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Alora didn't get an answer from Irene about what type of dragon it was, as there was quite a commotion to distract them. The dragon grew agitated, and Irene decided it was best they let Zareb handle things for now. It was starting to get late in the afternoon and the air grew colder -- in fact, quite unnaturally colder; likely the dragon had something to do with that.
So had Zareb's signal, she nodded and led their daughters away from the area. They didn't go far, however. Just a safe enough distance, then they worked on setting up the tent. It was done with magic, of course, but Irene kept them busy with some final touches. Then they headed inside to get warm.
With Ringwald for company, the girls were firmly instructed to stay inside the tent. Irene prepared them some snacks and a self-warming, re-filling jug of hot chocolate -- then headed out to assist Zareb and get an update on the situation.
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Alora and Kamari had no memory after that -- it had gotten dark and they'd just chatted or passed the time however they wished. They got sleepy, and the next thing they knew it was morning. They'd wake comfortably in their own bed, dressed snug in Christmas-themed pajamas.
It was early, but the sun was up. There was soft music playing in the main room, where Zareb and Irene were preparing breakfast. A huge Christmas tree, fir-shaped but with black wood and white leaves, sparkled in the middle of the tent. There were no gifts in sight of course, as Sagemores didn't do that sort of tradition early in the day. Their festivities happened at night, as there was much work to be done on Christmas.
The only exception was a saucer on the table, awaiting each of them. And there was this year's chocolate treat made by Irene -- the finest chocolate they'd ever tasted, sitting on a gingerbread base. Irene was still yet to share the recipe, despite many attempts to ask or figure it out. Either way, it was always unbeatable in taste, and large enough to fit on their whole hand.
This year, the shape was a Hungarian Horntail dragon breathing fire. The "fire" bit of the chocolate had a bit of spice to it. The details were almost too good to eat, but knowing how good it would taste surely was too big a temptation to miss.
If not for any themed clothing, the tree, or the special chocolates, one couldn't tell it was Christmas. Ringwald was spread out by a fireplace, purring happily as if he'd recently stolen something delicious. If he had, there was no evidence of his crime. At least the chocolates were safe on the dining table, on account of his lack of required grace for reaching them.
Post by Alora Sagemore on Jan 22, 2024 2:10:53 GMT 10
The dragon seemed displeased. Before Alora could watch any further, at her Papa’s signal, their Mama led them away. A bit disappointed to not be able to observe the dragon and her father any longer, Alora followed.
Only when a shiver ran down her spine did she notice the sudden drop in temperature. In an attempt to warm up, she wrapped her arms around herself, though to no avail. It was unnaturally cold. Glancing back at the dragon and the frosty area around it, she wondered if it was the cause.
Alora couldn’t ponder over it for long, as the task of setting up the tent with her family successfully distracted her. She shot one yearning glance back at the dragon before they were ushered inside. Once inside the familiar tent, she felt right at home. Warmth embraced her and she sighted in relief, realising only now how cold she really was. While watching the dragon more would have been awesome, doing so in the cold was exhausting.
Alora gladly accepted the jug of hot chocolate and nodded at the instruction to stay.
“We’ll watch over Ringwald, right Kamari?” she declared, taking on this duty seriously. She wouldn’t let their cat cause any more mischief while their parents handled a dragon!
Grabbing a feathery toy from nearby, she played for a while with Ringwald, keeping herself and the cat occupied until Ringwald decided to get bored with it. Instead, he snuggled onto Alora’s lap, purring.
Giving him some soft strokes and gradually growing tired were her last memories of the day. However, somehow, she woke in her bed to soft music, dressed in Christmas pajamas.
It was Christmas!
Filled with excitement, Alora rushed out of her room into the main room, tripping over the edges of a carpet. On the spur of the moment, she quickly reached forward with her arms and curled herself up, executing a perfect somersault.
She landed with one knee on the ground, one leg standing at a ninety-degree angle, her arms proudly thrust into her sides.
Quite the entrance, she had to say! After all, somersaults were the first ‘saving’ form she had trained to ultimate perfection.
She slowly walked over to her parents, glancing at the Christmas tree and Ringwald with a smile. Although she was about to offer her help in preparing breakfast, her attention was caught by the chocolate on the table. She immediately recognised the shape.
“A Hungarian Horntail? It looks fantastic!” Alora exclaimed, the chocolate drawing her in.
The details were stunning – and mouthwatering, as she knew from experience it would taste as good as it looked. Still… It was hard to resist biting right into it, but Alora decided to refrain from eating it until after breakfast.
However, the dragon reminded her of the one from yesterday.
“Is the dragon still there?” Alora asked curiously and turned her head briefly toward the tent entrance, though refraining from peeking out.
The image of the frosty dragon in her mind resulted in asking a question about it instead of offering her help as originally intended.
