maqyaža couldn’t take their eyes off the small being. they hesitated to call it a dragon, even though it bore the appearance of one (albeit much smaller). though sensitive to magic, they were so engrossed in trying to ascertain the nature of this entity that they did not even register pasheeva’s usage of her ability.
“a familiar,” they repeated back, blinking as they watched opal disappear and reappear on pasheeva’s command. “but you are a not a dragon, and neither is this opal. what manner of beast is an opal?” their curiosity got the better of them. humans were such odd creatures. the way that their magic manifested often intrigued maqyaža … from a distance.
“if you are a yend, where is your clan?” suspicion began to rise in their gaze, wondering if she had been cast out of her home for some reason.
her arms dropped back to her side, “ well technically speaking, an opal is a gemstone, formed from silica. but it is multicolored, usually. shades of red, yellow, green pretty much any color. she looks like one. ” she gestured to the multicolored scales along the familiar’s body, pastel shades of red, yellow, green, and blue.
“ i named her after the stone. but she is a pseudodragon. not an actual dragon, of course, but draconic in nature. she’s more like a cat than anything else. ” the dragon on her shoulder made a series of vocalizations, curious sounds, though not true language. opal continued to look at the other with a look of curiosity.
the warlock’s brows furrowed, for a brief moment. “ i left them. not because they wanted me gone, in fact, they’d have preferred i stay. but the people that raised me are not my parents, my blood. i never knew them. ” it was sad, actually. she had all the love in the world, abandoning it all to find a father that may not have actually wanted her to begin with. “ and aside from that, i feel compelled to help those who need it. sitting at home with the people that raised me was not going to help me accomplish that. ”
