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Kyung-min Lee

"Ok, which fucker bought these?"

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a character in “That's Not an Omelette”, as played by bleepbloop

Description

Room 403 | Kyung-min Lee

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Full Name: 이경민
    Everyone calls him Min
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Sexuality: Straight
Religion: None

Dragon
You shock Noodle, she shocks you.

Physical Description
Min's facial features are obviously Korean. His skin is clear except for some old scars and doesn't colour easily. He's pretty tall at 5'9''. Though he looks thin, he has a surprising amount of lean muscle from his time on the swim team. Even though he doesn't exercise much anymore, he still does stretches in the morning. He sometimes emphasizes phrases by dramatically pushing his glasses up before he speaks. He also does this to subtly flip people off. He dresses simply and comfortably, nothing too tight or overly loose-fitting. Of course, he owns his own lab coat. He tends to slouch when he sits, but he walks in neat strides. He has a habit of biting his lip while he thinks. He claims it helps him keep his mind on the right topic. He keeps telling himself to get a haircut, but can't be bothered. He doesn't like to smile wide enough to show his teeth because he thinks it looks awkward. He has the ability to raise one eyebrow at a time and can roll his tongue.



Personality
Min holds a good reputation in his college, and is well known to be willing to help slackers for a price. When he isn't swamped by schoolwork, Min feels the need to keep busy. This means he occasionally makes a huge meal, cleans more than just his room, or starts one of those DIY projects that are all over the internet. If he doesn't feel like moving around he becomes a blanket burrito and bingewatches/reads something. He is often seen playing games on his phone, but it is off limits to anyone else. It's not that he's afraid his high score on crossy road will get beaten. He's just not comfortable showing off his photo album. Christ, he doesn't collect nudes or anything. He takes photos of things that interest him, whether it's a landscape, a person, a weird bug, or patterns of mold. The appeal is often lost on his friends, and he doesn't appreciate their comments. Min knows a little about a lot. It's easy for him to keep a conversation going, even if it's about things he doesn't really care for. He doesn't like to ruin a relationship without a big reason.

Given that, when Min gets mad he is mad. Luckily he is pretty good at keeping himself in check. His poker face is on point. He can even control his swearing. The way to figure out whether Min is feeling alright is to give him a sniff. Whenever he's in a bad place, he ends up buying a pack of cigarettes. It's an old habit. There was a time when he used to smoke pretty regularly, but that was before he had to spend his cash renting a place. His parents are willing to pay for his education, but they expect him to get a job for everything else. He's a little disappointed that he couldn't afford the apartment on his own. Min is one of those people who need to know they own a space. This doesn't mean he's a loner, just that he likes to have a place where he is certain he can be alone and fully himself. Only people he trusts very much are allowed in his room without a decent excuse.



Likes
  • Science!!!
  • Free stuff!!!!!!
  • Hoarding
  • Simple games
  • Beer with fried chicken on the side


Dislikes
  • Shouting/screaming
  • Essays that require a lot of research
  • Inconsistent liars
  • Horses
  • Tomatoes


Fears
  • That weeaboo girl on campus who can't tell/doesn't care about the difference between Korean and Japanese
  • Veggie tales




Background
Min was born in the US. His father was as well, while his mother moved over after their marriage. However, because of their looks there are many who don't expect them nor Min to speak English as well as they do. He grew up with friends who don't look like him and has heard many racist remarks. He only knows a handful of other Korean kids. It didn't really bother him; he didn't know any other life, and he still had fun with everyone. However, the American environment did not suit his mother, and she wanted her child to learn what she grew up with. Min learned to cook because Korean food is a hassle to purchase, and he knows he will miss her cooking. His father was confused by how much of a hard time she had adjusting. There are times when she obviously regrets coming with him, though she says she could never regret marrying him. For Min, this is the first time living outside of Kansas. He's not nervous really; he's been ready to move out since he started high school. His parents are nice, but the tension between them became more and more apparent as he grew older. Sometimes, when he stays up late, he hears them talk about splitting up after he moves out. Not divorce, just.. living apart. As much as his father would like to keep her close to him, he can't leave his job. His mother doesn't want to stay. Min doesn't try to think about it much, but being aware of the possibility of both his parents moving and leaving him alone spurred some proactive measures. He's already saved up some cash from part time jobs, so he has emergency money and everything. His experience has taught him to save wherever he can. He wants to be a kid that they don't have to worry about.

