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Post by Avalon on Jul 28, 2020 14:20:48 GMT
There was probably something to be said for all the crumbling decay. Oh, if these time faded walls could talk there would no doubt be entire libraries filled with stories and knowledge from another era. However, Avalon was an artisan, not a historian. Rather unceremoniously the obsidian dragon spun to hurl her stubby tail at a wall blocking her path. Corroded metal flakes exploded away from her with the impact as a large hole was opened up. Light shone in from the other side to dimly illuminate the darkened chamber she was in.
Whatever futuristic civilization that had occupied the Western Flatlands once was long gone. Time and scavengers had long since humbled the once grand city now simply known as the ‘Ancient Ruins.’ The building Avalon had picked through was just as derelict as any other. Raising a wing to shield herself from the invading sunlight and the dust she pushed and clawed her way through the opening. She had just managed to slip out when a sudden noise made her pause. Something had fallen to the ground in the darkness behind her.
The fresh air and glowing sunset view did little to reassure her that she wouldn’t be chased again by the ferals that had claimed this lost city as their home. The vorvomon quickly retreated away from the building, unwilling to test her luck again so soon.
Her camp was a simple one near the broken city’s perimeter. The Folder Desert was anything but creative, so the only real feature that marked out her campsite was the softly glowing pile of molten rock Avalon had made for light and warmth. Rather exhausted as night began to fall, so too did the little black dragon as she fell onto her back in the sand with a sigh.
“I’ll find your treasures yet,” she mumbled to herself as she closed her eyes to rest. Her little expedition hadn’t yielded the most fruitful of rewards yet, but maybe a deeper search into the ruins tomorrow morning would be successful. As sleep began to take her away from reality she couldn’t help but dream of fantastic items she might find and add to her own treasure horde.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2020 14:30:57 GMT
Coal didn’t know what the little black circle that she found on her mother’s desk did. Just that it had a strange array of symbols and quite a few of them she recognized as coordinates. But she didn’t know what it did, what it was saying or what really would come from it. Thinking it to be a message from one of her mother’s friends she’d click on the device.
Only to find that it shut off as quickly as it had turned on. She’d make a face and after a moment she’d pick the device up, looking it over for a moment. Was this one of those D-terminals she had been told about? She didn’t know. Taking a step towards the door of her mothers office coal started to say something before a portal from the device opened up beneath her feet.
”Eh?”
Was all she managed to say before she found herself in free fall. At first there was panic, coupled with regret and a slight tinge of self depreciation. All in the span of a second before she found herself out of the warmth and gentle light of her home…
Falling about a dozen feet in the most blistering heat she had ever felt followed by a sharp crack of her hand smacking against something. Sending the device straight otu her hand and against a far wall. Shattering into dozens of pieces.
All at the same time? She landed on something really hard and with a grunt she managed to roll off of said hard thing… Into a plume of sand, dirt and rock. She’d sputter and pull her head out from the sand. Her hand kind of felt like she had sprained it and she’d grimace as she sat back. Never mind the heat or the pain…
Where the heck was she?
”Maybe I shouldn’t have- oop…”
It seemed that that tumble had made it a bit hard for her to get back on her feet. Instead of standing up she just ended up falling on her rear again. With a huff she’d rub at her face and tug down her goggles. Thankful that at least she had those so she wouldn’t have to deal with a headache during all of this.
”Hmm… Uh…”
She’d look around not recognizing where she was and it wasn’t too long before she saw the vorvomon. She felt the color drain from her face… Had she woken the other up? If she had the other likely would be angry at her right?
”. . .Uh. . .”
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Post by Avalon on Aug 4, 2020 11:27:21 GMT
Being used to sleeping beside other dragons with hard scales and heavy bodies Avalon didn’t notice the other digimon falling on her, or at the very least didn’t seem bothered by it. If anything it was the noise of the black renamon-X’s device impacting Avalon's hardened body that caused her to stir. She tried to lazily bat away whatever was squirming on her, but in her half asleep state the dragon’s wing missed the already moved intruder.
“Liam knock it off,” she mumbled, thinking it was her little cousin fooling around again. It wasn’t Liam’s voice who squeaked out a reply, though; and in her barely conscious mind she remembered where she was. She would never have brought her kid cousin here. Having only encountered hostile feral digimon in the ruins a switch flicked on in the vorvomon’s mind.