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Post by Kamari Sagemore on Jan 22, 2024 8:21:07 GMT 10
It was a whirlwind. Setting up the tent, making sure everything was good to go. Kamari did the tasks assigned to her as quickly and efficiently as she was able, working hard to make sure that everything she did went as smoothly as possible.
When it was all together, Mama gave them hot chocolate and set out, Alora saying that they'd gladly stay put and Kamari agreeing with a nod and a quick word. They'd keep Ringwald company, Kamari had no doubts she'd be able to achieve that.
So, she watched Mama go with a quick "Stay Safe." before turning her attention to her sister and their cat as they played together.
When had it become morning? Kamari glanced around and hummed to herself, blinking away the sleep. She couldn't even remember falling asleep so figured that the night had just caught up with her. There had definitely been a lot of travel and new things yesterday - not to mention the whole... dragon situation.
Plus, Kamari had ended up listening more to her sister and mama talk about the dragon than she had anything else. What had happened? She could remember talking about little things and, sometime before sleep, running off to wrap the things she'd gotten from the Twiggs boy for everyone.
But it was morning now.
Kamari shuffled from her bed and glanced down at herself with a snort. She was in Christmas Pajamas and it was time to go.
Stuffing her feet into some warm shoes she made her way from the bedroom and, after carrying out the morning routine, made her way into the kitchen where she was happy to find Mama and Papa together, making breakfast.
"Good morning!" She called out with the most cheerful of voices, "Merry Christmas!" And it was! Because she got to see her family! With a quick kiss to mama's cheek and a hug to Papa's side she scampered around the table to peek at the chocolate there for all to see.
"Ohh Mama, this looks amazing!" she called, peeking closer at the detail - she itched to take a piece but wouldn't touch it. Not until she got the official go ahead, anyway.
After a round of hugs and festive greetings, as well as a proud smile from Irene as they complimented her chocolates, the Sagemores all sat down to eat breakfast. There was grilled chicken and onions, some fried pastries with bean filling, and the main dish of eggs poached in a spicy (yet child-friendly) tomato sauce.
Meals were unpredictable when travelling; sometimes they had local dishes or used local ingredients, and other times (like today) they just made whatever they felt like having. This breakfast was a rather typical Sagemore meal -- with Zarebs favourite chicken and onions, and Irene's favourite pastries. There were also goblets of thick, frothy milk to enjoy.
'Aunt Taraji was here earlier and wishes you all a happy Christmas,' Irene said, before she forgot -- while nudging Ringwald with her feet as he sneakily made himself present should any leftovers find their way to the floor.
He lived in enteral hope.
'She got called out again, unfortunately. Busy time of year,' Irene said, disappointed even as it was to be expected. 'We have plenty of work to do today as well, so eat your fill.'
'The dragon's still there.' Zareb nodded, having reserved question-answering for after his first three bites of chicken. 'The tamers did manage to move her away from the mine. We sorted out the supply issue after that. The dragon's resting for now. We can take you down to say hello after breakfast, if you'd like?'
'Then we'll need to head off,' Irene continued, not missing a beat. Ever the perfect team that they were. 'There's still plenty of orders to send out, particularly to international clients. We also have an event to attend later, and...'
She glanced at Kamari, then Alora -- squinting as if trying to remember something, then nodded.
'Ah yes, didn't you have something you wanted to ask or discuss with us for this Christmas?' Irene reached for more food, resisting the urge to take the lead. This was something that came from them, so they should have the chance to propose it in their own words.
Zareb, dividing his attention between his breakfast and his children, also moved his foot when mischievous little paws wandered too close to his chair. They did not allow Ringwald anything from the table for his own good, and for the sake of manners, but not once had that prevented him from trying his luck just in case.
Post by Kamari Sagemore on Jan 29, 2024 23:15:26 GMT 10
It was nice to be able to sit down with everyone for breakfast... all save for Aunt Taraji who had, apparently, been called back to work. Kamari glanced at her plate, ready to dig in but, of course, minding her manners. She thought about tossing Ringwald some chicken but thought better of it as she bit into her first pastry.
They had to mind their manners and make sure he stayed healthy, after all.
It came as no surprise they still had a ton of work to do. It was the same every year and she tried to remember if there was ever a time when it hadn't been this way. She didn't mind how busy it was, honestly, she liked it.
Told to eat her fill, Kamari obliged, finishing off her first pastry before moving onto the chicken. It was wonderful! She ate it slowly as they talked about going to say hello after breakfast.
"That would be amazing!" she chimed in, a brilliant smile pulling on her features. But the idea of heading off was nice, too. They had a lot to do and Kamari knew it. There would be orders to fill, things to wrap (which was where she sparkled.)
She was slightly excited for it, if she were being honest. Because it was time that she could spend with her sister and parents... even if she missed her aunt. But she had no doubt that she'd see her eventually!
But then... Mama changed her subject to what she'd wanted to do. All of a sudden she felt a little... it wasn't shy, really. It was just an idea she was keen on and hoped they'd see the vision too.