Relationships
Because of Min, no one is allowed to walk around 403 with their shoes on. Not only is this a rule he grew up with, he believes it keeps the room much cleaner that way. This is very important since he is not eager to steam the floor. He has purchased slippers for any guests who may find this strange, though personally he likes to go barefooted.
Hector
Min has a very hard time believing he and Hector are only one year apart in age. He has moments when he subconsciously treats him like a younger child. He tries to give Hector things to do during the day, even if its just bedazzling a presentation for one of his classmates.
Noodle
When the dragons first hatched, Min was a little pissed off that the one that imprinted on him just happened to be the Korean one. Noodle is very important to Min. He cares about her a lot, but doesn't want her to end up a spoiled brat. He tries to be firm without being strict. He has loads of photos of her because the little dragon grows up so quickly. He will never admit that his heart melted the first him she introduced him to someone as her dad.


Other
He would like to live in Seoul for a while after he graduates. Maybe learn to speak Korean properly.

So begins...

Kyung-min Lee's Story

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Character Portrait: Marilla Sanders Character Portrait: Uma Character Portrait: Sentenia Character Portrait: Hector O'Callaghan Character Portrait: Verity Character Portrait: Roisin Ramos
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"No way you are real."

That's what Alex had said exactly two seconds after he saw six little beaks peck their way out of what appeared to be dragon eggs. That's what he thought as the turquoise little creature stared at him, white eyes begging to be loved or perhaps fed. He honestly wasn't sure but the noises seemed rather whiny.

However, let's dial back an hour or two because the origin of a story is just as important as its end.

Uriel, Alexander's psuedo-sibling invited him and Roisin Raisin to a block (floor?) party which really only consisted of four rooms as the complex itself was rather small. At the time he was supposed to go to pick-up basketball with his friends but Uriel being the mother she was, he couldn't disappoint her and decided that he ought to at least say "hi" even though he didn't know the others very well. Most were well above his age range and probably not athletic in any aspect. Still, he went and the first hour was tolerable.

They had chips, drinks, movies, and just about everything a generic party needed but one of them wanted eggs. He hadn't actually remembered who but he swears up and down it wasn't him. Well in the interest of saving cartons, someone pointed out that the half-carton of eggs would be more cost effective and it would have been if not for the fact that there were "mother fucking dragons!" inside. Really, the omelets sounded amazing and all but here they were with theses odd creatures.

"Scree?" the one presumably known as his dragon squeaked.

Ah yes right he couldn't retreat to his phone where things made sense.

"Okay well does anyone know how to take care of these things?"

The turquoise creature didn't so much crawl as slither away from the carton and towards him.

"Scree!"

"Anyone?"

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Min would never have guessed that the commotion in the kitchen was caused by baby dragons. While he stood in stunned silence, someone else summed up what he was feeling:

"No way you are real."

Min agreed. Dragons? On this planet, in this time period? In his eggs? Without taking his eyes off the hatchlings, he said, "Ok, which fucker bought these? No, more importantly, where did you buy these? Because I'm thinking maybe you should never go there again. Ever."

Slowly, still a bit wobbly, each of the tiny creatures had approached a human. The one that came to him didn't look like the dragons he was used to seeing. It was scaly, yes, but it was basically a noodle. Part of him wanted to take it apart. See how it worked. Figure out what animal its internal systems were like. Another part of him wanted to see how big it could grow. How long that would take. Could he.. keep it?

He put out a hand for it to smell like you would with a cat. It came closer, barely grazing his fingers with its nose. It licked him with a rough tongue. Then it bit down.

"Ow!" Min snatched his hand away to survey the damage. The dragon backed away at the sudden movement. The thing didn't seem to have teeth, but the pressure of its jaws alone was enough to leave a mark. He didn't do anything to deserve a bite, did he? Maybe the little guy was hungry.

What did dragons even eat?

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"How the fuck do you mix up dragon eggs with chicken eggs? Seriously, somebody tell me how the hell that happened. There's got to be some difference between them and normal chicken eggs; I'm sure of it."

