There's a pause as Esteban quirks an eyebrow up, curious as to what Seto is implying. His smile still remains, ever-present at the corners of his mouth, but he needs a bit more time before he catches onto what his friend might mean, the thought never having occurred to him. Snapper gets another nuzzle as he ponders on his friend's statement.
Were the first dragons babies? Melchor had never indicated it. Esteban had always assumed that they, like the other races, had been created fully-formed. It makes him wonder, for a moment, before he shakes his head.
"Nah, First generations 're created, more th'n born." That was true for all the races in Esteban's world at least. "An' Dragons 're born wing-less. First stage is hatchling, an' there's only lil' stumps on the back. Completely defenseless-- never ever 'pproach a hatchling. The parents wouldn't be far, an' they are not." His grim-faced warning gives away to his smile again, as Esteban shrugs.
"But y' sh'ldn't worry 'bout that." And anyways, he was getting distracted on a tangent that had nothing to do with Seto's worried statement.
"Dragons, Elves, Gnomes, Humans, Dwarves; all the first-generations of every race were born fully-formed. Didn't have parents, see? It'd've been a mess otherwise." He shrugs an easy shoulder. "Most of the first generations're dead by now though. It's been a few thousand years." And, no matter how slow the clock turned onto immortal races... changes came. Whether they wanted them, or not.
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Were the first dragons babies? Melchor had never indicated it. Esteban had always assumed that they, like the other races, had been created fully-formed. It makes him wonder, for a moment, before he shakes his head.
"Nah, First generations 're created, more th'n born." That was true for all the races in Esteban's world at least. "An' Dragons 're born wing-less. First stage is hatchling, an' there's only lil' stumps on the back. Completely defenseless-- never ever 'pproach a hatchling. The parents wouldn't be far, an' they are not." His grim-faced warning gives away to his smile again, as Esteban shrugs.
"But y' sh'ldn't worry 'bout that." And anyways, he was getting distracted on a tangent that had nothing to do with Seto's worried statement.
"Dragons, Elves, Gnomes, Humans, Dwarves; all the first-generations of every race were born fully-formed. Didn't have parents, see? It'd've been a mess otherwise." He shrugs an easy shoulder. "Most of the first generations're dead by now though. It's been a few thousand years." And, no matter how slow the clock turned onto immortal races... changes came. Whether they wanted them, or not.