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This is the first time he's ever seen such a thing so close to him, but Gwaine knows what it is. Without question, he knows what it is. He's heard about dragon eggs, but the last he heard, Uther had all the dragon-lords so terrified that they were holing up whatever was left and tucking them away. While Gwaine isn't exactly Uther's best mate, the King hadn't exactly been wrong to fear the creatures. He hates dealing with wyverns -- which are bad enough -- and they're just the littler kin of the dragon.

So here he is with a dragon's egg. He's taken the small object to the beach, sets it on a stone, and lifts his sword from its sheath. This is not something that should be let to pass. If he lets it hatch, who knows what havoc it might wreck upon the island? Yes, he knows the tales -- it takes ages before a dragon grows to an enviable size -- but he doesn't want to take chances.

"I'm sorry, little thing," he says, lifting his sword high up in the air. "But this is for the best."

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"Aw, do you have to..." Trixa heard the little squeak and she felt for the guy. she moved over to it, reaching a hand out to stroke it's back a little. It was kinda adorable in it's lizard self. She might have turned into it's older sister for a little while.

Gwaine shoots her a look that tells her not to mess with him when he's still so dubious about what he's feeling in this case. "I'll get him penned in near the Boarding House. Maybe there's some lore I can look into." What he wouldn't give for Gaius' books right now.

"You could take him to the vet - to Helen, she runs the animal clinic and she's used to this sort of thing." She went back to stroking the little beast and trying to soothe it. Here it expected to have a mother and maybe even little dragon siblings and instead it gets Gwaine. Poor thing.

"She's used to dragons?" Gwaine echoes in disbelief. It's not that it's the strangest thing in the world, but he'd thought them rare. He sighs and rubs a hand through his hair, scratching the back of his head. "I suppose it's better than letting him sit all alone in the boarding house all day."

Trixa rolled her eyes a little. "I don't know about dragons, specifically, although since there's already one on the island she's probably seen it. But she told me she used to study and help the not-normal side of the animal kingdom."

She wanted to add something about it sure as hell was better than locking the poor thing up, but since she was already pressing her luck she decided to talk to the little dragon instead. "I'm sure Helen will love you, you cute little thing, even if your daddy over there doesn't."

"I'm not his--" He lets out a frustrated sigh and scowls. "At least don't call me its father. I'm more of a helpful friend." He crouches down in front of the dragon and taps his snout with two fingers. "Hello there, little one," he says. "What am I going to call you?"

"Nope, you're the daddy, Gwaine, this little guy's, gal's, life is in your hands." She winces a little as he taps the dragon, it can't have enjoyed that, could it? Dogs didn't, hell, no animal she'd met or been ever had.

"And since you're offering to give it a name, you're definitely the daddy."

"You know, I've had nightmares that went like this," he says off-the-cuff, staring at it and sighing heavily, reaching down to give the muzzle a light tug with his fingers. "C'mon, then, little guy. I suppose you can live for today."

"I don't think it's leash-trained. You might have to carry it. It is only..." Trixa checked her imaginary watch, and did the mental math. "...about five minutes old. Be a little mean to make it walk all that way."

Leaning down she gave the little thing another scratch along the crest of it's head. "You don't want to be mean to it, do you? It might hold a grudge."

Gwaine rolls his eyes, but he crouches over to pick up the creature, keeping it in his arms and feeling like a complete idiot -- which is not the first time, but he'd thought his days of idiocy would at least be reserved for when he's drank too much. "If he burns me to a crisp at night, I'll haunt you, just to say I told you so."

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