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Ragnar and Klipp do a little shopping around Quartz Quarry and pick up a few essentials for Ragnar. They also pick up some ingredients for dinner and chat with the local butcher.
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Ragnar woke up slowly. His body felt sore all over like he had gone through an intense workout. He groaned as he opened his eyes. He rolled onto his side and blinked hard as his eyes focused on the clinic around him.
Klipp was standing over him with an ecstatic expression on his snout. “Good to see you awake, buddy!” The Ground dragon clapped him on the back, slapping another pained groan from the hybrid. “We’ve got some shopping to do before we get you settled into my place tonight!” Klipp’s rumbling chuckles reverberated through the air.
“Yes,” Dr. Patterson cut in, “you two need to pick up some essentials.” He handed a piece of paper over to Ragnar who sat up. “This is a list of items you should be trying to get while you work for me. It’ll make the trip to Dracaeli easier.” He handed a small pouch filled with jingling coins over to Klipp. “Here’s what I’ve got for you to spend.” The doctor pulled Ragnar to his feet. “You two had better get started before the shops close for dinner. It’s getting late.” He looked out the window toward the large skylight above the town. The sun had nearly set, the amber tones of twilight bathing the Emerald Caverns in a warm, comforting glow.
“Thank you so much for what you’re doing. I-I don’t know where I’d be if I hadn’t met you two.” Ragnar pulled the doctor into a light hug before setting out after Klipp.
“It’s no problem.” The man smiled as he waved to the pair of dragons.
“Most of what we’ll need is at the plaza.” The Ground dragon’s voice rumbled. The pair walked through the streets, watching the lamps light up around them. They soon arrived on the second level of the plaza and began looking around for a satchel. “You need something to carry your belongings in.” Klipp looked into the bag Patterson had given them. He frowned. “We’ll have to find some good deals.”
They walked up to a vendor with a variety of bags, satchels, and pouches. Some were made from leather and some from canvas. “I like the messenger bags.” Ragnar pointed at a green canvas bag. “They’ll be easier for me to reach into.” He looked over the wares and settled on a brown canvas messenger bag with black leather straps. “That’s the one!”
“That’ll be 20 gold pieces!” The shopkeep trilled. Klipp sighed as he dug out the pieces from the bag and slapped them onto the table in a huff. The spindly sales dragon squealed with glee as he shoved the bag into Ragnar’s chest.
The hybrid quickly threw it over his head and wings, letting it rest across his body. “Thank you!”
“No, thank you!” The shopkeeper ogled the coins in his claws before stuffing them into a pouch on his waist.
Klipp plucked the list from Ragnar’s claws. “Let’s see…I might know a place to get you a simple sword.” The burly dragon grabbed Ragnar’s wrist and dragged him to another small table in front of a blacksmith’s shop. A variety of dull blades, ranging from dragon-sized daggers to extra-large long swords littered the table. Each blade came with a holster and a leather belt. “You should probably get a short sword.” Klipp scanned the wares and landed on a sharpened blade with a thick, bulbous pommel and leather-bound grip.
“Good choice sirs,” the owner hissed. “A fine sword like that would run you…100 gold pieces?”
Klipp scoffed, “70.”
“90.”
“80.”
“85.”
“Sold.” Klipp dug out most of the remaining gold pieces from the pouch and handed them over to the shop keeper.
“Pleasure doing business with you, Klipp,” The owner called as they turned away. Ragnar fit the leather belt and sheath around his waist, the holster resting on his left side.
“Ugh, should’ve stuck with 80,” the Ground dragon sighed as he peered into the pouch again. “We have enough gold for one more thing on this list today.” He looked over the list Patterson had given them. “The waterskin is essential. Gotta stay hydrated.” he licked his lips.
Ragnar nodded as Klipp led them to a third stall with various adventuring supplies. “One waterskin,” Klipp asked.
The owner nodded as she looked through her wares and plopped a massive waterskin onto the countertop. “20 gold for this one.”
“How about 13 pieces?” The shopkeep shook her head. She looked through her items and pulled out a slightly smaller waterskin.
“13 will get you this one.” Her voice was flat and nasally, like a bored retail worker.