"Well, I was thinking... A friend of mine said once that prices on quality things were sometimes hard for others to achieve." She started, knowing that Silvana had made a dang good point when she'd talked about quality owl treats... then again it was the same for toys, wasn't it?
"I was wondering if there would be a way this year or next to send some toys to families that would otherwise have trouble. You know, a Christmas toy drive and donation event?"
She hadn't prepared herself for the conversation as she'd hoped she'd be able to but she hoped Alora could have some input too. Glancing over at her sister she gathered herself a little more, knowing that this was important even if it was just a family setting.
"It may be difficult and even extra work, but I'm willing to put in the effort for it and I am aware it is a big ask which probably can't be accomplished today but I believe with a proper plan and some thinking, this time next year we would be able to help far more families."
She felt like she'd said it all in one breath.
This year, I would like to attempt donating to a few families, perhaps three to five, and expand it next year if that would be at all possible." It seemed that the one glance at her sister had boosted Kamari's confidence.
She was blessed as a Sagemore and she was well aware of it. Having someone point out that even owl treats were hard to come by for some... well it was an eye opener, that was for sure. Reaching under the table she sought out Alora's hand.
It was her own idea, yes, but Alora gave her the confidence to keep going. So, with a light squeeze as a silent thank you, she waited with baited breath for Alora to give her input or Papa and Mama to say something.
Post by Alora Sagemore on Jan 30, 2024 6:25:52 GMT 10
Alora greeted each of her family member with a hug and settled down at the table. Eager to see what was on today’s menu, she had to concentrate to stop fidgeting.
To her surprise, it was one of their typical family meals. While she knew which dishes her parents loved, she herself was a fan of the poached eggs. The slightly gooey texture felt funny in her mouth, and she found it difficult to refrain from poking the egg with her fork in a playful manner, as the egg was wobbling around. In addition, she in general had a taste for spicy food, so it was the perfect dish for her.
It was a bit sad, Aunt Taraji wasn’t able to join them, but it was this time of year after all. Alora hoped, they could spend some time later together as she hadn’t seen her yet.
She took another graceful bite of her plate while listening to her parents.
Plenty to do? Alora expected as much, though she still wondered what they would do. But she didn’t ask, the plans wouldn’t be solid after all.
“It’s still there?” she burst out with joy, even more so after hearing the dragon had been successfully moved, the supply issue solved.
“I’d love to see it again!” Alora nodded eagerly at the opportunity. When else could she see a dragon so close again? Though dragon sightings seemed to increase…
“Do the tamers know where the dragon came from?” she asked with a tilted head.
The ice dragon clearly had been hurt before – like the dragon flying over Hogwarts.
Before she could ask more, Alora saw a movement out of the corner of her eyes, then felt stared at. When she turned her head and looked down, a purring Ringwald looked up to her. She gave him a stern look and shook her index finger at him, making it clear that he wouldn’t get anything. For his well-being and not to spoil him. They already did that enough.
When the conversation turned to the sisters, Alora only understood what this was about after Kamari started to explain. It had been her idea, after all.
With a smile directed at her parents, she nodded along the explanation her sister gave them, then squeezed her hand back in reassurance.
“Kamari told me about her idea at Hogwarts, and I think it’s great!” Alora declared proudly. “And I want to help her!”
She then put one hand to her cheek in thought.
“Though I also thought, instead of donating to specific families, we could also donate toys to an orphanage?”
Alora’s eyes sparkled as she remembered the ideas she had come up with.
“And if we’ll able to expand it next year, we could give children even more festive spirit. For example through gathering letters to Santa from the children and providing them then with fitting presents!”
Like if the Sagemores themselves were little Santas!
Now, Alora wanted to dress up as Santa Claus and hand out presents. In her opinion, every child should have the chance to receive enough toys. She would even give out one of her own.
Her bright smile turned into a thoughtful expression.
“But it might be difficult to carry this out. What if we can give only a few children the toys they had wanted, and not everyone? That would be sad…”
Alora cast her gaze downward onto her plate, her body faltering a bit. Just thinking about this tragedy made her empathise with the children and their possible bitter sadness about not having their wishes fulfilled, while some did.
While taking another bite from her egg, she awaited a response from her parents. This filled her up with excitement, lifting up her spirits immediately again.
Irene smiled as the girls explained their idea and variations of making it work. The pride an intrigue was obvious in her gaze as she watched and listened, then leaned to the side to peer at Zareb and await his thoughts.
He heard their every word the same as any business discussion. When it came to things like this, while of course Alora and Kamari were less experienced and still young, their family never treated them like kids when it came to sharing their thoughts and ideas. They never just humoured them; they always listened, and took it seriously.
'As an annual tradition, that I would discourage,' Zareb said, pausing to eat more chicken. 'To create the expectation of reoccurrence, particularly at such an already heavily busy time of year, would be too taxing on us and our resources. It also grow out of hand, and be taken advantage of.'
He nodded, setting aside his finished plate to contemplate the overall idea.