Marilla stared at the tiny little dragons, shocked. Dragons couldn't be real, though, obviously they were. They were real an tiny and crawling on her friend's kitchen floor because someone had tried to make omelettes out of them. In their defense, they'd thought they were chicken eggs, but still. This was awesome though. Seriously awesome. They were tiny adorable dragons. And- wait a moment. Fuck omelettes. They could have real live dragons. They could actually raise these little guys and take care of them and it'd be awesome.

"Wait! I think we've got one chicken," She pointed out, looking down at the tiny thing that had begun crawling over to her. "It's blue though..."

She reached down, lifting it up and holding in her hands gently, like one would with a cat or dog. She held it eye level, studying the little creature, but perhaps that wasn't the best decision as it decided to nip her hand gently. It wasn't painful as it seemed like the thing didn't have any teeth yet, but it was startling.

"False alarm. It's just a very feathered dragon. It's so cute! And tiny. Man, these dragons really are small. Anyone here know anything about real dragons? My knowledge is limited to fantasy novels and I don't think that's very helpful because I didn't even have a clue that these guys could have feathers."

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"Well, that's not an omelette."

That incredibly eloquent and intelligent sentence had come out of Roi's mouth only a few hours prior. She was still thinking that she probably could have said something slightly more intelligent, but honestly, she was a bit preoccupied to be thinking about her dumb outburst. She had a little dragon hatchling who was definitely not an omelette, and seemed quite a bit offended to be even considered as one. Roi had tried to hold the cute little white hatchling, but was immediately discouraged when the dragon bit her finger. She wasn't alone- everyone else who tried to pick up or cuddle their dragons met the same fate. Luckily, the hatchling didn't seem to have deadly fangs or anything yet.

After Roi got over her bitten finger and wounded pride and gathered the courage to accept the little white dragon who seemed to be following her around like a bird to its mother, she looked around at her friends.

After her dragon's egg had been cracked and nearly fried, the other hatchlings started to break their shells open. A little blue feathered dragon started crawling over to Rilla, and Roi smiled when she mistook the dragon for a chicken. Taking a good look at her white dragon, who was standing on its hind legs like a meerkat, Roi tried to figure out whether her hatchling was a boy or a girl.

Unsure of how to proceed, Roi just tried to remember what she knew about dragons from all of the fantasy she'd ever read, all the art she'd ever seen, and all the myths she'd heard- but none of them mentioned how to raise a dragon. What did they eat? How did they interact with others? There was so much she didn't know, but Roi at least knew she had to make the best of it.

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Ned was not paying attention to the commotion and was focusing on planning which elementary school Serena should go to. He didn't feel he fitted in with the crowd as he was much older then all of them. He felt more like a chaperone then a participant of this omelette party.

That's when he felt a scaly touch on his leg, it startled him and he saw it, a black lizard. It must be a lizard with wings. What else can it be? He then noticed that there were several of these critters around the room, that's when he heard Marilla say "How the fuck do you mix up dragon eggs with chicken eggs?".

These were...dragons...? That would explain the wings.

Ned steeled himself to pull on the wings to see if they are fake. If they are fake, they are not dragons, if they are real...he just found a member of a legendary species.
Ned tugged hard on the black lizard's wings, the thing bit him as if it was angry. The wings were real. They were dragons that he heard in story books.

That also means he can't just put them it in the wild. He has to deal with it somehow.
Ned was devastated that this fiasco had happened on the year that he has to work out the financial issues for Serena's admittance to elementary school.

"Fuckin' shit...why me...?'

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#, as written by Alasund
Dragons.

This was the only thought running through Uriel's mind for the first few moments after he had cracked the egg over the pan and nearly fried a little scaled creature. Even now, a while after the event, with all his guests holding or staring at little dragons, he was still in a bit of a state of shock, hand unconsciously fiddling with the hair where he sometimes braided to indicate preferred pronouns.

"Ok, which fucker bought these? No, more importantly, where did you buy these? Because I'm thinking maybe you should never go there again. Ever."
"How the fuck do you mix up dragon eggs with chicken eggs?