“Done,” Klipp replied. She handed the waterskin to Ragnar as he handed over the remaining gold.
They walked down the steps to the lower level. “I need to pick up a few ingredients for dinner. How does wyrm noodles with heifer-beef tomato sauce sound?”
Ragnar nodded. “Sounds delicious!” His stomach growled in agreement. Klipp chuckled. The two dragons stepped up to a colorful stall lined with different sizes of worm-like noodles. Each noodle had rings all along the length of the noodle. Some even had small spines protruding from the rings.
“I’d like the angelwyrm noodles please.” Klipp pointed to the thinnest noodles on the counter.
“5 silver for 4 servings.” The lithe shopkeep answered. His scales were a brilliant navy blue with a shimmering seafoam green underbelly like the glittering waters of the Mediterranean Sea.
“Will do,” Klipp replied, handing over the money from his own bag of coins. The blue dragon grabbed a large handful of the noodles and weighed them on a scale by an ancient-looking register. He plucked a few from the scale before placing the remaining noodles into a paper sack and sealing it with a piece of string. “Thanks,” Klipp called as the two left for another stall.
They stopped at a large produce stand lined with a wide variety of fruits and vegetables. Most looked like draconic versions of fruits and vegetables he knew on Earth. The only noticeable difference was that all of them were HUGE…and the fact that the skin looked like it was covered in scales, like a pineapple. The stand didn’t have any exotic fruits like mangos or even bananas.
Ragnar looked around the lower level of the plaza, taking note of the other produce stands. None of them had fruits or vegetables that couldn’t be easily farmed in the northern hemisphere of Earth, particularly the northwestern corner of the homely blue marble.
“What are you staring at?” Klipp asked. Ragnar blinked as Klipp stepped in front of him. “I got the vegetables I need to make the sauce.” The burly dragon looked to where Ragnar’s once vacant gaze had stopped. “Is something the matter?”
“Uh, no,” Ragnar replied, shaking his head. “I was just admiring how different things are here.” The red dragon gripped the strap of his bag as Klipp lead the way to a butcher’s shop. Unlike the stalls of the plaza, the butcher’s shop was set within a stone building with a second level, presumably an apartment of some kind.
As they stepped into the shop, a slim Electric dragon weaved past several hanging cuts of meat hanging just beyond the room-length counter. The only break in it was a small swinging gate. “Hi there,” the dark dragon spoke. He had an Irish-like accent. “I’m Slaktullr!” he waved, “what can I get you boyos?” He leaned his elbows on the long counter.
“A big ‘ol piece of horned heifer, Slaktullr!” Klipp answered, leaning against the counter with a casual smile. The black dragon nodded as he turned around. An intricate weave of bright neon purple scales in the shape of lightning strikes snaked down the length of his body everywhere but the front of his torso.
“Got it, Klipp,” the Electric dragon called back. The two seemed to be friendly with one another. It wasn’t long before Slaktullr returned with a massive cut of beef draped over his claws. He dropped the meat onto a large scale which groaned under the weight. “How much do ya need, buddy?” He pulled out a notepad and pencil.
“Just enough for the two of us, so…” Klipp paused, “how about 8 pounds of beef?” Slaktullr nodded.
“Will do!” the dark dragon beamed. He reached to his side and unsheathed a massive cleaver. He carefully measured the length of the meat with his claw and smacked the floor with his tail, readying himself for a precise strike. In a flash, he cleanly sliced the weight of meat from the rest of the cut. He even cut through the bone! With a flick of his wrist, Slaktullr threw the cleaver into the far wall behind him. It whizzed by the meat and lodged itself in the stone wall, making a loud CRACK! The sound boomed in the shop like a thunderclap. “This much beef will run you…” he tapped the counter, “8 gold.”
Klipp smiled as he stepped and deposited the coins into Slaktullr’s eager claws. “Thanks, buddy!”
“No problem, buddy! But,” he leaned in close to Klipp, all levity was gone from his voice as he eyed the hybrid. “who’s the hybrid here?”
