Alfred nodded and stared up at the ceiling, unwilling to take off his glasses and plunge into darkness at the moment. It was that same chalk as the rest of the cliff, only more solid, and perhaps with veins of flint or some other black rock lining it for stability. Interesting. He wondered how long it had taken the river to carve these tunnels, or how it had happened. How did you get long winding tunnels like this in a cliff? Then Alfred’s mind was drawn to the sea shore.
“Aengus, are there… I know this sounds stupid, but, are there, like giant rock worms or something here?” Alfred pushed his glasses up his nose again as they slid when he turned to look at Aengus again, propping himself up on his elbow. “Cuz I can’t think how these tunnels are here otherwise, and…” Alfred suddenly remembered the entire discussion from earlier in the tree, and he blushed bright red, desperately hoping the answer wasn’t ‘magic’, because then he’d look really, really dumb.
Aengus’s laugh echoed in the chambers, delighted. “You’re sharper than you look! Yes, thousands of years ago, these were dragon ‘atching grounds, and the tunnels were made when they were wyrms. At least, according to them, anyways.” Aengus looked at Adain, grinning lopsidedly.
Adain rolled his eyes. Indeed. I was born in an earlier age, but this true. Here is where Ontendnes laid her brood. Here is where lived the yet unnamed. He tone was of the ages, of teaching of generations, oddly spiritual, and –
“Why are you talking so weird?” Alfred burst out before he could stop himself.
Adain glared at him, suddenly angry. Perhaps if you actually listened to what people said before you opened your mouth, you’d learn more and perhaps elevate your mind above the measly, uneducated, rough tongued scientist that you are. Adain was breathing heavily, and tendrils of flame were leaking out of his nostrils. Dude, what was his problem? Weren’t they fine just like twenty minutes ago? And since when was ‘scientist’ an insult? You have no respect for anyone but yourself! You cannot realize how obviously annoying and banal you are, else you are even less intelligent than you appear! No wonder you’ve offended more people than you know exist! I have tolerated your ignorance and –
Suddenly, Adain shut himself up, and took off, wings flapping, towards the other end of the cave. Alfred followed Adain with his eyes until he disappeared around a pile of cooking utensils. Alright, so that was weird. Was it because Adain had just finished arguing with Aengus? Alfred turned to Aengus, who had a troubled look on his face. “What’s wrong? What’d I do?”
“You insulted ‘is religion, mate.” Aengus looked at him. “Dragons are mighty prideful creatures.” Aengus stood up, and headed out in Adain’s direction.
Crowe 10c/?
“Aengus, are there… I know this sounds stupid, but, are there, like giant rock worms or something here?” Alfred pushed his glasses up his nose again as they slid when he turned to look at Aengus again, propping himself up on his elbow. “Cuz I can’t think how these tunnels are here otherwise, and…” Alfred suddenly remembered the entire discussion from earlier in the tree, and he blushed bright red, desperately hoping the answer wasn’t ‘magic’, because then he’d look really, really dumb.
Aengus’s laugh echoed in the chambers, delighted. “You’re sharper than you look! Yes, thousands of years ago, these were dragon ‘atching grounds, and the tunnels were made when they were wyrms. At least, according to them, anyways.” Aengus looked at Adain, grinning lopsidedly.
Adain rolled his eyes. Indeed. I was born in an earlier age, but this true. Here is where Ontendnes laid her brood. Here is where lived the yet unnamed. He tone was of the ages, of teaching of generations, oddly spiritual, and –
“Why are you talking so weird?” Alfred burst out before he could stop himself.
Adain glared at him, suddenly angry. Perhaps if you actually listened to what people said before you opened your mouth, you’d learn more and perhaps elevate your mind above the measly, uneducated, rough tongued scientist that you are. Adain was breathing heavily, and tendrils of flame were leaking out of his nostrils. Dude, what was his problem? Weren’t they fine just like twenty minutes ago? And since when was ‘scientist’ an insult? You have no respect for anyone but yourself! You cannot realize how obviously annoying and banal you are, else you are even less intelligent than you appear! No wonder you’ve offended more people than you know exist! I have tolerated your ignorance and –
Suddenly, Adain shut himself up, and took off, wings flapping, towards the other end of the cave. Alfred followed Adain with his eyes until he disappeared around a pile of cooking utensils. Alright, so that was weird. Was it because Adain had just finished arguing with Aengus? Alfred turned to Aengus, who had a troubled look on his face. “What’s wrong? What’d I do?”
“You insulted ‘is religion, mate.” Aengus looked at him. “Dragons are mighty prideful creatures.” Aengus stood up, and headed out in Adain’s direction.