bakerstreet | You've Found a Dragon Egg

(( Mostly looking for cute cr things. Hans finds a dragon egg by a pond and your character can come in seeing him looking at it. Can be their own egg, maybe Hans intruded onto your character's property without realizing it? Maybe someone Hans kind of knows and we'll have assumed CR where they take a look at it for themselves? Anything like that would work, or you make your own suggestions. ))

Out with his horse, Hans lifts his seat out of the saddle, allowing his steed to canter across the field. It was little after the time for him to go home, but the tiny prince looked for any excuse to stay away from the castle as long as possible. This was one of the rarest days he could just be with his best friend Sitron, galloping away.

With a smart, silent seating and calming noise, the tiny Prince and small horse slowed down to gain access to a pond. Once at the complete stop, Hans got off his horse, allowing his steed to drink.

However, something catches his eye, peering down at a few rocks, one of them having a rough edge and a glossy sheen.

"Huh?" He says as he kneels down to carefully touch the edges of the form.

The Alchemist Sable's property was fairly vast, stretching far enough to reach the Owl Forest, and even the pond just beyond it.

The field itself, however, Glenn has claimed for himself, much to the Alchemist's amusement. The field itself has large swaths of flowers and is part of a migratory butterfly route. It isn't that time of year now, but there are still stragglers that made the journey off-beat, anyway.

Even asleep in the field, it's not hard for him to pick up the sound of hoof-beats in the dirt. He doesn't get up immediately, sleepy and content with the sun in his face. Passers-by aren't uncommon. It's when the sounds come to a stop that he takes real notice, and sits up with a yawn, a few butterflies clinging to his hair.

...Oh. The horse is smaller than he expected, he notices first, followed by the boy at the pond.

Getting up, he dusts himself off, and, butterflies still in tow, he approaches the boy with another yawn. He's still warm and content. Warm days like this are the best.

"Hey. Are you lost? Or taking a break?" Rather than curious, Glenn's voice has a mostly indifferent inflection, like he's asking just to repeat words he's heard before. "I do not really care either way, but this is my mom's place. So you know."

Eyes reflecting the colors of the flowers in the field stare dully at Hans, and he patiently waits for a response.

Sitron, the horse was the first to notice the stranger, ears perked up and whinnying worried noises to Hans in warning. The auburn-haired Prince's head snapped up towards the worried horse.

"Boy, what's wrong?" Following the horse's gaze, he sees the other boy, he blinked in surprise, not expecting any company at all. With a hand lightly tapping his sheath that held his toy sword, Hans mentally prepared himself to defend him and his animal companion if anyone would give them grief.

"Uh...me and my companion here," He started in an authoritative tone. "We're passing through. Who are you?"

The authoritative tone didn't bother him, didn't even make him flinch. He only gave a little tilt of his head in answer.

"...My mom's son. Glenn Sparks. Mom's Sable. We do not mind passers-by. I was just curious because you stopped here. We live in the house just back behind me."

Another yawn, another stretch. A few butterflies took wing, but a few still clung to his hair, peacefully. Some of their wings fluttered a little.

"So, who are you, too? And your friend? Never seen you before."

Sitron sniffed in the boy's direction. Something about him was different, but seeing the kid around butterflies made the easily startled colt more at ease. He slowly started to walk towards the other boy, without any initiation from Hans. He knickered softly as though questioning him.

Hans, in turn, saw the action and his shoulders eased a bit. Sitron wasn't the most gregarious horse in the world, but if he was starting to be at ease with the stranger...

"His name's Sitron, I'm Hans." The boy gave a polite bow. "Prince Hans at your service."

Glenn remained still while Sitron approached him, staring at the horse with, honestly, no real idea how to interact with him. He briefly made eye contact with Sitron before looking away, in time to hear and see the introduction.

"Oh? Alright." So, royalty. Good to know. If he should bow back or something, he doesn't really care to, so he doesn't.

"...I think Sitron is still nervous of me. Just a bit. But I do not know how to communicate with him..." It was hard to explain how he felt that. Maybe he was just smelling something weird among the flowers?

"How do you communicate with him? You seem to have a strong bond with him. That is enviable."

Both brows lift in surprise. Glenn and his mother definitely had to be far removed if he didn't even know how to greet royalty. At Glenn's question of his horse, however, Hans allowed the initial faux pas slide, his chest puffed out a bit at the fact he could show the kid something he knew very well.

"Sitron's just shy." He smiled with a more relaxed tone. "Lift your hand out to him and let him sniff."