Klipp turned to Ragnar who had stayed back, silently watching their exchange. His snout had contorted into a mixture of fear and confusion. “This is Ragnar,” He waved Ragnar over. “I found him passed out by the river and brought him to Patterson.” The Electric dragon rolled his eyes.
“Patterson? Why take a sturdy dragon like this,” he pointed to Ragnar, “to a weak, uneducated HUMAN like him?” Slaktullr snarled, his purple scales glowing brighter.
“His place was the closest clinic to where I had found him. He needed help. He had a nasty tear in his wing when I found him. See the stitches?” Slaktullr stared down his snout at Ragnar who slowly unfurled his wing, showing the yellow-green webbing and bright red stitches.
“Alright,” he sighed, “but you could have been patient enough to visit Helius’ place. At least he knows a thing or two about injured wings.” Slaktullr spread his wings wide.
Klipp sighed, “that place was across town from where I had entered!” He turned to Ragnar, “besides, it’s not every day you get to see a human AND a hybrid in one room!” He nudged Slaktullr in the side, a weak smile plastered on his nervous face.
Slaktullr cracked a smile. “You have a point there, buddy!” He started to laugh, borderline cackling as the metal hooks sparked with an electric charge. He wrapped the cut of meat in some butcher paper. It took him a minute to regain his composure. Once he calmed down, Slaktullr handed over the thick piece of meat. “You always know how to get a smile on my face!” He waved goodbye, “now get outa here before I lose my charge!” He wiped his claws on an unseen towel and wiped a tear from his eyes as the two dragons left the shop.
They walked through the streets until they reached a small stone building carved into the wall of the cavern on the southeastern side of town. “Here’s home!” Klipp beamed. He slid the curtain out of the way and stepped inside. “Come on in.”
Inside was a small three-room home. The main room was a combination kitchen and living room. Although, kitchen was a stretch. Behind the stone couch, was a large, round table. A few shelves and makeshift cabinets lined the walls. For light, glowing emeralds lined the raw wall of the cavern. The other side had two small, open windows.
Klipp dropped the bags of food onto the table and knelt by the hearth. He grabbed a small grey stone and struck at one of the darker spots of scales on his arm. With a spark, the wood started to burn. He grabbed a large and extremely flat slab of stone and slid it over the flame, which quickly started to roar. “Do you know much about cooking?” Klipp asked.
Ragnar blinked and nodded, “yeah, I know a thing or two.”
“Great, could you cut up these vegetables for me while I go get some water? I’ve got knives in one of the cabinets and a couple of pots in another. Don’t put the vegetables in while I’m gone.” With that Klipp scooped up a large pot and rushed out.
Ragnar scanned the few cabinets and pulled out two large pots setting them on the stone slab. The red dragon quickly grabbed a knife and started to roughly chop the vegetables.
Klipp eventually returned and poured the water into the larger of the two pots. “Thanks,” he said, “I’m going to quickly cube this meat.” He opened one of the larger cabinets and pulled out a large mushroom. “Could you slice this up while you’re at it?” Ragnar nodded as Klipp turned to grab a large knife.
The bulky dragon sliced the meat from the bone and started to cut the beef into medium-sized cubes. When he was done, he scooped up the beef and dumped it into the smaller pot. He grabbed a smooth paddle and started to stir the meat. “Can you hand me the bone? It’ll add much more flavor if we cook with it in here.” Ragnar nodded and brought the large bone over to Klipp. “Thanks.”
The beef browned quickly, a wondrous aroma filling the room. Ragnar added the vegetables and the mushroom. Klipp started to stir the pot more aggressively as he pulled it closer. The water began to boil, and Ragnar grabbed the noodles. “Do I break them in half or put them in whole?” he asked.
Klipp turned toward Ragnar in bewilderment. “Whole, of course! Why would you ever want to break these great noodles?” He started to laugh. “Alright, I’ll take it from here. Just set back and rest while finish up.” Ragnar did as he was told and soon the food was ready.
He tossed extra ingredients and spices into the sauce. Soon, everything was done cooking. Klipp pulled both pots from the heat and placed them on the table. He grabbed a pair of ladles and scooped out a hearty portion of noodles and sauce. He plopped them onto large stone plates.
