[10/1 Clumsy] Why Is the Earth So Wobbly?
Personality: Shy, nervous, skittish. She’s the kind of dragon who hid behind her mother’s skirts when she was small enough. She’s very clumsy and is always tripping over EVERYTHING. Sometimes she’ll simply trip over air (don’t ask why, she doesn’t even know). She’s always crashing into everything (I.e. desk corners, bookshelves, walls, other dragons, a leaf). Every morning, when she wakes up, she discovers new bruises on her arms, legs, tail, body in general. She loves to read and can often be found in a library, hidden behind a huge pile of books stacked up halfway to the ceiling. She has a slight stutter when she speaks, as well. And she’s always saying things she shouldn’t, but not realizing why she upsets dragons.
Appearance: A really pale yellow, with a silver shine to it. Like the sand on a beach in the moonlight. She has the neck spines of an IceWing and a barbed tail like a SandWing. She is small and thin. She’s almost always carrying books! She has large, round framed glasses with huge lenses. And when she smiles, she’s got two buck teeth. Her eyes are a beautiful hazel.
Powers: Barbed tail, can breath Frostbreath, can withstand bright lights (due to the sun being reflected off of ice and sand all the time), and tolerates cold better than heat.
I walked into the library, glancing at everything and calculating things I could trip over. A carpet. I should stay away from that; wouldn’t want to take someone’s eyes out with my flailing wings. A lamp. Uh-oh, there’s a fire waiting to happen. A chair. Yikes, why would someone put that there? Don’t they know dangerous it is? I could trip and knock it over and impale myself on its legs! Yeah, better stay away from that. Suddenly I froze. My eyes widened. “The devil...” I whispered. There, in the center of the room... was a desk. The most evil thing ever created. It was large, which meant you had to walk forever to go around it. It had corners, which meant it used its magnetic force to draw you into those sharp points, thus giving you new bruises. And the worst part? Dragons sat behind it. More specifically, the librarian sat behind it. That meant that, when the corners used their magnetic force and you crashed into the corner, you would yelp in pain, draw the attention to the librarian, get “shhhshed”, become embarrassed, step back in shame, and trip over the carpet behind you, thus falling backwards, flailing your wings around, taking out somebody’s eye, hitting a nearby lamp with your tail, knocking a chair over while you’re at it, and landing on the upended chair’s legs. Then a fire would start and it would burn all of the books, but you wouldn’t have to worry about the fire because you landed on the chair and therefore can’t move. Ever.
I gulped. The world was a dangerous place....
The librarian looked up and smiled. “Ah, Good morning, Kowari. What can I help you find today?”
“N-nothing, m-m-ma’am. I can find the books myself.”
“If you’re sure.” The librarian looked back at... whatever she was looking at.
Now, in order to understand why I said what I said next, you must understand that the librarian was a rather husky dragon. Short, stout, and heavy set. So, it was really no wonder why I said what I said... was it? “B-besides m-ma’am, a d-dr-dragon of y-your st-stature s-sh-shouldn’t h-have to w-walk a-around too m-m-much. Y-you’re very l-likely to b-br-break your a-ankles if y-you a-are f-f-forced to st-stand on th-them for t-too l-long.” I blinked and pushed my large, round glasses further up my snout,
The librarian looked at me in horror. Her mouth opened and closed several times. Finally, she spoke. “I beg your pardon, Kowari. How dare you say something like that to a dragon! Do you know just how rude and offensive something like that is? Do you?!”
I could tell she was getting angry. Her voice had raised. “M-m-ma’am, p-please k-keep yo-your voice d-down. W-we’re in a-a l-library.”
The librarian gaped at me. Then she closed her eyes and very, very calmly said, “Kowari, I would like for you to leave the library at once and not come back until tomorrow.”
I nodded. “Y-yes m-ma’am.” Turning around, I walked back the way I’d come. I almost made it out of the library without harm, but as I got to the doors, I didn’t push them open at the right time and smacked right into it, smooshing my snout. I whimpered and stepped back, rubbing my snout with one talon and pushing the door open with the other.