Her golden eyes shot open as she scrambled to her feet, kicking up sand with her fatigued struggles and panicked flailing. Having no conventional arms really sucked like that. The small dragon stamped about in a full circle looking for any of the mechanized enemies she had encountered earlier. As she did so she felt heat rise up in the back of her throat as she prepared to spit magma at any would be attackers. Waddling around in place with her wings raised up ‘menacingly’ Avalon came to a sudden stop when she spotted the black renamon-X.
By that time magma dripped out from between the vorvomon’s teeth, but she didn’t attack. She seemed extremely confused by the other’s appearance, and wondered just how long she had been sleeping. Lowering her wings as she turned her head to stare up at the moon, she estimated she hadn’t been out very long at all.
She tried to talk as she looked back down to the stranger, but the words came out garbled with a mouthful of magma. Pausing to spit a glob of molten lava onto the sands Avalon wiped at her chin with her claws before trying again.
“I said: who are you?” she asked in a wary tone.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2020 14:57:40 GMT
Hearing the other mumble didn’t exactly fill coal with a sense that she was out of the woods yet. She’d sit there staring at the vorvomon for a moment; wondering what she should do. But then the dragon scrambled to her feet and the renamon-x shrunk away; had she woken a feral digimon? No no… feral digimon were all action! They wouldn’t of mumbled like that!
”Ah… Uhm…”
The other certainly had nice eyes from what she could tell and even with the mouthful of magma the other didn’t seem as bothered as she should be. What was it about dragons that coal didn’t have a problem with? She was more nervous about meeting someone new than she was of the fact she was about to be attacked!
”Uh… I don’t think you need… to em…”
Coal watched the magma drip out of the vorvomon’s teeth and she’d blink slowly. There was confusion between the two of them and the renamon-x glanced up. Her black fur bristled a bit and she’d smooth it down as she could feel the heat starting to get to her just a little bit. Well not the heat of the area given that the desert was mostly freezing during the night time! A temperature she was used to.
With the mouthful of magma coal just blinked and watched the other as they spat the molten glob of lava onto the ground. She figured that if the other had used that it would have hurt a bit. She’d rub at her neck and then hearing the other speak clearly the black-renamon-x perked up a bit.
”I’m… Coal. Uh… Up from snowflake village. Who are you and where are we?”
Her panic aside; she knew from a book she had read that there was only one large desert in the world. Was this a small desert or just a little outing or the big one? If it was the lattermost coal would have a rough time getting back home without her teleportation device that she had found. She’d frown a bit and scoop up part of the shell of the device from the ground.
”...Though it looks like i’m a bit stuck without this… Fiddlesticks…”
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Post by Avalon on Aug 25, 2020 11:36:02 GMT
The vorvomon blinked dumbly at the other’s introduction.
“Coal? From Snowflake Village?” she repeated softly, as if the words were foreign to her. In truth she had never been to Snowflake Village, or anywhere that got cold enough to warrant such a name. However, the words formed a relation in her mind that had her excited for a few moments.
“Coal and snowflake? Like a snowmon?! No way!” she said excitedly. Avalon’s stubby tail wagged eagerly as she desired to know more about Coal’s home and how she had gotten here. Her anticipation slammed face first into a wall though as Coal’s attention went elsewhere. Some kind of trinket she picked up. Avalon walked over to the renamon-x to peer down at what all the fuss was about. She didn’t recognize whatever it was, but whatever it was it was clear that it was broken.
“Huh. That’s the weirdest looking fiddle I’ve ever seen; I dunno if sticks are gonna fix that?” she mused at a loss on what to do with the device. “There might be some mons who can repair it in the ruins? Though they aren’t too friendly in there.” Avalon pointed a claw towards the Ancient Ruins they were camped next to. “They got a lot of shiny metal bits and stuff, but they wouldn’t let me have them when I went into the ruins earlier.”