"I swear I bought chicken eggs. Uriel shook his head a moment, trying to think straight. "The other 6 eggs in the carton were chicken eggs. I..." For the first time in the years he had lived here, Uriel was speechless and unsure of how to plan a way forwards. In the end it was someone else speaking that finally got the freaking out Uriel to focus.

"Okay well does anyone know how to take care of these things?"

Dragons, dragons. How does one take care of dragons. Dragons were predators. They... only ate meat? He didn't remember the myths well enough. "Uh. Food. They probably need to be fed. Dragons eat... sheep? Roisin, do you know any myths about baby dragons?" He knew the younger Ramos was a myths expert, and now with at least a semblance of a plan of response, Uriel visibly calmed down, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

"I can get lamb chops sent up here. And there's milk in the fridge. I think that takes care of any dietary needs. They might need nests. Or caves? I'll.... I can check what habitats they like after I've rung my friend up to send the food over. I'll go make that call." Still shaken enough to stumble over his own mini-speech, Uriel began to fumble in the pockets looking for his mobile, before finding out that the coat currently being worn didn't have it. After cursing silently under his breath, Uriel began carefully moving around the dragons and people on the floor of apartment. "Keep an eye on the dragons." Saying that word still feels a little crazy. "And please someone close and lock the door and windows."

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It wasn't a lizard. Being from Montana, Terry had held his fair share of lizards, and they felt nothing like this. This was a dragon - or he assumed his was as well, since everyone else's looked pretty much like typical dragons while his looked a little weird - and it was amazing. Although it was smaller than his hand, it was incredibly dense, lying heavy across his palm. It gave a squeak when he ran his thumb along its spine. Oh, its skin was like sandpaper. Cool.

"Well, I hate to break it to you guys," Terry said, rocking himself off the sofa, "but I've officially nabbed the best one of the batch. Look, it looks like the alien from Alien." He grinned and held out his hatchling to the rest of the group to display its bizarre featureless head. It tottered as if confused on his palm, lashing its flat-tipped tail.

Uriel was taking charge of the situation as always, but Terry hadn't really been listening. The mention of lamb chops definitely got his attention. "Well since we didn't get our omelettes, lamb chops are good as anything - I'm starving. Here, Marilla, watch mine for me," Terry said, plopping his new noisy burden into his roommate's lap. He was oblivious to the hatchling's writhing outrage.

He headed into the kitchen and lamented the empty egg carton, the frying pan abandoned on the stove. What a sad, lonely sight. While Uriel looked around for a phone, Terry leaned over and stretched himself across the countertop. Pressing his cheek to the smooth stone, he gazed somberly upon the ingredients remaining. "We've got six actual eggs left but that's not enough for all of us," he sighed. Man, and he'd been looking forward to this omelette party for a week now. The one time he had time outside his training schedule, and no actual omelettes. Kicking open the trash compactor, with the sweep of an arm, he cleared the remains of broken dreams (egg shells, they were the dragon egg shells) off the counter and slammed the machine shut.

Well, now that that unfortunate reminder of nonexistent meals was taken care of, Terry gave a thumbs up to Uriel and headed to the windows to draw the curtains.

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Noodle slithered around on the table, sniffing everything it got close to. Min watched, making sure it didn't bite anyone else, until he was startled by the sound of the trash compactor. Wait, trash...?

"Please don't tell me you did what I think you did."

Min slowly walked over to where Terry had stood, trying to think of a way to fix the situation. There was none. He stared for a few seconds, full of disbelief. No, no, it was okay. The eggshells weren't that important. Its not like the dragons needed them any longer. They were only important if you had planned to write down everything about your dragon. If you wanted to keep a log, and study it properly. Like he wanted to do. His data was ruined already. It could never be complete.

"Terry!" he yelled at the boy by the windows, getting his attention. Min frantically gestured from the carton to the machine. "You just, you just!!!!!" Dragging his hands down his face in frustration, he growled, "Terryyyyyyy."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He should've looked earlier. Why hadn't he thought to keep an eye on Terry as soon as he came into the kitchen? He couldn't blame his roommate for this. No matter how shitty they were.