“Eat up!”
Ragnar took one of the plates and a fork and dug in. He started scarfing down mouthfuls as Klipp sat down next to him. They ate in mutual silence, inhaling the food until the plates were licked clean. Klipp grabbed the plates and set them in a large bucket of water on the ground.
Klipp got up and plucked the bone from the pot. Snapping it in half, he handed the larger piece to Ragnar. “It’ll keep your teeth sharp.”
“Thanks,” Ragnar replied as he gingerly started to grind on the bone. He expected the flavor to be odd, but it left him salivating! The cooked bone was like hard candy in his mouth, melting in his mouth as he crunched away happily. It didn’t take long to chew down the bone. After he had stripped the bone to the marrow, he let it sit in his mouth until there was nothing left.
After a short while of sitting by the fire, Klipp got up from the couch and stretched. “You should get some rest, Ragnar,” He yawned. “You’ll need to get up early for Dr. Patterson tomorrow.” He rubbed his eyes, “and so do I.” He pointed to the room on the left side of the living room. “You can sleep in my guest room. Holler if you need anything.” Klipp yawned again and trudged into the room on the right.
Ragnar stood up from the couch and stretched as he padded into his room. It was a small room. All it had was a flat mound of stone for a bed and another, taller mound for a night table. The sleepy dragon set his things on the table and sat down. He laid down on his stomach and curled his body as he leaned against the wall. He curled his tail around and rested his dreary head on it like a pillow. Slowly, the dragon drifted into a dreamless sleep.
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Chapter 3: Shopping and Settling In
Written by: Ryker-Wolf
Ragnar woke up slowly. His body felt sore all over like he had gone through an intense workout. He groaned as he opened his eyes. He rolled onto his side and blinked hard as his eyes focused on the clinic around him.
Klipp was standing over him with an ecstatic expression on his snout. “Good to see you awake, buddy!” The Ground dragon clapped him on the back, slapping another pained groan from the hybrid. “We’ve got some shopping to do before we get you settled into my place tonight!” Klipp’s rumbling chuckles reverberated through the air.
“Yes,” Dr. Patterson cut in, “you two need to pick up some essentials.” He handed a piece of paper over to Ragnar who sat up. “This is a list of items you should be trying to get while you work for me. It’ll make the trip to Dracaeli easier.” He handed a small pouch filled with jingling coins over to Klipp. “Here’s what I’ve got for you to spend.” The doctor pulled Ragnar to his feet. “You two had better get started before the shops close for dinner. It’s getting late.” He looked out the window toward the large skylight above the town. The sun had nearly set, the amber tones of twilight bathing the Emerald Caverns in a warm, comforting glow.
“Thank you so much for what you’re doing. I-I don’t know where I’d be if I hadn’t met you two.” Ragnar pulled the doctor into a light hug before setting out after Klipp.
“It’s no problem.” The man smiled as he waved to the pair of dragons.
“Most of what we’ll need is at the plaza.” The Ground dragon’s voice rumbled. The pair walked through the streets, watching the lamps light up around them. They soon arrived on the second level of the plaza and began looking around for a satchel. “You need something to carry your belongings in.” Klipp looked into the bag Patterson had given them. He frowned. “We’ll have to find some good deals.”
They walked up to a vendor with a variety of bags, satchels, and pouches. Some were made from leather and some from canvas. “I like the messenger bags.” Ragnar pointed at a green canvas bag. “They’ll be easier for me to reach into.” He looked over the wares and settled on a brown canvas messenger bag with black leather straps. “That’s the one!”
“That’ll be 20 gold pieces!” The shopkeep trilled. Klipp sighed as he dug out the pieces from the bag and slapped them onto the table in a huff. The spindly sales dragon squealed with glee as he shoved the bag into Ragnar’s chest.
The hybrid quickly threw it over his head and wings, letting it rest across his body. “Thank you!”
“No, thank you!” The shopkeeper ogled the coins in his claws before stuffing them into a pouch on his waist.
