A day begun is a day lost

*He smiled and began writing again, being quick.*


Gavir: Could you teach me to speak like you do?


*He checked his writing, smiling softly and sitting down.*

*She looked down watching him claw in the cold hard ground, writing something swiftly infront of her. He seemed annoyed at first but she understood why. She smiled brightly and answered, telepathically.*

Abigail: Oh. Hello, dear.

*Looking back up at him seemed like a sigh of relief since she replied back.*

*He huffs, but quickly gets moving again, drawing in the dirt as quickly as possible.*


Gavir: Hello.


*He drew in english, hoping that would help the least, his vocal cords weren't capable of english speech quite yet, but he could understand it, he sat down waiting to see if it helped.*

*She watches his tail for a second then looks back up at him as he smiled. Tilted her head in confusion once again, then huffed lightly, the cold air hovering over.*

Abigail: I still don't understand.

*Says in concern. She was hoping to be able to speak to him but he had no other way of speaking her language; flattening her ears.*

*He looks at her, thinking of a way to communicate, quickly stumbling and beginning to tap the ground with his tail, trying to use morse code.*


Gavir: H-e-l-l-o


*He smiles lightly, hoping that it worked.*

*Feels an approach from Gavir as she slowly opened her eyes; without hesitation she looked up and stared into his dark face. She stared at him with a daze as he spoke, not understanding his language.*

Abigail: I don't understand, my dear.

*She replies, sitting up calmly and harmlessly.*

*He perked his ears, hearing the female huff, he looks over at her, the bone on his tail seeping back, he walked over to her.*



Gavir: Ava'yorn.



*He speaks, only capable of draconic language, he stares at her figure, wondering on how it got that way.*

*Autumn; leaves fell, the air was chill and silent. She huffed, watching her breath flow away into disappearance to the cold. The sun rose over the horizon, melting the frozen grass which she lays in. Her tail waves gently in the cold wind; embracing the wintry season which is yet to come.*

Abigail: Beautiful.

*She says in a telepathic state. It was her only way of communicating with others.*

*He growls as the gnats begin to nip at his scales, swiping them away, he gets away from them by running around and using his tail, minutes later he notices a strange appearing creature, avian in appearance; the figure hunched down and began eating a dead deer; he points his tail at the figure, a bone tip sliding out, preparing to strike*


Gavir: Wux re sini.


*He stands there, motionless, waiting for the chance to strike.*