'But as a one-time thing, with the possibility of reusing the concept at other times of the year, I believe you have something lovely here.' Zareb gave them an encouraging look. 'A toy drive, which can be organised and conducted tonight, is doable.'
He gave Irene a pointed glance.
'Yes.' She nodded, quickly turning her attention to Alora and Kamari. 'Tonight we'll all be attending a Christmas Gala in Paris, and we have decided that you're both old enough to attend this year. As this is a fundraising and networking event, it would be the perfect opportunity to present your toy drive.'
They'd clearly been waiting for the right moment to share that news. Exciting as it was to be allowed to attend such a huge and prestigious event, mostly held for adults and those of public importance, they'd also know that it would be overwhelming. The press would be there too, and it went until quite late at night.
'So, are you ready to tackle your first big event?' Zareb glanced at them in turn. 'Kamari, as this was your idea and you're the eldest, you'll need to lead a speech to present your toy drive. Make sure Alora has some speaking parts too. Nothing too long, just to tell people about what the toy drive is, why you're doing it, and who benefits.'
Irene set aside her plate as well.
'We can't make this an annual thing ourselves, but by presenting it at the Gala you can include an encouragement for those attending to also donate towards the toy drive. A call to action, based on your concept,' she added, giving them encouraging looks. 'An orphanage is best suited; we'll arrange that.'
'We'll factor this into our schedule, before the gala,' Zareb said, rising to begin clearing the table after everyone was finished. 'What we need from you this morning is an official proposal; what tasks and things we need to organise -- including what sort of toys, how many, target age, and so on.'
'After delivering some to the orphanage personally, you need to show us a copy of your speech,' Irene added. 'Then we'll review, and confirm your dive for the Gala tonight. How does that sound?'
'Don't forget, the Daily Prophet and various press will be there.' Zareb sighed. It was a necessary evil in their line of work and brand recognition. 'Your presence alone will warrant attention, but doing this toy drive will likely require an interview. This is your chance to share a message and inspire others. It goes beyond handing out a few toys.'
They'd done a couple interviews over the years, but usually only a question or two about their opinion or something generic -- new toys, what sort of things they'd like to influence the business for when they grow up, and what it's like being in the public eye. Nothing as personal as their own project -- where they were the main focus, not their parents.
'If you have any questions or what to confirm something, now is the time.' Zareb cast some cleaning and dish-washing charms. He nudged Ringwald aside, then checked some notes regarding today's schedule. 'Your speech will also have to be cleared by Aunt Taraji; she'll have my head otherwise.'
Post by Alora Sagemore on Feb 2, 2024 15:49:32 GMT 10
Alora always loved how their parents patiently listened to any ideas they had. Despite her age, her input felt to be seriously considered, like any other business partner. This gave Alora even more confidence to voice her thoughts, even if they sounded funny or weird at first. However, with ideas and help from others, the idea could blossom into something beautiful.
Alora finished her meal while listening to her Papa. She nodded understandingly as he explained that it wouldn't be a good idea to make it annual and why. Christmas was always a busy time, after all.
But overall, he thought it was a lovely idea! Awesome!
Alora beamed at her Papa, though she soon stared at him dumbfounded.
... Did he just say tonight? Tonight?!
She knew her parents would consider their idea, but she hadn't expected it to still be executed in time. A toy drive on such a short notice? However, the feeling of surprise didn't last long. Instead, Alora grinned and shrugged.
Yeah, that was the way of the Sagemore's, always able to manage the unexpected!
She still needed to learn lot to face a situation such as this calm and clear-minded, like her parents.
Alora looked up at her Papa with big eyes again as he mentioned the event tonight.
The Gala in Paris? And both Kamari and she would be allowed to attend? They never had been there before! At least at the Gala... Alora tried to remember if they ever had been to Paris before...
But this were incredible news! And unnerving...
She fidgeted in her chair while trying to retain a neutral face - she failed. Her excited smile soon turned into a frown.
She would really love to attend the event. She had heard about it such events from her parents before and it had sounded amazing! However, there would be a lot of people. Foreign people. People in front of whom she couldn't allow herself any blunders. People like the annoying press.
Her stomach tightened at the thought of it. Then, Alora's gaze fell onto Kamari and she felt their still joined hand, giving her reassurance.
She wouldn’t be alone. Her parents and her sister would be there with her. And sooner or later, Alora had to practise how to properly handle the press, if she ever wanted to continue the family business. She had to learn how to not spit out any comment she had ready on the tip of her tongue.
To avoid this, she had tried to remain as silent as possible in front of press so far. However, this wouldn’t be feasible for long.
Luckily for her, as Kamari was the older sister, she had to lead a speech, though Alora apparently would get some speaking parts as well. And there was the likelihood of an interview afterwards with the nasty press… ngh…
However, this would be their first big project, they would prepare alone (mostly). And Alora definitely wanted to be a part of this!
