okay. Ryan it is. It is fine enough for the fae-dragon, it is fine enough for me.” “That’s good,” Nik said, “Because I don’t think we could change it now.” She returned his smile, how could she not. They had just witnessed something that she didn’t know if anyone else alive on their tier of the tower had ever seen. It was then that a thought entered her mind at the same time it was spoken aloud by Nik. “What do fae-dragons eat by the way?” Her hand went to her face as she realized that despite the incredible event they just witnessed, they now had a literal hatchling in their possession. They would have to care for a newborn while also trying to stay alive. It was nice to know that it had some sort of poison breath, but that would not be helpful until it grew, if not dangerous for the overall group until then. “I honestly do not know, we will have to try offering it a few things,” was all she responded with. She tried keeping too much of her worry from showing. Based on the gift that was given by the flutter-fox, it seemed to have the belief that Nik had a very dangerous road ahead of him. It was visible from the aghast look on his face that Nik was mortified by something