Glenn didn't bother to correct anything, and he probably wouldn't have even if it was brought up. Listening closely to the instructions, he did just that, choosing palm-up, even though he didn't have anything in there. Registering the word "shy", he averted his gaze in the hopes that Sitron would feel more comfortable not being stared at by a stranger with constantly-shifting eye colors.

"Like this?"

The young Fjord horse sniffed the stranger's hand, smelling salt and something foreign. Sitron snorted into the hand nuzzling it as though in inquiry for a treat.

"Uh huh." He nodded. "He's asking for a treat if you have any."

Hans, with his small hand on his horse's flank, watched the interaction play out, happy to see Sitron getting along with somebody other than himself. For a moment, he almost forgot the strange object by the pond, but as soon as he would see the glint of the round shape, he made a mental note to check on it. He didn't want the attention brought to it if he could help it.

Glenn frowned. "I do not have anything right now. Um..."

Gently, he reached up to gently caress the sides of the horse's face, marveling at the sensation of fur under his touch.

"He is... very soft. And cute!"

Faintly at first, he started to smile, only to grin outright.

"Cute Sitron!"

Sitron leaned into the touch, nickering at the boy's obvious delight. Yes! He is very soft and cute!

With Sitron distracting Glenn, Hans carefully stepped away to the small shape, taking it to conceal and put it away in his bag and turned again with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, though his gaze glinted at the prospect of his horse being praised.

"He's also really fast and strong! You should've seen me and him galloping from back home to here! He's smaller than the horses at the stables, but that just means he can outrun the rest of them!"

"That is amazing!"

He thought he heard something strange at "that" spot, so... he stops petting Sitron for the moment, and then wandered over towards where Hans was.

"I gotta show you something cool. My mom's working on this project with this weird egg, and it needs lots of sunlight to ha..tch?"

...No egg there. Frowning in worry, Glenn began to gently sift through the grass.

"...Not here... Oh no. Did it fall in...? I hope not."

Frowning, he squinted at the pond, ducking down as close as he could to the water on his hands and knees.

"I will be right back. I gotta check the bottom of the pond. If it is real, it will die if it gets cold for too long. Mom told me that is a bad thing."

With some wiggling, he tugged his shirt off and kicked his shoes off in order to carefully slip into the pond. It got rather deep in the middle, but for now, he could wade in and scan the bottom.

"Where did it fall..."

It wasn't true of course, Sitron, like Hans was small, weak and not very fast. But Glenn didn't need to actually know that. But the thirteenth Prince could imagine it happening. He had to. The proud puffing of his chest deflated somewhat as he saw Glenn search around where he was.

"...An egg?" He sweated. Green eyes saw the other boy go and search for the found object that seemed to now buzz in Hans' saddle bag against his lithe body. Or maybe he was just imagining it.

"What does it look like?"

Glenn had no reason to believe that Hans lied. He had no reason to believe that Sitron was anything but magnificent, too. And he was. It didn't matter to him if he was slow, small, or weak. He was a beautiful and friendly horse. It didn't matter if Hans was slow, small, or weak, either. He seemed kind, and friendly. And he bothered to talk to him at all.

For now, Glenn continued to scan the water, taking very, very gentle, careful steps each time he moved.

"Yes. It-- it is big, and shaped not unlike a chicken egg, but, um. As big as the chicken. It's glossy to the eye, and rough to the touch in places. If you looked at it just right in the sun, it... it looks like the water's surface at sunset!

"Mom didn't tell me what might hatch from it, but she said it's possible I can keep it as a pet if I don't... lose it..."

His voice trails off somewhat listlessly. He's not sure what he's feeling, but his throat feels tight. Hans might recognize it easier as Glenn fighting not to cry.

"It was right by the edge of this pond... S-so.. if you find it, please tell me."

For now, he continued to search the shallows, moving and turning this way and that, his brow furrowed and eyes looking watery. He wiped at his face every so often, otherwise not acknowledging it.

Edited 2019-03-03 23:34 (UTC)

Hans looked on at the kid, hearing the recognizable tone of voice and how the other was carrying himself. Sitron even looked on, with a worried look and nickered towards Glenn as if asking what was wrong, only to turn and sense something different about his human companion. He nudged Hans as though he wanted him to do something about the kid that was obviously distressed about the missing egg.

With an internal groan, Hans slipped the object from his bag and into the mud, covering it with dirt while Glenn's back was turned.

"Hey-hey, look, I think I found something!" Hans sounded surprised as he pretended to carefully look over the stone before showing it to his new friend, the egg gleamed.

"Is-Is this it?"