In addition, she couldn’t let Kamari handle everything on her own. No, she would help her big sis with all her might, so that the toy drive would be a huge success! Her sister could count on her! For the realisation of Kamari’s idea and for the toyless children!
Alora was all for providing other kids with toys. Every child needed a toy they could play with. And in her opinion, if possible, it should be one they owned themselves. This project was one step to realise this.
And confronting the press? Well, if she looked at it like another challenge to overcome, it didn’t seem so bad anymore…
Her gaze turned back to her Papa, clenching her free hand, her expression filled with determination.
"I am ready!" she answered firmly, then turned to her sister, with a beaming smile. "We can do this, right Kamari?"
Questions? Alora thought about it… It was difficult to come up with some as she still needed time to get her head wrapped about this whole project, though the thing she knew to least of was the Gala.
“What groups of people can we expect at the Gala? Like, who would we address the speech to?”
Depending on this, they should alter the speech then, right? At least she addressed people differently compared to their background. For example, she would speak differently to a professor or a business partner.
“And can’t we ask you later any questions, if others come up?” Alora asked with a tilted head.
Post by Kamari Sagemore on Feb 3, 2024 0:53:03 GMT 10
This was a big thing for her, something that she felt like she could do so, when she saw mama's smile and Papa's intent gaze, she knew she had to keep going. This wasn't a child's idea, this was a Sagemore's idea and that mean that it was going to be listened to.
"My idea, Papa, is to have others interested, in making them aware so that even if we aren't able to participate yearly, others may be able to. We aren't the only ones capable - we're only the first to think of it." Like dominos. Oh, that was a good idea. And a great way to explain things.
But it was doable. Kamari's smile was brilliant, full of excitement at the words, quickly changing to a look of surprise when they were told they'd be going to the Christmas Gala. Oh. Oh! That was something wasn't it!
Mama spoke, then Papa, Kamari's mind already buzzed with ideas. It was her idea, include Alora. Had to be done tonight and there was a lot to do beforehand. Kamari was more than happy to do the things, standing with Papa. She offered a quick squeeze of Alora's hand before offering to help her father with the clearing of the table.
She was a bit quiet as she thought of the press that would attend and what would need to be said, but she had an idea.
And they were delivering toys themselves! Kamara felt the rush of excitement flow through her as she glanced at her mama as she spoke about the speech. She could do that. It'd been a thought since she'd met Sylvana and all she had to do was give words to it.
The press would want an interview. She'd anticipated that, as well. She nodded in response.
"Don't worry, Papa, the press, in this case, will be a tool to get the word out and hopefully light a fire beneath those that can help. I have faith in Alora and myself." Was she overly confident? She didn't think so. It was Christmas after all!
Settling back down after her task was done she took Alora's hand back into hers. It was more for confidence at this point but her sister had her back and she knew it.
"The press will be there so would it be wise to have visual aids? Especially considering the camera doesn't catch sound...?" Questions. She had them, just couldn't think of the right ones to ask. It was going to be fun coming up with something to say, but she had a feeling she could nail it. She did, after all, have Alora with her.
'You would address them simple as members or attendees of the gala,' Irene answered Alora. 'And we would prefer you to both to solve your own problems or obtain answers without needing to ask us, when possible. You cannot always rely on someone else to know what to do. But, of course, there is nothing wrong with asking for help if you get stuck.'
'Perhaps,' Zareb answered Kamari, regarding the visual aids. 'Sometimes though, simple is best. Keep in mind that this is a large crowd, with minimal magic allowance. Hearing across the gala won't be an issue, but visuals get compromised the further away someone is. Keep that in mind.'
They talked about it some more, while cleaning up after breakfast and getting ready for the day. Christmas was fleeting for the Sagemores, unlike other families who had an entire day to enjoy it. With their main festivities later on, not even breakfast was a time to just chill and enjoy their company.
There was work to be done.
But first, as promised, they had a dragon to greet. Zareb headed out first, returning to the site nearby to speak with the Dragon Tamers and get an update. Irene secured Ringwald in a fluffy cat cave sort of bed, where he gladly curled up in and stayed put.
Alora and Kamari knew to be sensible about things like this; to dress comfortably but practically, not make too much noise or wide gestures, and to listen well to all instructions. So Irene was able to send them off to get changed, then lead the way down the hill.
The dragon from yesterday was still there, though noticeably less agitated. It was now secured within a magical fence, with several Tamers nearby. Zareb beckoned them to the edge of the fence -- the closest many could ever get to a dragon. It was sleepy, though not unaware of company. The dragon's subdued state was clearly intentional, not a natural sleepiness.
'What do you think?' Zareb asked his daughters with a smile, pleased to give them such an incredible opportunity to stand this close to a fully-grown ice-breathing dragon.
And in his smile they knew that they were, as long as they behaved and remained alert, relatively safe at the moment. Their parents did not take risks, not even for something as wonderfully unique and awe-inspiring as this. They also knew that there was always a lesson in every experience; a chance to ask questions, expand their perspectives, and take in new information.
