This is a montage memory of med student Kit slowly attempting to … befriend? t...rain…? you, the roughly fox-sized dragon who lives in his apple tree! It's a snapshot of scenes that take place over the course of several months.
You can't speak and you can't understand a word he's saying.
✷ You watch each other from a distance in his large country garden! Just kinda co-existing. At first, when he catches you going after his fruit and veggie patches — or his bee-hives — he dives in to try to stop you; you grab what you can and flee up the tree.
✷ He starts putting food down for you. You're Unsure at first, wondering if he's going to chase you if you go for it, but when you snuffle your way over he makes happy noises and leaves you be. He offers lots of different kinds of foods — from pet kibble and wet food (not your favourite) to vegetables and different raw and cooked meats. He takes notes! (You don't know what taking notes is.)
✷ He starts saying "Miya" when he sees you. You learn that "Miya" means you.
✷ There's a torrential thunderstorm, and he comes to coax you down from your tree with a big ol' slab of steak. You're wary, all of your feathers puffed up and the spikes in your tail flared out in warning, but the steak is tempting and his house looks temptingly warm and dry. You slink down, snatching the steak when he tentatively stretches it out to you, and bolt inside. Cue an hour of mad zoomies and Thorough Investigation. You eventually settle on top of a large bookcase in the living room.
✷ The top bookcase becomes your sleeping spot, and it now has a comfy bed and blanket on it just for you. You like to sit up there in the evenings, watching him flick through big books (encyclopedias) and scribble notes.
✷ Following him while he does chores around the house! You're curious (read: extremely fuckin nosy) but always stay out of reach. At some point he takes a break, crouches on the floor, and reaches out a hand towards you … you sidle closer and nuzzle up against his fingers.
✷ He always lets you come to him when you want to be pet.
✷ You learn that there is food in the fridge, and try to break in! It wobbles — suddenly there's a shout and a pair of arms wrap around your middle, yanking you back. You freak the fuck out, biting and scratching and thrashing; the arms release and you bolt to hide out on top of the bookcase. You keep an eye on him as he tends the bleeding wounds, while frantically preening your feathers back into place. It takes you a while to calm down. He leaves you alone.
✷ You want to go outside. He does not want you to go outside. Luckily for you, he isn't fast enough to stop you darting out around his legs whenever he opens the door for a split second. Sometimes you're gone for hours, hunting and foraging; sometimes you content yourself with a frolic around the garden. You're always back by bedtime at the latest.
✷ He buys a big children's paddling pool and fills it with sand. You have the time of your life digging and rolling in it.
✷ A ridiculous and prolonged benny hill chase scene in which Kit tries valiantly to put a modified dog harness and leash on you. It ends with Kit on the floor, a panting, exhausted heap, and both harness and leash shredded into satisfactorily tiny pieces. You trot over, sit on his back, and purr.
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You can't speak and you can't understand a word he's saying.
✷ You watch each other from a distance in his large country garden! Just kinda co-existing. At first, when he catches you going after his fruit and veggie patches — or his bee-hives — he dives in to try to stop you; you grab what you can and flee up the tree.
✷ He starts putting food down for you. You're Unsure at first, wondering if he's going to chase you if you go for it, but when you snuffle your way over he makes happy noises and leaves you be. He offers lots of different kinds of foods — from pet kibble and wet food (not your favourite) to vegetables and different raw and cooked meats. He takes notes! (You don't know what taking notes is.)
✷ He starts saying "Miya" when he sees you. You learn that "Miya" means you.
✷ There's a torrential thunderstorm, and he comes to coax you down from your tree with a big ol' slab of steak. You're wary, all of your feathers puffed up and the spikes in your tail flared out in warning, but the steak is tempting and his house looks temptingly warm and dry. You slink down, snatching the steak when he tentatively stretches it out to you, and bolt inside. Cue an hour of mad zoomies and Thorough Investigation. You eventually settle on top of a large bookcase in the living room.
✷ The top bookcase becomes your sleeping spot, and it now has a comfy bed and blanket on it just for you. You like to sit up there in the evenings, watching him flick through big books (encyclopedias) and scribble notes.
✷ Following him while he does chores around the house! You're curious (read: extremely fuckin nosy) but always stay out of reach. At some point he takes a break, crouches on the floor, and reaches out a hand towards you … you sidle closer and nuzzle up against his fingers.
✷ He always lets you come to him when you want to be pet.
✷ You learn that there is food in the fridge, and try to break in! It wobbles — suddenly there's a shout and a pair of arms wrap around your middle, yanking you back. You freak the fuck out, biting and scratching and thrashing; the arms release and you bolt to hide out on top of the bookcase. You keep an eye on him as he tends the bleeding wounds, while frantically preening your feathers back into place. It takes you a while to calm down. He leaves you alone.
✷ You want to go outside. He does not want you to go outside. Luckily for you, he isn't fast enough to stop you darting out around his legs whenever he opens the door for a split second. Sometimes you're gone for hours, hunting and foraging; sometimes you content yourself with a frolic around the garden. You're always back by bedtime at the latest.
✷ He buys a big children's paddling pool and fills it with sand. You have the time of your life digging and rolling in it.
✷ A ridiculous and prolonged benny hill chase scene in which Kit tries valiantly to put a modified dog harness and leash on you. It ends with Kit on the floor, a panting, exhausted heap, and both harness and leash shredded into satisfactorily tiny pieces. You trot over, sit on his back, and purr.