Midnight RPG - Chapter 22.111
NOTE: Steve - we really didn't cover this much but here's a fun bit for you...
Within the recesses of your pack
It hadn't been noticed by you before. It was hiden, buried within you pack - the only time it could have been placed there was in your time at the Hamlet... But you only spent short snippets of time with the sgiathatch (OR loke meaning dragon) "Messīās" (the name given the young dragon in High Elven) when at the Hamlet, due to Aradil's intensive training and your own training at the Academy.
But he remembered you... "Dakka"... In those times he could speak with you a bit better, his High Elven still stuttered a bit, but conversations wanting to hear of the world beyond the forest (where he'd not been aloud to roam yet). Messīās was voracious in wanting to know of your heroic tale and where you'd be going and what legends you'd make!
That was tempered by Alamath (your sister) and the Witch Queen's heeding to NOT give the young one too much, that he might wish to leave his training too early... Because of this your time with Messīās was short at points.
But while going through your pack to consider the needs for crossing the Plains of Ash & Blood something dropped out. A single scale, one of the softer breast plate armor scales of the young dragon. The "armor plate" is barely that... it wouldn't hold off a blow, it's very soft, much like a rubber-tree leaf but it has amazing strength to prevent ripping. Your thought in feeling it is that even the sharpest Elven blade would likely not slice it or penetrate it, though not tough enough to stand against a battering hit.
The scale had lined the inside of your pack lighter than a leaf you hadn't found it for the many weeks travel. It's a good reminder that hope can live... as you begin to cross the Plains of Ash & Blood...