The frostiness around the dragon almost looked like crystals, and could not at all compare to the now-mundane snowy weather beyond the mining site.
Post by Alora Sagemore on Mar 12, 2024 4:47:38 GMT 10
Alora listened attentive to everything her parents said, and nodded in understanding, though her eyes began to sparkle as her Mama mentioned to not rely too much on them. This was it! This was definitely one!
While Alora fully stood behind the goal to bring toys and joy to other children, there was a single word which pushed itself in front of all other thoughts, even appearing in capital letters in her mind: CHALLENGE.
Getting the toy drive running, bringing toys to the orphanage? Inspiring other people to do the same? Confronting the press?
This whole project was just filled with challenges! And Alora would do everything to overcome them!
That the project might serve as a learning experience for both her and her sister didn’t even cross her mind for a second…
Her mind started to fill up with ideas in her mind for the project, though she needed to save them up for later as they first had to tackle some other undertakings.
Like visiting a dragon!
Never before had Alora been so fast in helping cleaning up breakfast and getting dressed. She then eagerly followed her parents to the dragon, glancing at Kamari to see if her sister was just as excited as her.
She knew of course she needed to approach in a not-threatening way, with slow movements, though it was difficult to maintain that way as her heart pounded fast because of her excitement, her body ready to bounce up and down with her heart. But as a Sagemore, she somewhat had learned to appear calm on the outside – at least most of the time.
Alora stared at the icy dragon in awe, feeling secure with her Papa and the Tamers nearby. And the magical fence helped too, though she felt a bit sad seeing the dragon caged. Perhaps it would get more room later on? She surely hoped so!
But the dragon was huge. Its scales had a little bit of frost on top like the ground around the dragon, letting them glitter in the sun.
The whole sight was just…
“It’s beautiful!” Alora immediately replied and looked up to her Papa, a bright smile surfacing on her face, her eyes glistening. “Papa, do you know what breed it is? And why it’s here?”
She looked at the sleepy dragon and the cage, then threw a short glance at the Tamers before looking back to the dragon, tilting her head in question.
“What's gonna happen with the dragon now?”
It had moved now from the cave, so their supply issue was solved, but were to would the dragon be going now?
Post by Kamari Sagemore on Mar 12, 2024 23:01:42 GMT 10
She listened. It was about all she could do – trying to form words in her mind of what she could and would say. Address them as members and attendees… that was easy enough.
But they weren’t to ask for help unless they needed it. She had to figure it out on her own which mean, to her, that she had a challenge to deal with. She had this.
Especially with Alora by her side.
But Papa did mention that sometimes simple was best which scooted her idea for a visual right off the table. That was alright, she could work with words, right? She was good at speaking… so she liked to think.
Eventually they were finished with their breakfast clean up and ready to go see the dragon! How exciting was that!? She ran upstairs to dress quickly, yet prudently, taking her spot beside her sister as they were led down to the nearby site to see the dragon that breathed ice.
The poor thing looked tired. Kamari could relate but didn’t say anything about it. Sometimes they had to keep a dragon tired to make sure it didn’t hurt anything and it seemed content at least.
”Alora has a good question…” she responded, glancing at the cage. What did they do in these situations? Would they find a way to release the creature back into the wild or would they take it somewhere? She didn’t really know.
But she wanted to.
This wasn’t something like a speech or work, this was seeing something amazing up close. She wanted to touch it, to learn all about it, perhaps even to feed it but there wasn’t a way to do that. Or she didn’t think there was, anyway.
”What does it eat? Is there any magical uses for the frost it breathes?” Or could she get some? That would be super cool! She would have loved to show some dragon frost but… doubted it would stay frost if she collected it.
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While they were busy admiring the dragon, Irene headed to speak with a Tamer -- then leaned to whisper something to Zareb. He nodded, and she trekked back up the hill towards where they'd camped for the night. Though no one said a word to the kids, Alora and Kamari knew the signs of being a bit behind schedule when they saw it.
They'd be leaving soon.
However, Zareb didn't miss a beat. He nodded at something only he understood, then glanced at his youngest as Alora asked about the breed.
'It's classified,' he said, crossing his arms tight as he watched the dragon's huge breaths -- as if it soothed him to watch it rest. 'As for why it's here, the Tamers have a few theories. Nothing concrete. It's very far from where it should be.'
He gave his daughters a reassuring smile, and pat Alora's head.
'Don't worry, the dragon's safe now,' Zareb said. 'She'll be escorted to their Romanian Outpost sometime next week. Once she feels inclined to move, of course.'
A few Tamers chuckled at his comment, despite their tired gazes and a few spots of frost injury on their arms or hands. She was quite the stubborn one, that dragon.
Kamari's question about what the dragon eats went unanswered, as the classified named of its breed answered that already; yet to be determined, with a degree of certainty. But a glance at the Tamers nearby indicated to her that they did have some ideas, and had likely tried a few options.
