Dammit all to hell, you had hoped to at least keep a believable profile for a day. Now if you tried to make up a story, Jaxom would defiantly have Ruth talk to Lioth, N'ton's dragon to find out the truth.
"All right, you’re absolutely correct, Drak is not a dragon from Pern." You say with a sigh, and a slap Drak on the shoulder. He grunts, and exhales more smoke.
Jaxom gives you a I don't believe you look, while Ruth walks over to Drak to get a better look, you suppose. "What, he's from another world." He quips.
"A different world and a different time. We're both from 300,000 years in the future." You respond, lounging indolently on Drak's chest. Both Jaxom and Ruth take a step back, surprised.
"How is the possible? Lessa went back 400 years and nearly died, how can you be from 300,000 years?" Jaxom cries out, pointing at you. Ruth tilts his head towards his rider, more telepathic speech you suppose, and Jaxom seems to regain his senses. "Do you have any proof?" He says tentatively.
So he wants proof eh? you thought, starting to relax your back muscles. Drak catches your thoughts and sees your subtle body movement.
"I don't think that's such a good idea Gil! Drak cries. It was too late however, as your wings break free through the concealed slits in the back of your shirt. The green wings spread out, and then fold to rest on your back.
Jaxom and Ruth look on in amazement, while Drak just grumbles and shakes his large head.
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