Klipp plucked the list from Ragnar’s claws. “Let’s see…I might know a place to get you a simple sword.” The burly dragon grabbed Ragnar’s wrist and dragged him to another small table in front of a blacksmith’s shop. A variety of dull blades, ranging from dragon-sized daggers to extra-large long swords littered the table. Each blade came with a holster and a leather belt. “You should probably get a short sword.” Klipp scanned the wares and landed on a sharpened blade with a thick, bulbous pommel and leather-bound grip.
“Good choice sirs,” the owner hissed. “A fine sword like that would run you…100 gold pieces?”
Klipp scoffed, “70.”
“90.”
“80.”
“85.”
“Sold.” Klipp dug out most of the remaining gold pieces from the pouch and handed them over to the shop keeper.
“Pleasure doing business with you, Klipp,” The owner called as they turned away. Ragnar fit the leather belt and sheath around his waist, the holster resting on his left side.
“Ugh, should’ve stuck with 80,” the Ground dragon sighed as he peered into the pouch again. “We have enough gold for one more thing on this list today.” He looked over the list Patterson had given them. “The waterskin is essential. Gotta stay hydrated.” he licked his lips.
Ragnar nodded as Klipp led them to a third stall with various adventuring supplies. “One waterskin,” Klipp asked.
The owner nodded as she looked through her wares and plopped a massive waterskin onto the countertop. “20 gold for this one.”
“How about 13 pieces?” The shopkeep shook her head. She looked through her items and pulled out a slightly smaller waterskin.
“13 will get you this one.” Her voice was flat and nasally, like a bored retail worker.
“Done,” Klipp replied. She handed the waterskin to Ragnar as he handed over the remaining gold.
They walked down the steps to the lower level. “I need to pick up a few ingredients for dinner. How does wyrm noodles with heifer-beef tomato sauce sound?”
Ragnar nodded. “Sounds delicious!” His stomach growled in agreement. Klipp chuckled. The two dragons stepped up to a colorful stall lined with different sizes of worm-like noodles. Each noodle had rings all along the length of the noodle. Some even had small spines protruding from the rings.
“I’d like the angelwyrm noodles please.” Klipp pointed to the thinnest noodles on the counter.
“5 silver for 4 servings.” The lithe shopkeep answered. His scales were a brilliant navy blue with a shimmering seafoam green underbelly like the glittering waters of the Mediterranean Sea.
“Will do,” Klipp replied, handing over the money from his own bag of coins. The blue dragon grabbed a large handful of the noodles and weighed them on a scale by an ancient-looking register. He plucked a few from the scale before placing the remaining noodles into a paper sack and sealing it with a piece of string. “Thanks,” Klipp called as the two left for another stall.
They stopped at a large produce stand lined with a wide variety of fruits and vegetables. Most looked like draconic versions of fruits and vegetables he knew on Earth. The only noticeable difference was that all of them were HUGE…and the fact that the skin looked like it was covered in scales, like a pineapple. The stand didn’t have any exotic fruits like mangos or even bananas.
Ragnar looked around the lower level of the plaza, taking note of the other produce stands. None of them had fruits or vegetables that couldn’t be easily farmed in the northern hemisphere of Earth, particularly the northwestern corner of the homely blue marble.
“What are you staring at?” Klipp asked. Ragnar blinked as Klipp stepped in front of him. “I got the vegetables I need to make the sauce.” The burly dragon looked to where Ragnar’s once vacant gaze had stopped. “Is something the matter?”
“Uh, no,” Ragnar replied, shaking his head. “I was just admiring how different things are here.” The red dragon gripped the strap of his bag as Klipp lead the way to a butcher’s shop. Unlike the stalls of the plaza, the butcher’s shop was set within a stone building with a second level, presumably an apartment of some kind.
As they stepped into the shop, a slim Electric dragon weaved past several hanging cuts of meat hanging just beyond the room-length counter. The only break in it was a small swinging gate. “Hi there,” the dark dragon spoke. He had an Irish-like accent. “I’m Slaktullr!” he waved, “what can I get you boyos?” He leaned his elbows on the long counter.
“A big ‘ol piece of horned heifer, Slaktullr!” Klipp answered, leaning against the counter with a casual smile. The black dragon nodded as he turned around. An intricate weave of bright neon purple scales in the shape of lightning strikes snaked down the length of his body everywhere but the front of his torso.