'There are uses,' Zareb answered her second question carefully.
A lack of detail implied this was not the time or place for such an answer, especially as one Tamer even tensed at the question -- as if expecting someone to swoop in the take advantage of the poor dragon. One could only imagine what they were used to seeing out there, if the Daily Prophet was anything to go by these days.
Zareb glanced sideways at Kamari, then smiled as if he knew what she was thinking.
'It does, you know,' he said, pretending not to notice Irene rejoining them with a bag on her back and theirs levitating behind -- including Ringwald, still asleep in his cat cave bed. 'The frost. It stays... well, frosty. What's the record?'
He glanced at a Tamer, who was taking down notes on a clipboard -- something about the dragon's claw length and hue.
'Hmmm.' She thought for a moment. 'Eight months, in ideal conditions? If moved. But if left where she frosted it, much longer. Until winter's second melt, they say.'
Irene huffed at her husband innocently ignoring her, in wish to linger by the dragon a bit longer. She let his pack lightly bump him in the head, and the act was up. He gathered his pack and pulled it on, then nodded for the girls to grab their own. It was time to go.
While everyone bid farewell, the dragon opened her eyes -- clouded over with some sort of magical, icy layer. She stared directly at Alora, and made a low groan through her nostrils. Icy breath puffed out with it, and frost formed near Alora's boots. It remained fixed on her, to the point that a Tamer even grasped her shoulders to pull her back. Just in case.
Seeing this, Zareb gently reached for her hand and tugged Alora towards the hill. They had to climb back up it, which was a challenge with their packs despite the lightweight charms, and wandered to a bushy area where they could prepare to leave.
'Do we have everything?' Irene checked, while handing Zareb the chalk. 'Taraji will meet up with us. The Dragon Tamers actually let us know of an orphanage in their area, and it's one on our list so we'll head there now. She brought some toys to choose from, for donating.'
Zareb drew the line for their Dust Travel, unflinching out of pure focus and habit during such an important task -- despite the sudden roar from the dragon down the hill. Ringwald didn't even twitch, from the safety of his floating cat bed.
Irene peeked to see what was going on, but the Tamers weren't too fussed. Despite a stream of fresh frost drawn where they were all standing moments earlier. Quite the displeased dragon, though she willingly remained in the enchanted boundary.
'Ready?' Zareb checked again, while writing Romania inside the perfect circle. 'Last chance for questions. Make sure you have everything, as we won't be able to come back anytime soon. Tamers have cordoned off the area for all arrivals.'
Dragon Breed: Classified
Sagmores were brought up with this knowledge. A classified dragon breed means that its genealogy has odd indicators or its origins are under investigation. Quite common for dragons from illegal breeders, rescued during various nefarious cases, or found in places outside of their usual territory / flight pattern.
Essentially an unknown dragon in unauthorized circumstances or of suspicious origin. During the period it is marked as classified, speculation or discussion of its breed / where it came from is considered disruptive to the process. Or generally disrespectful of a Tamer's work.
Post by Kamari Sagemore on Apr 8, 2024 0:32:17 GMT 10
Classified.
If there were ever a word to deter Kamari that would be it – but she made a mental note that she’d be looking up what kind of dragons breathed fire, memorized the way the creature looked… even figured she knew the perfect professor to ask about the existence of the dragon and what it could be.
She had ways to figure out things even if others didn’t want to tell her. Sure, it was just to sate her own curiosity but there wasn’t a darn thing that was said to quench her curiosity.
Shooting Alora a knowing look she only nodded toward Papa in understanding.
They were out of time.
With the reassurance that the dragon was safe and what would happen to her, Kamari was more than glad to go. Especially after she’d made sure to make a mental note of the fine details of the dragon. At least with what she saw.
Even if there was caution in the way she was answered. Lack of detail said plenty, which meant she’d have to figure that out too… although that was less pressing. She wouldn’t be doing anything with dragon frost but it was cool to know that it lasted.
”Thank you for the answer,” she said, both toward Papa and the dragon tamer that had answered her question. She offered a warm smile before she noticed Mama coming up with their bags and Ringwald all together.
Papa finally put his own pack on and Kamari followed in his pace, tugging on the backpack and glancing back at Mama.
In the middle of saying goodbye there was movement. Kamari shot a glance toward the dragon who had her eyes open, watching Alora and made note of the girl being ushered away.
It was intimidating, absolutely.
Kamari moved with her sister, stepping back. The eyes weren’t focused on her but the fact that it was watching her younger sister was… interesting. Glancing between the youngest Sagemore and the Dragon she arched her brow in question but was swept away before anything could happen.
It was best to be safe.
Walking toward the hill with them she stayed back with Mama, walking step in step beside her as they made their way up the hill. It wasn’t easy but it was what she was used to. That would have to do.
Finally, they reached where they needed to be while Mama asked questions. Kamari gave herself a pat down before nodding.