When the machine had finished his job, Min didn't open it. He already knew what the result was. The eggs had turned to dust, already lost in the other garbage. There would be no way to tell which egg belonged to his dragon. He sounded more remorseful than angry when he muttered, "Why doesn't this damn machine have a stop button?"

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"Uriel, I think it might depend on the dragon. I mean, all of these little guys look like they're from totally different species. It might just end up being a trial and error thing," Marilla offered, then turned her attention to the tiny feathered dragon which had somehow climbed its way up on her lap.

It had currently curled up into a tiny little ball of sorts, and apparently had been snoozing- up until Terry dropped his little hatchling on her lap as well. Then it backed up against Marilla's stomach, regarding the new arrival with a sort of hesitant curiosity before it bounded over, nudged the other with the tip of its snout, then quickly went back to its position against Marilla.

"It's Rilla, Terry! I don't know how many times I've said this, but I'll keep saying it until you get it into your head." She called out after him, then turned to watch the exchange on her lap. Her hatchling seemed more like a puppy than a dragon. It was sort of adorable.

All the while though also listening to Terry and Min's exchange, she raised an eyebrow, glancing over at the blonde, "Uh. Why'd you throw the eggshells out? Maybe they're supposed to eat them- certain animals have to eat their eggshells after they're born. I mean, it doesn't seem like it, since all these little guys just about ditched their eggshells, but you know, it could've been. Maybe we should all just wait a bit on doing anything hasty like that for a while."

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"Terryyyyyyy."

Ah, there it was again, his name said with too many vowels. Well, it was lucky that his parents hadn't named him Xavier or something. That would've just been awkward to say all drawn out like Min so often did. Terry was a much nicer name in Terry's opinion - less clumsy. No one's tongue had to trip over four syllables.

"Rilla, Rilla, right. Sorry," he said, with his version of an apologetic grin, full of sincere cheer and not quite as apologetic as one would hope. Having secured the windows, since he was already standing, Terry deftly leapt over low standing furniture and prone bodies to deal with the front door. "And I'm sure it'll be fine. They don't look like they'd get full off eggshells anyway. 'Sides, they came out of chicken eggs and we have six more of those."

Meanwhile, his grey-brown hatchling left in Marilla's care stood stock still, as if stunned by its contact with another creature. After a moment, it staggered forward uneasily on its feet. It was tentative, as if unsure of what to make of its new terrain and confused as to what it might meet up ahead. It stopped when it got to close to the other feathered hatchling, and cocking its head it cautiously twisted and brought forward its tail, waving it in front of him like a blind man with a cane.

As Terry locked the door and checked the handle twice, he tossed out to the group over his shoulder, "So, it's been a good long while already. Who's ready to play the naming game? Roi? Alex? Ned?"

To be honest, he was just fishing for ideas. Despite having grown up in a town where there were more animals than children, Terry hadn't been allowed any pets as a kid, and he hadn't named a thing before in his life. Alex had his love of comic books and Roisin had her writing. Ned, well, had a daughter, so clearly he'd done this sort of thing before. Maybe he could just… piggy back of their ideas. Sounded like a sound plan to him.

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Roi was in shock- but a good kind of shock. She was in disbelief that all her far-fetched, insane dreams had just hatched before her eyes. Literally.

"Uh. Food. They probably need to be fed. Dragons eat... sheep? Roisin, do you know any myths about baby dragons?" She'd heard Uriel throw out the question, and racked her brain. "Well, they seem to be following us around like little ducklings or some crap like that. Little scaly ducklings..." The white hatchling was sitting on the coffee table, and she tugged it away when it began sharpening its claws on the wood.

"Meat is probably a good plan, yeah... I'll check my sources as soon as we get this sorted out. I feel like somewhere it said that some hatchlings eat the eggs they were in for extra minerals and stuff, so better not-" Before finishing her sentence, Roi yelped. The little scaly duckling had tried to sharpen its claws on her legs. "You stop that, little one." The dragon looked at Roisin in disdain and scratched its talons down her legs one more time before leaping onto the couch and standing on her hind legs like a guard.