None the wiser, Glenn looked over as he was called, careful, and he gasped a bit as he saw it covered in mud and dirt, and he gently opened his hands to accept it back.

"Yes! Thank you for finding it! It needs to be cleaned up a little and put back into the sunlight. I... I should have been watching it more carefully. The sunlight was just so nice, I couldn't help but fall asleep."

Smiling in relief, his colorless eyes regarded Hans warmly.

"Really, thank you. This is the first thing mom's given me permission to look over. It means a lot that you found it safe from harm."

There was a moment's hesitation before Hans ultimately relented to give back. He would have wanted it for himself but, if this kid knew how to care for it better and he was actually impressing him, well...who was the Prince to say no to his subject?

"It's not a problem really," He flushed, a hand rose, rubbing his neck sheepishly. Something warm buzzed in his chest at how the kid regarded him and smiled. Sitron snorted in what was an equivalent of an eye-roll. The boy ignored the disapproving sound from his horse and continued.

"That's nice of her to do that, what kind of egg is it?"

"It's a secret! But I'll tell you anyway."

For now, he took a moment to use a little bit of water to very gently and carefully clean the egg's exterior, and then set it right back in the grass, a bit further away from the pond, and a little bit more hidden. There.

Straightening up, he smiled warmly.

"It's a dragon's egg! They're really delicate as babies, mom said. She said that their bodies, to develop need more body heat than even mine makes, which is surprising! Mom says I always feel like I'm feverish to other kids.

"So I get night duty to rest with it by the fire, too. If it's alive after hatching, she'll help me raise it to be a good boy or girl dragon. And help people!"

He smiled brightly. "And even if I can't keep it forever, there's a place we can give the dragon to where it can be with its own kind. It's amazing."

He grinned outright, and he offered his pinkie. "But! It's a secret! So please promise that you won't tell anyone? Pinkie promise?"

Hans' eyes widened for a millisecond before his face scrunched up bemusedly, particularly when the kid reached out for a pinkie swear. It sounded too good to be true really, he heard these things in fairytales he read, but in real life?

"Feverish?" Hans blinked. "Shouldn't you go to a doctor or something about that?"

Hans could not but smile himself, though it was less certain than Glenn's.

"Uh-of course!" He reached out. "I won't tell anyone!"

[Could do a lot of things, from either more horror-based things with the character(s) being hunted, to more regular stuff where they just figure out what the hell to do with a dragon egg. Feel free to field just about any idea with me.]

Edited 2019-02-27 04:07 (UTC)

[Would either keep it secret and raise the dragon herself or see it safely to a reserve.]

[Scenario: Petra is the dragon in the egg. But this isn't AU for her; she's been transformed by a curse.

Info: Petra is a deposed interstellar despot, sort of a villain-protagonist type. At full strength, she is ridiculously OP by most standards. At this point, though, her main power source has been stolen, and the exile plus the curse have dramatically weakened her, so she's nearly helpless (and trapped in a dragon egg). She is a telepath, but not strong enough here to read anything more than surface thoughts.]

It was too early. The Confluence had come too early, and Petra had not been prepared.

She had gone ahead with it anyway. She had no choice. If she missed it, the next chance would not have come for a hundred years. She didn't have that kind of time. It was always dangerous, of course, performing the procedure without the proper equipment. Even if everything went smoothly, the drain on her energy was severe. And it had not gone smoothly, this time.

Granted, it wasn't enough to kill her. Very little was. But it had left her drained and reeling, and vulnerable. The curse had activated then, warping her body into something small, inert, utterly helpless.

An egg. Glossy, scaled, and pitch-black, no bigger than a couple of fists.

A curious passerby found the egg. Perhaps they kept it, or perhaps they sold it; in any event, it's yours now. You've had it for several days, with no sign of life except, perhaps, for an odd warmth. But now, the mind within the egg begins to stir.

She finds herself dark and cold. Her body has become something small and tightly curled. She barely has the strength to move, much less the space to. Her good eye will not open, and her ears pick up only distant, muffled traces of sound. But her mind is awake, and not so easily contained. She spreads it outside the confines of the shell, feeling for any details of her surroundings. And nearby, she finds another mind - not a mind like hers, very few are, but a mind nonetheless. She reaches out to it with a message - quiet, but clearly elocuted.

<You. Who are you?>

You've Found a Dragon Egg

Young!Hans | Frozen

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Oh dang

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Rose Red | Ghost Quartet | OTA

Fem!Charlie Weasley | Harry Potter | f/m

Petra | OC | ota, any format's fine