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(fffff yeah I was at a friend's house. OH WELL HERE'S THAT BACKSTORY YOU WANTED. I hope it doesn't get too rambly, I tried to avoid that.)
THE NIGHT BEFORE:
"Well, my life isn't a particularly interesting one, though my ancestry is, and my upbringing was a little unusual. I had been raised by an old man named Roran, who lived in the mountains. Apparently, my egg had been dormant for nearly 150 years since it never reached peak conditions for it to hatch. It had been passed down through his family for generations. It wasn't until he had bought an old, damp chest and stored my egg in it that I finally hatched. He had always told me that when I was still an egg 150 years ago, my parents had died assisting the kingdom in a great battle, which I presume is the very same one Squigzog had been in himself."
"Hey, wait, I think I remember who you're talking about!" said Squigzog. "There were quite a few dragons, since their homes were threatened by the attack as well. I think I remember being told that two of them were mates, although none of the dragons were particularly talkative with the humans, or any other species for that matter."
"Well, yes, that's the unusual aspect I'm talking about. Most other dragons are solitary, never interacting with creatures not of their own kind, and rarely among each other. Having been raised by Roran, I grew up social and, I suppose, less ignorant than the other dragons, although my solitary instincts inside me still pull me alone much of the time."
"What happened to him?" asked Deiotheus.
"He actually died of old age while I was only 17 years old. That battle was a very long time ago. But by then, I was self-dependent, and could take care of myself."
Deiotheus looked confused. "Wait, what do you mean by only 17?"
"Well yes, don't you know? Dragons live to be up to 200 years old. My age would be a bit of a conundrum by human standards, I suppose. I'm 50 years old, which would put me at about..." Peter did some math in his head. "18 years of your age. And despite this, not wanting to brag or anything, I have the wisdom of almost twice your lifespan. Thanks to Roran's upbringing though, I grew up with a human-like social capacity, and I guess my attitude would be the same as my 'dragon-years' age"
"...You're right, that is confusing," stated Squigzog plainly.
Peter couldn't think of anything to say back. His story ended, his thoughts drifted back to the cave, and whatever horrors he could imagine contained within...
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