”I think so, yes.” the Gryffindor replied, offering her Mama a grin as she handed the chalk over to Papa and talked about meeting up with Aunt Taraji.
Aunt Taraji would be joining them! She was so excited! She’d missed her so much! Shed’ seen her for a brief moment but she couldn’t wait to see her, talk to her, actually get a hug that was more than two seconds long!
She saw the ice and shrunk back, offering her hand out for her sister to take if she wished to. Dragons were so cool but scary, too. No matter how brave she was she understood how small they both were in comparison and the wise thing to do was to understand where the danger was.
”I’m ready, Papa.” She gave a nod of her head to emphasize, reaching out for Mama’s hand, too.
Almost immediately, Kamari’s mind went back to the orphanage they’d be going to. Thinking about the things she’d say at tonight’s gala. She had ideas but would have to talk to Alora, too.
Add to that finding time to talk to Papa about Quidditch and Hogsmead and school stuff… she’d probably have to wait to be back in school for a letter… but she’d see where time led. Ugh it was always so busy around Christmas time.
Post by Alora Sagemore on Apr 8, 2024 2:23:34 GMT 10
Alora’s eyes widened as she heard the word ‘classified’. She knew very well what it meant – and for which dragons it was most commonly used: The ones rescued from bad conditions, to put it mildly.
No wonder it had scars on its legs and necks, it must have suffered a lot. Poor dragon…
She couldn’t refrain from her face showing the compassion she felt towards the creature, though it eased as her Papa gave her a reassuring pat. As the Tamers chuckled, it made her even crack a smile as well.
“She? Well, I hope she doesn’t cause too much trouble on their way then! And feels right at home there.”
Though with other dragons, she would at least be not as lonely as before. And at the outpost, she would get proper treatment, not like where she came from.
Kamari’s questions were interesting as well, though they mostly got unanswered. They were quite difficult to answer after all, with the dragon being classified.
Right, classified. Now Alora wondered if the one at Hogwarts had been one as well…
She noticed her Mama out of the corner of her eyes, but she was still occupied with the dragon. And the conversation unfolding between her Papa and Kamari.
Wait, what? The frost stayed?!
Alora’s gaze instantly darted to the frost around the dragon, then to the Tamer next to them.
Eight months? Or longer?! Awesome!
She wondered if one could use it to make or store magical ice cream... And now she wanted to eat some.
The pack came into her view and swayed past her, right to her Papa’s head. She let out a refined giggle (because there were other people with them after all), then quickly gathered her own pack. However, she felt sad to get going. Like her Papa, she would have really loved to stay longer and observe the dragon. Alora wistfully gazed at the dragon once more.
And as if the dragon had heard her thoughts, she opened its eyes and stared right her. Alora stared back, and their eyes locked.
She heard the groan from the dragon, though couldn’t distinguish if it was out of pain or meant as a threat. Or did she just breathe loudly?
But Alora didn’t feel any fear towards the dragon, even as frost formed near her boots. It felt more like… a bond, perhaps? Like she could understand the dragon – or at least felt like she did.
However, the moment was over as Alora was pulled away by her shoulders by a Tamer.
She shook her head as if she just came out of a trance, then her hand was already taken by her Papa and she was pulled away, towards the hill. Everything happened so fast, but while Alora was ushered away, she turned her head back to the dragon, waving a goodbye.
“Take care!”
She really hoped, it would get to Romania soon…
Alora would have loved to watch the dragon even more, but she needed to fully focus on her own two feet for the climb. Luckily, she still had her Papa’s hand to stabilise her, and she actually managed to quickly climb the hill without tripping – though the occasional stumble was involved, especially with the additional baggage on their backs.
Arriving at their destination, her father let go off her to get the chalk and her Mama’s question made Alora forget the dragon for a second, and she checked everything.
“All there!” she answered, and perked up as her aunt was mentioned.
She hadn’t seen her throughout the whole holidays yet, so Alora was excited to meet up with her. And they would be going to an orphanage now? To get their toy drive going? Awesome!
Alora wondered what toys Aunt Taraji would bring with her… She somehow hoped, a dragon would be involved…
As if on cue with her thoughts, the dragon roared. Alora darted her head around to it and saw the stream of fresh frost, and curiosity filled her mind, making her miss the outreached hand from Kamari. Why was it suddenly so displeased? Perhaps the boundary was too small after all…
'Hang in there!', Alora send her thoughts to the dragon and crossed her fingers, then was distracted by her Papa who wrote ‘Romania’ into the circle.
Romania? They would go there? Wasn’t this were the dragon would go to as well? Then perhaps they would see her again! Although her Papa had mentioned, she would be moved only next week… And they were going to an orphanage, where there shouldn’t be another dragon, even if it was in the area of the Tamers. What a bummer…
“I guess, we won’t see her again?” Alora automatically answered when asked about questions, and her head turned back from the dragon to her Papa.
Though she then nodded. She was ready to move. While she wanted to stay, there were Christmas presents they had to give out and bring joy to children!
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