“I’m Avalon, by the way! And we’re at the Ancient Ruins in the Western Flatlands. There’s no snow anywhere near here, so you must be from far away?” Ava's golden gaze dropped back down to Coal's device. "Hey, if that's broken, can I have it?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2020 19:38:50 GMT
Coal rubbed at her neck and slowly nodded as the other repeated what she said, it wasn’t that hard to follow right? She was coal. From snowflake village. It was where she was born and where her parents and family were! The renamon-x blinked slowly as the other grew excited and asked her a very strange question.
”Uhm… Well a snowflake is like a raindrop except it’s frozen… but there’s a lot of snow on the ground up in snowflake so that’s probably the reason… but there are snowman’s up there I think.”
In fact wasn’t a shopkeeper up there one of those? She’d rub at her face with one of her hands; glad that she had her goggles that would stop her from seeing everything in wireframe. That would have been an extra headache here! With the dragon speaking to her the fox blinked.
”Oh uh… it’s kinda like saying drat. Fiddlesticks at least. I ah… This is a portal device I think; my ma had it on her desk and I was curious about it. But when I pushed the… well broken button now I guess it sent me here. Guess it’s where she was going to patrol next…”
Coal turned her head to look where the other was pointing; there might be someone that could repair it there? She’d blink slowly at hearing that information. If they weren’t friendly she doubted that they would help her. She’d meekly wring her hands and exhale out through her nose. Seeming flabbergasted at all of this.
”It’s nice to meet you avalon… Ancient ruins in the western flatlands…? That’s- …. Really far away I think yeah.”
Her ears drooped a little bit and she’d frown; if it was far away it’d be difficult to get back. Especially since the closest town was rustport. From there if she had bits maybe she could take a trailmon back to snowflake? But that’d also be very expensive. She knew that her older sister lived in terminus and that was closer wasn’t it? She’d blink a few times and looked down to her device; she could feel the dragon’s eyes on it. And at the request she’d open her hand up; offering the broken device to the dragon.
”I don’t see why not… It’s nice to meet you avalon. Do you think I should try to talk to those other mons or… maybe I should try to go to rusport? Unless that’s not anywhere near here...”
Coal really didn’t really understand distance all too well and judging how she could barely wobble to her feet it was clear that the renamon wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. She looked a bit stressed out at the fact she was here and she kept rubbing at her face; seeming very very nervous...
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Post by Avalon on Jan 29, 2021 0:41:23 GMT
Even though Avalon had already figured that there were snow effigies in Snowflake Village, Coal's confirmation still had her excited for a potential visit one day. The foreign digimon even taught her a new phrase: fiddlesticks. It sounded like a far more docile way to swear, so Avalon wasn't sure if it would catch on with her. Then again, Coal probably didn't have dragons for parents, either. In any case Avalon's eyes lit up when she was allowed to claim the broken ... thing. Carefully she picked it up and held it aloft to better inspect the item.
"Hmm, we can try to talk to the robots? Maybe they'll like you more than they liked me? If they can't fix it you'll have to find another way home, unfortunately." The young dragon tapped the item against the hard surface of her own snout and listened to the hollow noises the strange science-ey trinket made. It didn't sound or feel like it had a lot of metals in it. Not as much as Avalon had hoped for, anyways. "If they can fix it, you can have it back, Coal. It wouldn't feel right to hoard someone else's treasures like that, y'know?"
Her gaze returned to Coal. Seeing how fidgety the other digimon was, was starting to make herself uncomfortable! Humming to herself in thought she set the broken device down before spitting more lava onto the glowing mass in the center of her humble campsite.
"Well we can get to it in the morning, yeah? You caught me in the middle of sleeping, and you look like you could use a rest yourself. Sand really isn't that bad of a bed, and you have a dragon of the Molten Claw clan with you! You have nothing to worry about!"
Avalon flopped onto her back and worked her wings beneath the sand, spreading them out to her sides. The orange parts of her body glowed softly as she increased her body heat, her wings acting as warmers for the layers of sand above them.
"I can keep you safe, and warm!"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2021 0:58:04 GMT
Coal didn’t think that giving away the only thing that would probably bring her back was too bright of an idea but if it was broken then it might as well just be a useless piece of junk right? The renamon-x rubbed at her snout; staring down at the device for a few long moments. With avalon inspecting it she had to wonder, would it even be worth it to the dragon? Or was it just a desire to have things? She knew a little bit about dragon type mons from her mother but not too much.