Getting up and walking over to the door, she shut it firmly and locked it. Knowing how aggressive her little hatchling had been to the table, Roi hoped that the wooden door could withstand the little dragon. Walking back over to the couch, she was startled by the trash compactor making weird crunches. She heard Rilla talking about animals eating their eggs, and knew she'd pointed that out earlier. "Well, there goes any hope of having them munch on eggshells. Door is locked and secure." Shaking her head and reclaiming her spot on the couch, she looked at the creamy dragon standing guard.

She looked at the little white dragon that had emerged from the first egg. "So you started this mess, little one..." She was staring into the proud hatchling's violet eyes when she was jerked back by the naming ceremonies. "So, it's been a good long while already. Who's ready to play the naming game? Roi? Alex? Ned?" She heard Terry say, and immediately looked back to the miffed white hatchling. "Well, aren't you just a little ball of sunshine." The dragon glared at her, and then jumped into her lap, curled up, and began purring much like a cat. Roi was surprised and nearly jumped back, but smiled softly when the purrs turned to snores.

Listening to the murmurs of name ideas floating around, Roisin tried to come up with a name for her new dragon. She'd decided that the hatchling was female, based on its mannerisms and oddly long eyelashes. It seemed right. Roi had so much experience naming characters and pets that she was trying to come up with an equally awesome name for the awesome mythical creature napping on her. "You're like a little sentinel... What about Sentenia? Does that sound right?" Deciding that Sentenia fit the girl hatchling still sleeping soundly, she watched as her friends and neighbors scrambled for names.

"Uma has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" Roi nodded to Ned. Uma reminded her of something she'd watched recently, she couldn't put her finger on it however. She wanted to look it up on her phone, but Sentenia was laying on it, and Roi knew the rules. No waking up pets, ever. She didn't even want to know how cranky baby dragons would be if woken from a nap.

"I dunno man, I want something cool and prophetic, any ideas Roi?" She smiled at Alex's ultimate question, and watched the little hatchling swim around in the dirty bowl filled with water. "Well, I did have a shark once. I doubt your little hatchling would appreciate being named James Pond, though. In my defense, I was seven." She covered quickly before she could be teased. "Your little serpent dragon is pretty cute though. Any idea the gender?" Sentenia yawned and looked up lazily, blinking sleep from her now crystal-blue eyes. "That's a bit odd..." she murmured to herself.

Grabbing her phone before the white dragon settled down again, she looked up sea serpent myths. Checking her blog first to see if she'd posted anything on sea serpents, she sighed. No luck. Searching on the internet, she uncovered a picture guide to different kinds of sea dragons. "Hmm. Alex, I think your dragon is a Bakunawa. Says here that it's a dragon rumored to have swallowed the moon in ancient myth. Not much information here, though." Turning off her phone, she studied the little dragon. "What about Atlantic? Or Pacific? Sea names are pretty cool, like Carribean. If it's a guy, though, you might want to go a little manlier. Like, 'Sea Demon' or whatever."

Roi grinned helpfully and turned to her friends. She noticed Uriel working on food and picked up her white dragon baby. Sentenia yawned and rolled over in her arms. She eyeballed the hatchling's size and looked down at her hoodie pocket. Putting the baby dragon in the big pocket, she stood up carefully and maneuvered her way into the kitchen. "Need any help, Uriel? Milk is probably a good idea, but I'm not sure how well plastic or rubber'll stand against the fangs of these little ones." Roi glanced over at Rilla, who had her lap full with two hatchlings clambering around. Furrowing her brow, she glanced around. Of course. Terry didn't have his dragon, which must mean Rilla had both hers and Terry's. Sighing, she half-listened to Rilla's rant and leaned on the counter.

"Which one's yours, Rilla? The feathered one resembles more of a female, with body shape and all. I'm not so sure about feathered dragons. I'd assume they're all slender, but..." Roi stopped herself from starting a tangent. "Any name would be nice for yours. The other hatchling... Yeah, Terry was right. It kind of does look a bit alien." Watching it stumble around and lash the blue hatchling with a flat tail, Roi examined the thing from a distance. "It kind of looks like it can't see. Do you think it's eyeless? It could be, if it's a deep sea or a cave sort. They don't have much need for sight, since it's so dark..."

Trailing off, Roi smiled as her gaze swept the room. Sure, raising dragons would be a nightmare at times, but she couldn't wait.