“Got it, Klipp,” the Electric dragon called back. The two seemed to be friendly with one another. It wasn’t long before Slaktullr returned with a massive cut of beef draped over his claws. He dropped the meat onto a large scale which groaned under the weight. “How much do ya need, buddy?” He pulled out a notepad and pencil.
“Just enough for the two of us, so…” Klipp paused, “how about 8 pounds of beef?” Slaktullr nodded.
“Will do!” the dark dragon beamed. He reached to his side and unsheathed a massive cleaver. He carefully measured the length of the meat with his claw and smacked the floor with his tail, readying himself for a precise strike. In a flash, he cleanly sliced the weight of meat from the rest of the cut. He even cut through the bone! With a flick of his wrist, Slaktullr threw the cleaver into the far wall behind him. It whizzed by the meat and lodged itself in the stone wall, making a loud CRACK! The sound boomed in the shop like a thunderclap. “This much beef will run you…” he tapped the counter, “8 gold.”
Klipp smiled as he stepped and deposited the coins into Slaktullr’s eager claws. “Thanks, buddy!”
“No problem, buddy! But,” he leaned in close to Klipp, all levity was gone from his voice as he eyed the hybrid. “who’s the hybrid here?”
Klipp turned to Ragnar who had stayed back, silently watching their exchange. His snout had contorted into a mixture of fear and confusion. “This is Ragnar,” He waved Ragnar over. “I found him passed out by the river and brought him to Patterson.” The Electric dragon rolled his eyes.
“Patterson? Why take a sturdy dragon like this,” he pointed to Ragnar, “to a weak, uneducated HUMAN like him?” Slaktullr snarled, his purple scales glowing brighter.
“His place was the closest clinic to where I had found him. He needed help. He had a nasty tear in his wing when I found him. See the stitches?” Slaktullr stared down his snout at Ragnar who slowly unfurled his wing, showing the yellow-green webbing and bright red stitches.
“Alright,” he sighed, “but you could have been patient enough to visit Helius’ place. At least he knows a thing or two about injured wings.” Slaktullr spread his wings wide.
Klipp sighed, “that place was across town from where I had entered!” He turned to Ragnar, “besides, it’s not every day you get to see a human AND a hybrid in one room!” He nudged Slaktullr in the side, a weak smile plastered on his nervous face.
Slaktullr cracked a smile. “You have a point there, buddy!” He started to laugh, borderline cackling as the metal hooks sparked with an electric charge. He wrapped the cut of meat in some butcher paper. It took him a minute to regain his composure. Once he calmed down, Slaktullr handed over the thick piece of meat. “You always know how to get a smile on my face!” He waved goodbye, “now get outa here before I lose my charge!” He wiped his claws on an unseen towel and wiped a tear from his eyes as the two dragons left the shop.
They walked through the streets until they reached a small stone building carved into the wall of the cavern on the southeastern side of town. “Here’s home!” Klipp beamed. He slid the curtain out of the way and stepped inside. “Come on in.”
Inside was a small three-room home. The main room was a combination kitchen and living room. Although, kitchen was a stretch. Behind the stone couch, was a large, round table. A few shelves and makeshift cabinets lined the walls. For light, glowing emeralds lined the raw wall of the cavern. The other side had two small, open windows.
Klipp dropped the bags of food onto the table and knelt by the hearth. He grabbed a small grey stone and struck at one of the darker spots of scales on his arm. With a spark, the wood started to burn. He grabbed a large and extremely flat slab of stone and slid it over the flame, which quickly started to roar. “Do you know much about cooking?” Klipp asked.
Ragnar blinked and nodded, “yeah, I know a thing or two.”
“Great, could you cut up these vegetables for me while I go get some water? I’ve got knives in one of the cabinets and a couple of pots in another. Don’t put the vegetables in while I’m gone.” With that Klipp scooped up a large pot and rushed out.
Ragnar scanned the few cabinets and pulled out two large pots setting them on the stone slab. The red dragon quickly grabbed a knife and started to roughly chop the vegetables.