”Might be a good idea; though I’m not sure if going now would be a good idea…”
Coal huffed a bit and glanced up towards the sky; she could see a lot of different things and even the soft glow of the wireframe of the buildings from the edge of her eyes. She’d blink a bit and hearing that she could have it back if they could fix it? Well coal nodded her head.
”Well that’s fair enough… if they can’t you can have it then.”
That was fair right? The renamon watched the other spit lava towards the glowing mass in the center of camp. That was… a lot of lava. The renamon stared at it and then perked up a bit when the other started to speak. Yeah getting to that in the morning sounded a lot better. Hearing that she caught the other in the middle of sleeping made her feel bad. That and the other was right. Coal was tired. Especially after all of this excitement.
”I could use some sleep yeah… Well… I bet the sand is comfy and if we’re safe I don’t see why not…”
Coal paused after a moment and watched the other. Seeing them flop down onto the sand and then scoop it in that manner made coal giggle. Seeing those warmers the renamon would lay next down to the dragon. Exhaling a bit and getting comfy as the warm sand started to get to her almost immediately.
”Doesn’t sound like a bad idea at all… T-thanks avalon…”
The renamon mumbled a bit and didn’t for once feel like she needed to curl up so much as she needed to get closer to the dragon next to her for the warmth. Exhaling and closing her eyes as she started to quickly fall asleep...
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Post by Avalon on Feb 6, 2021 12:01:44 GMT
The dragon was glad that her plans were met with approval. She really didn't feel like roughing up the natives without some rest first. And if they did end up fixing Coal's trinket then maybe Avalon could visit Snowflake Village? It was a whimsical thought, but one could always dream. And after wishing Coal a good night's rest, dreaming is what Avalon did.
When the sun peaked over the dunes to usher in the morning the dragon was slow to stir. The increasing amount of light hitting one of her eyes eventually did rouse the vorvomon as she sighed softly, exhaling a warm breath. The sands of the desert could get cold at night, and while her magma pile had cooled to solid rock Avalon's orange horns and claws still glowed softly. Even her chest crystal was still emitting faint light in the darkness under her wing. Having rolled onto her side in the night Avalon's wing had come to rest across Coal like a blanket. A heated, weighted blanket at that.
Blinking her eyes open as she came to Avalon stared at the black fuzzy head next to the tip of her snout. The blackrenamon-x's fur looked so soft. It was alien to the hardened rock-like surface of Avalon's body.
"Hey, sleepyhead?" whispered the dragon as she gently tapped on Coal's shoulder with a claw. Avalon couldn't get up with Coal still sleeping on one of her wings. Lightly the vorvomon tapped the other mon on the nose with her claw next. "Wake up, wake up, wake up..."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2021 16:08:58 GMT
Coal wasn’t exactly sure how quickly these people could fix up her device, if they even could. If they couldn’t what would she do? Have to hang around this place for until her mom followed the portal trail? Or make her way back to home? She dreaded both and was worried that she’d get in big trouble for playing around with something and breaking it…
But those worries seemed to evaporate into the bliss of sleep; the renamon was cozied up to the warmth of the dragon. Her sides slowly rising and falling; seemingly content to the heat that the ‘blanket’ had provided along with the dragon that was right next to her. Perhaps it was her attitude to draconic or monster type mons that made this less awkward for her or it was just the fact she was just exhausted. Either way? The renamon slowly and blearly blinked as she heard the other whisper.
”Mm…?”
The warmth certainly had made her a little more sleepy than she usually was. She tended to sleep in short bursts but this time? She slept the regular amount that her da had told her was healthy for her. She’d wiggle her nose when it was tapped and yawn a bit; finding the dragon a lot closer than before. She’d manage an awkward smile and roll off of the wing.
”Sorry about that…”
Coal rubbed her eyes and blinked a bit; it took her a moment to find her glasses and she’d put them on. Not before getting a good look at the vorvomon’s wireframe and the beating core that lay within. It was strangely pretty and coal almost found herself not wanting to put her glasses on. She’d go to say something but the rumbling of her stomach made her blink and she’d shift a hand to the growling organ.
