Carja wasn't really sure where to go from here, since Blight had dropped her off and immediately left, saying an explanation she really didn't understand. She heard a name, though. Svartis. Hehe, Fartis...

Giggling to herself quietly, she made her way forward, trotting along the ground before hopping upwards and taking flight, her small wings having to flap a lot more than a larger creature may have to just to stay aloft since she didn't have a warm updraft to rely on. She got high enough to glide for a bit, glancing around the area, wondering where this Fart- Svartis was.

"Sssss-faaartisss," she hissed out, laughing in glee once again as she said the funny word.

Hey, she was the equivalent of a two-year-old, give her a break.

Carja landed after a while of gliding around, with no sign of this Svartis. Oh well, she could always just take a nap and wait for Blight to return.

@Svartis

Svartis had been busying himself with using his magical mastery to... well, make his own sort of personal ice palace; he may have even gone so far as to hum a miscellaneous tune - something like let the storm rage on. Not that he had any actual words to it. Dad was asleep for a bit after the big meeting, so that meant: a.) free time and b.) he basically had the cave to himself with no obligation to attend dinnertime.

It was kind of scary, but also pretty exciting. Freeing, almost? Until -

Me? Icy eyes twisted up to the air beyond the gorge, scanning briefly and barely catching the figure flapping about. Doesn't hurt to check. Svartis breathed permafrost across the wall he'd been working on, and took to the air.

Bobbing along in the wild winds was something quite literally tinier than Blight'd been when they met. But, the figure matched up: four limbs, bat-like wings, a somewhat long snout and tail... The textbook image of a dragon, if much skinnier than Bone. Careful to not disturb whatever current she was gliding on, Svartis drew closer and called, "you called for me, kid?"

@Carja

Carja squealed in surprise as Svartis crept up on her, wings snapping shut, making her quite suddenly pitch towards the ground. It was then that she realized she still didn't know how to land. Her wings snapped out and she fluttered awkwardly, trying to keep from crashing into the ground and hurting herself. Again.

Her claws scrabbled against the ground, catching as she skidded to a stop, making her pitch forward with a squawk, tripping over herself to land on her face. Her wings fluttered weakly as she sprang back up onto her four legs, sneezing and sputtering dust out of her mouth. She shook her head out and turned, glancing up into the sky at the massive black dragon.

"... Ssssss? Ssssffthhp- Sfartis!" she blubbered, wondering if this was the being that Blight had left her to meet.

Bigger than Blight, with two huge-mongous wings and a spiky head, definitely like her, though she wondered why they lacked the extra pair of forelimbs that she had. Hm... a question to answer some other time.

@Svartis

Hm, he needed to figure out out to be... well, louder in the air. Just about anyone he approached spooked hard enough to nearly crash-land. Svartis swept his wings up, dropping out of the air with claws outspread in preemptive preparation to catch the tiny dragon; but, she managed to land - if messily.

The black dragon flapped once more and landed with far more grace just ahead of her. Shuffling and pivoting awkwardly on the spot, "Sfartis" stared wide-eyed for a moment. "Siv-art-ees," he corrected gently, fins flattening out post-flight. His head tilted just slightly, almost bird-like (or maybe dog-like?) "how do you know my name?"

@Carja

Carja licked her lips and stared up at the bigger dragon, blinking slowly.

"Bbbthh," she said, matter-of-factly, "Bllipppth!!"

She hopped around in a circle shouting out Blight's name (or in reality, spouting fart noises so realistic you couldn't be sure she wasn't). Carja stopped to stare up at Svartis and toddled up to him, before nuzzling her head against his leg and flopping over, batting up at him adorably.

"EEEEGGPPTH!!!", she shouted, absolutely delighted at finding a new friend.

A new Blight to play with!

@Svartis

Well, Svartis was sorry he asked.

It seemed that Carja was far younger than he'd expected, despite not at all smelling fresh out of a chrysalis. He wondered distantly if he'd babbled this much as a kid, and fell on surely not. The hatchling darted underneath him, brushing against the admittedly fresh scar on his leg, and Svartis twisted to stare wide-eyed at her.

Okay, she's cute.

... there could maybe be a parent around here, just waiting to find this little one. He could keep her entertained until then, right? Lightbulb.

The black dragon stayed where he was, half-standing over Carja and with a wing flared out against the rest of Monoceros. Rather than open his jaws, he focused more bluntly on spawning a bunch of snow and ice beneath him. Something to play in, right? Kids liked to play in snow?

Except... nothing came out.

Well - "what do you like to do for fun?"

@Carja

Carja burbled happily and stood up, shaking herself out as she toddled around, before sneezing softly. Bubbles spurted from her mouth and nose, floating up into the air lazily. Carja squawked in utter glee and smacked one with a paw, watching it pop before bounding off to chase the rest, showing Svartis what seemed to entertain her.

She flopped over after a while, tired but still wanting to play, and looked up at the big black dragon, burbling happily.

"Bbbb... Bliiii-ite," she gurgled, before grinning stupidly and wagging her tail.

To be fair, she would be speaking if not for the fact that all her linguistic skills had really only come from two encounters of actual speech and a shambling meat heap of a creature that was obsessed with eating. Coming from experience, fart noises were much more entertaining than complex language.

@Blight @Svartis

Blight glided in a little behind the child, a few minutes late--he'd done the crawling back through that awful ice tunnel coming down from Fornax, and Carja hadn't been restricted, like he was, by a broad wingspan. He'd had to rest, then, and she'd been excited to go ahead.

"Hi, Dad," Blight offered, as he folded his wings down and leaned on them. "This is Carja--did you introduce yourself, yet?" he asked her, tone kindly, as he peered down. He then blinked to Svartis. "I found her wandering in Orion, and took her to Fornax--she wanted to learn to fly--and then back here to meet you guys. Uhh--she's... a dragon, I think?" he added, and it had the tone of a question--was she a dragon?

She had the basic outline, but there were differences; maybe Dad knew more. "But she's just a kid--I think?--and I didn't want to leave her alone." Svartis was Dad. Svartis had raised Blight. Surely he knew more about raising Carja than Blight himself did-? Surely Svartis had the answers!

@Svartis

Bu - "Bubbles?"

Svartis humphed. Well, that was just alright - harmless fun with bubbles it was, then. The black dragon leaned forwards, catching a particularly large bubble with the end of his snout and startling as it popped. "That is pretty fun, kid -" Oh? "Do you mean... Blight?"

And, right on cue - here comes his son. Svartis grinned - with his eyes, of course - "she didn't, but she did call me Sfartis." Which, you've got to admit: it was kind of funny.

Chuckle, chuckle, move on; "that's good of you, Blight, and she does look like a dragon but, erm..." He shuffled away from Carja, observing lowly, "she kind of reminds me of the Alpha or Vargas. She's not either of their spawn, right?" Dad wouldn't be happy if they wound up with another target on their backs while he was sleeping.

@Carja

Carja licked her nose and jumped up to swat at a bubble, following to the ground where it popped. She sniffed at where it had been and lunged for another, only for it disappear in her paws like she'd performed some kind of legerdemain. She looked around and quickly chased after another bubble, her wing pads supporting her front half as she ran around with her front legs extended, trying to grab a bubble as she huffed and growled playfully.

She really only noticed Blight's arrival when she bumped into his flank, falling into her side in a tangled mess of limbs. The dragonet looked up at Blight and squawked in glee, her tail thrashing as she danced up to his head.

"Bbthhpp!! Bbbbbligh- bbuh-", she sputtered, clearly trying to sound out his name before just giving up and butting her head against his arm affectionately like an excitable kitten.

@Blight