Klipp eventually returned and poured the water into the larger of the two pots. “Thanks,” he said, “I’m going to quickly cube this meat.” He opened one of the larger cabinets and pulled out a large mushroom. “Could you slice this up while you’re at it?” Ragnar nodded as Klipp turned to grab a large knife.
The bulky dragon sliced the meat from the bone and started to cut the beef into medium-sized cubes. When he was done, he scooped up the beef and dumped it into the smaller pot. He grabbed a smooth paddle and started to stir the meat. “Can you hand me the bone? It’ll add much more flavor if we cook with it in here.” Ragnar nodded and brought the large bone over to Klipp. “Thanks.”
The beef browned quickly, a wondrous aroma filling the room. Ragnar added the vegetables and the mushroom. Klipp started to stir the pot more aggressively as he pulled it closer. The water began to boil, and Ragnar grabbed the noodles. “Do I break them in half or put them in whole?” he asked.
Klipp turned toward Ragnar in bewilderment. “Whole, of course! Why would you ever want to break these great noodles?” He started to laugh. “Alright, I’ll take it from here. Just set back and rest while finish up.” Ragnar did as he was told and soon the food was ready.
He tossed extra ingredients and spices into the sauce. Soon, everything was done cooking. Klipp pulled both pots from the heat and placed them on the table. He grabbed a pair of ladles and scooped out a hearty portion of noodles and sauce. He plopped them onto large stone plates.
“Eat up!”
Ragnar took one of the plates and a fork and dug in. He started scarfing down mouthfuls as Klipp sat down next to him. They ate in mutual silence, inhaling the food until the plates were licked clean. Klipp grabbed the plates and set them in a large bucket of water on the ground.
Klipp got up and plucked the bone from the pot. Snapping it in half, he handed the larger piece to Ragnar. “It’ll keep your teeth sharp.”
“Thanks,” Ragnar replied as he gingerly started to grind on the bone. He expected the flavor to be odd, but it left him salivating! The cooked bone was like hard candy in his mouth, melting in his mouth as he crunched away happily. It didn’t take long to chew down the bone. After he had stripped the bone to the marrow, he let it sit in his mouth until there was nothing left.
After a short while of sitting by the fire, Klipp got up from the couch and stretched. “You should get some rest, Ragnar,” He yawned. “You’ll need to get up early for Dr. Patterson tomorrow.” He rubbed his eyes, “and so do I.” He pointed to the room on the left side of the living room. “You can sleep in my guest room. Holler if you need anything.” Klipp yawned again and trudged into the room on the right.
Ragnar stood up from the couch and stretched as he padded into his room. It was a small room. All it had was a flat mound of stone for a bed and another, taller mound for a night table. The sleepy dragon set his things on the table and sat down. He laid down on his stomach and curled his body as he leaned against the wall. He curled his tail around and rested his dreary head on it like a pillow. Slowly, the dragon drifted into a dreamless sleep.
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Good world building. Liked the haggle scene. Still need to shake that habit of repeating starts, but it comes with practice. You were good until Klip returned and things began Klip , dialogue, Ragnar, Klip, etc. Good to see the dialogue shaped up. So making lots of improvements and your great description is always caring so much power for the work.
There's not always regrets, but having a good world building document helps with continuity.
Whenever I plan chapters, I leave some things more vague or simple to allow for more reactive characters...or at least that's what I try to achieve.
Rewriting this story was a choice, but it's a fun exercise in reworking certain things for how I like to present content here.
Heck, when I started Ryker's story, I didn't have a plot lined up, just a vague idea of the points I wanted to touch on. As I went along though, my ideas for how I wanted the story to go were more clarified as chapters were completed.
Whenever I plan chapters, I leave some things more vague or simple to allow for more reactive characters...or at least that's what I try to achieve.
Rewriting this story was a choice, but it's a fun exercise in reworking certain things for how I like to present content here.
Heck, when I started Ryker's story, I didn't have a plot lined up, just a vague idea of the points I wanted to touch on. As I went along though, my ideas for how I wanted the story to go were more clarified as chapters were completed.
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