*the dragonets doesn't care and runs up a tree to where it knows Emily can't get her*
(also some people are claiming I stole the art for this OC. The image is deep in my files from last year for my old account Khajiit_dragonborn just letting you know)
They're all uniquely bred. The white ones are for the middle ranks, the greys for the lower classes, and the blues and silvers for the royal and higher classes.
hm, that's fitting, since the corrolated colors match the colors those classes use, for mot kingdoms anyway, for mine, green and red are the higher class colors, as it's simply tradition, that's why my hair is the color it is
Aiden: *grabs the dragonet* LISTEN BITCH, YOU BETTER BE ABLE TO FUNCTION LIKE A TAMED WELL DRAGON OR YOUR GONNA BE MAIN COURSE AT THE WORLDS MOST FANCIEST RESTAURANT EVER!
Emily: They don't normally automatically-
*Kenton spits a small ball of Frost at the target. it doesn't go all the way and hit it, though. instead it falls at Aidens feet*
POV: YOU'RE JUST A NORMAL ROYAL HEIR IN A WORLD WITH KINGDOMS THAT CONTROL, WORSHIP, AND/OR TAME EACH KIND OF DRAGON. YOUR OUT TRAVELLING WITH YOUR FATHER- THE KING OF YOUR KINGDOM- TO THE COUNTRY OF NARU. YOU SEE A GIRL-THE YOUNGEST PRINCESS- STRUGGLING TO KEEP HER DRAGON UNDER CONTROL. NARUNIANS ARE THE ONES THAT TAME THE ARKTIS BREED. WDYD?