”...Might want to get food before we head to where those robots are…”
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Post by Avalon on Feb 7, 2021 2:55:49 GMT
When her companion yawned in response to the taps Avalon blinked at all the teeth she could see in the other's mouth. Unlike her own they were small, white, and plentiful compared to her large charcoal black fangs. How strange! Soon enough though Coal was getting up, and Ava followed suit shortly after.
"No worries! I'm kinda used to sleeping in a cluster; I have a big family back home and the youngsters like to stay together." As she shook the sand from her body and wings, and even giving her stubby tail a shake for good measure, the vorvomon paused momentarily. She could feel a faint warming of her core for no apparent reason, and touched her claws to the crystal on her chest curiously. Her head turned to Coal as the renamon's stomach growled.
"Oh? Right, breakfast!"
Without another word the dragon waddled over to the lump of rock that had been her lava pile last night. With a quick spin she knocked the object out of the way with her tail before digging into the sand where it had been sitting. Soon after her claws yanked out a tied off sack. Opening it up she reached in to pull out a large piece of meat still on the bone.
"Slow cooked to perfection!" spoke Ava excitedly after catching a whiff of its smell. With a smile she offered it to Coal. "Try one?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2021 3:06:06 GMT
Coal rubbed at her face; staring down at the other for a moment. She couldn’t help but blink wondering if she should have taken that a little slower but after staring at her friend here for a moment she’d nod her head. Hearing that the other was used to sleeping in clusters… Wait big family?
”Big family? How many? Like… two? Three siblings and parents right?”
Coal tilted her head and watched the other quietly as they got that sand off of them. She tried to avoid looking at the other for too long but there was something about the other’s core that was drawing attention to it. Like it was completely different than anything she had ever known. It wasn’t pulsating beating beast like her mother or something of a lax powerhouse like her father… or whatever the heck you called her sister’s holly. The pure brightness of that one was always frustrating to glance at.
”Eh?”
The renamon tilted her head this way or that as she watched the other knock the rocks out of the way with a quick spin. Pulling out some sort of bag? Coal blinked slowly and then felt herself start to drool as the other offered her a slow cooked meat. She’d swallow a bit and look between ava and the offered food.
”S-sure! It smells really good!”
Coal wasn’t exactly the pickiest of eaters and given how she was hungry the renamon would accept the meat before sitting down. Biting into it without much thought. Her smaller teeth might not be like ava’s but they seemed to work just fine on the slow cooked meat!
”...Mff.. Nothing quite beats slow cooked stuff…”
She’d mumble through mouthfulls; making short work of the offered food. She didn’t waste the bone either, loud cracks of her working on it and getting whatever out of the center. She wasn’t wasting a bit of it and it was probably surprising that she went for the bone. Maybe. Then again she was the daughter of a wolf and a cat… And sister to a cat. And a cat. And a fox. And was trained by a wolf.
And was friends with a big hyena wolf thing back in vander tower.
No wonder her eating habits were as raw as the company she kept...
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Post by Avalon on Feb 7, 2021 13:20:33 GMT
Ava would be lying if she said she didn't like hearing compliments. So seeing Coal happily digging into the impromptu meal put a smile on the dragon's snout. The vorvomon took a seat next to her companion, starting to dig into her own chunk of meat, idly talking in between swallowing mouthfuls of tender meat and biting in for more.
"Well, the Molten Claw clan lives on a island in the Spears of Megiddo. Gran always said we moved away from the Valley of Dragons to avoid conflict with outsiders. She and a few others joined her on a volcanic island to form our tribe. There's more than just my family, but yeah. I got a mom and dad, an older sister, and two younger brothers. I guess it's a lot more primitive than most towns? But we make do. A lot of us are artisans too, usually using heat to help shape things. Kinda how we got our clan name, I guess?"
Avalon paused when she saw Coal snap the bone to get at the marrow inside. The sight made her grin, obviously not bothered at all being a bit voracious herself.
"You got a good appetite on you, Coal! I like that!" To help emphasize her delight the dragon bit off one end of the left over bone she held in her claws, chewing it loudly with a moan of pleasure before swallowing. "That's the best part if it's cooked right!"
Avalon finished off the rest of her meal before licking her snout clean with a satisfied sigh.
