“What. Is. That?” She was used to his pranks, but this was a new level. The little imp shifted from foot to foot, mumbling out incoherent words. Enough stuck out to tell the librarian they were in hot water.
“Found it. Shiny. Good gift. Dragon. Free.” The librarian stared at the huge egg on her desk. A dragon egg. If her truly limited knowledge of dragons was correct, this was a winter wyrm. Nine feet long, they were not monstrous, and covered in soft white fur they could even be said to be cute. They breathed icy winds rather than fire, were relatively easy to tame, and came with a several thousand dollar fine if caught with it.
She was debating what to do when a faint line appeared across the length of the egg and the little imp hopped on the desk in excitement. As the egg shattered under pressure, iridescent wings came forth. It was free in moments, staggering around as if in a daze.
Pure white with shimmering fur, deep blue eyes and a small set of spikes along its spine combined into a very cute and confused beast. It swiveled its head to settle its sight on the Librarian.
“No.” The wyrm took as much notice of her commands as the imp usually did. It slunk nervously towards her, the air around her growing colder the closer it got. She nearly recoiled when it rubbed its head on her leg. Then she made the mistake of looking down into its eyes. The poor thing was scared.
One day it would get big and freeze things but right now it was the size of a dog and clinging to her for security. The librarian picked up the shuddering beast, freezing as it settled itself across her chest. She sighed and with the imp skipping after her she headed to the never used wing for Arcane Relics. Maybe if she made it a bed in the back no one would notice.
C.M. Wellsmore 