"What about you? How big is your clan?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2021 23:14:24 GMT
Coal’s ears flicked a few times while the vorvomon explained what clan she was from and where they were located. Hearing that they moved away from the valley of dragons to avoid conflict made sense ot her. Though she had to wonder how close each was; she’d have to look at them on the map later.
”So five others huh…? Makes sense. I would have figured it because of the lava gibblets and sharp claws if I’m being honest.”
Coal managed a small smile and seemed pretty interested in the idea that it was more of a peaceful name mixed with their arts. She was very curious about that! The renamon-x hummed a bit and paused while sucking on the bone to get more of that marrow… before eating it of course.
”So you do art? You’d probably get along with my sister! Do you have any examples of stuff you’ve done or… well. I don’t expect it to be around here ahah…”
Seeing the grin on avalon’s face mixed with watching the other do the same to their own bone morsel couldn’t of had a simpler reaction. Her own face split in a grin and the renamon-x shifted in her seat. She’d rub at her neck and nod her head a few times in agreement.
”I don’t get stuff like that all too often, a lot of the meals ma gets us are pretty solid in terms of meat but… maybe if I ask her to bring back stuff like this she might mm…”
Coal blinked at the question directed at her family. Just how big was the renamon’s family? She’d hum a bit and drag her fingers through the sand, each number was accompanied by a small shadow esq mimic of that family member before switching to the next…
”Well there’s my da… He’s a mikemon. Which is like a gatomon but different colored and stronger I guess? Then there’s my ma, she’s a renamon like me but with white fur and a red cloak. But she also likes staying in shutmon a lot which is like a big wolf with swords. Then there’s my two older sisters, Syre who’s a black-gatomon and Holly who’s a meicrackmon. Then there’s my twin who’s a regular renamon-x and she’s got light powers! Which she’s really good with. I know I have… two brothers? One that I’ve only heard mentioned by name and another that my ma and da argue about. I know he’s in terminus but he’s not super interested in meeting the family. Then there’s… Well Ma and da adopted another meicrackmon, Her name is sixer and she’s got guns for legs and guns strapped to her arms… She’s really crazy strong from what I can tell.”
Coal leaned forward, sliding her hands over her legs and sighing a bit.
”Most of my family doesn’t have the same problem that I do. I can see people’s wireframes and cores without even trying. Normally I wear glasses or goggles to help with it but… they kinda broke when I fell ontop of you. You can see all the glass and the frames over there but… Eh? Da will probably ask me to be more careful and make a little more durable ones.”
Coal was seemingly a bit more chatty now that she wasn’t tired, hungry and afraid. In fact she was leaning back a bit almost to the point of falling back onto her… well back. She’d stare up at the slowly ‘blooming’ day.
”So if you weren’t counting my brothers’ that be… Seven I guess? That’s including me by the way… heh...”
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Post by Avalon on Feb 10, 2021 7:52:57 GMT
When asked if she was an artist Avalon could help but puff out her chest a little with pride. As Coal pointed out there really wasnt anything the dragon could show her right now, though. Well, nothing completed, at any rate.
"Yup! I'm learning metalwork and smithing from my old man! Heating up metal and shaping it into useful or decorative things. That's kinda why I'm here at the ruins: I'm gathering metal for ingots."
Avalon leaned forward in her seat as Coal then started to go over her own clan, and making doodles in the sand as she spoke. There were some digimon mentioned that she was not familiar with, but the drawings helped to give her a basic idea. It seemed that no one in Coal's clan were dragons or even lizard-like. And there were a lot of them! More than Avalon had claws on her wings to count them with!
"Ohh," breathed the dragon in quiet surprise after Coal had the tally all done. "Seven people? Even if some of your siblings moved away, your den must be huge to have supported that kind of gathering! What a powerful pair your parents must be to have such a large clutch of eggs, too! As for your glasses..."
Avalon glanced to the shattered remains of Coal's eyewear, before looking back to Coal and shrugging it off.
"Just tell your dad that Avalon of the Molten Claw clan of dragons has an impenetrable hide, and that he'll have to try harder if he expects them to survive falling onto me!" She thumped her hand against her chest to emphasize the hardness of her shell, and nodded sagely.
"That's pretty cool though, being able to see other people's cores. I don't think I've ever seen one myself. Maybe that can help us find someone friendly in the ruins?"
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