Of Dragon Injuries and Meetings
Her travels land her in Romania. She finds that out of all the places she has been to and seen, Romania is most definitely her favorite one. She can practically taste the magic in the mountain air and their architecture is breathtaking. Although she only spent two days gathering supplies in the city, she still took a few moments to appreciate the beauty.
An extremely loud and deep rumbling sound had her twisting around to look at the mountain. The woman knows that by now she should just stay away from anything that spells trouble, but she can’t stop herself from going to investigate. She comes upon a clearing with a pond, but what causes her to stop and hide behind one of the trees is the fact that right before her eyes is a HUGE DRAGON.
She is well aware that her jaw has dropped and she absentmindedly thinks about what a certain blue-eyed vampire’s reaction would have been. She allows her eyes to take in the landscape as her magic slowly unfurls from her and curls around the area to check for any threats. For some reason neither she nor her magic sees the dragon as a threat (even though it’s insane that she doesn’t see it as a threat, she chooses to ignore it for now).
She quickly takes notice of a group of people slowly sneaking up on the dragon as it lets out a low growl. The woman’s eyes snap from the people to the dragon and takes notice of the injuries that it has. She looks back at the group of people and sees strikingly long red hair attached to a burly body. She carefully allows her magic to feel out the group and finds that their intention is to help the dragon.
The woman nearly snorts as she goes back to studying the dragon... there is no way in hell that dragon is letting those people near it. Her assessment is proven correct when it lets out a plume of flames towards the group of males when they go a little to close. There is a short exclamation from one of the men and she watches as one of them lifts - what is that? A... twig? Her head tilts as she looks at it and watches as a light comes out of it shielding the group from the fire. Her eyebrows raise as she realizes it’s a wand.
Biting her lips as she studies the situation, her eyes darting between the dragon and the group of males desperately trying to help the poor thing. She shifts her weight from side to side, she can’t decide what she wants to do. She desperately wants to help the dragon, but she’s more worried about how the men would react to her (which again, ridiculous that she’s more wary of the men than the dragon).
The woman has gotten to the point where she can practically feel the dragon’s pain and panic as she watches it. She allows her eyes to run over the dragon's body again and realizes with a jolt, that it’s stomach is distended. Her eyes shoot to the group then to the dragon's eyes and what she sees, causes her to throw caution to the wind.
Before she can talk herself out of it, her legs already have her sprinting into the clearing straight for the dragon. The group of men immediately take notice of her, yelling out for her to stop. All she does is say a quiet “Motus” as she flicks her hand their way. Causing all of them to go flying backwards, their commotion causes the dragon to look towards her.
The low growl that comes from it sent vibrations through the ground that were so strong, she stumbled a bit. Before it can gather the energy to spit fire at her, the woman reaches out to the dragon with her magic. Allowing for it to make of her what it will, causing both of them to completely stop moving. She can feel the men watching on baited breath while also trying to slowly make their way to their feet.
She holds up a hand in their direction, wordlessly telling them to stop moving; as she does she takes notice of the dragon's wild magick. She can’t help but be in awe of the majestic creature in front of her as she carefully moves closer. “I promise I won’t harm you, I just want to heal you” She whispered as the dragon let out a low rumble and lowered its head for her to run her hand along the scales.
The woman slowly closes her eyes as she puts her forehead against the dragon's snout. Meanwhile the group of males are gaping, the red haired one can’t stop himself from inching forward. He wanted to get closer, he wanted to talk to the nymph-like woman that was able to throw all of them with a flick of her hand, he also wanted to get closer to young Norberta.
Charlie Weasley could tell that Norberta was injured and in pain, which also meant that her survival instincts are ruling her. So if the little nymph of a woman made any sudden movements she could get torched. When Charlie got within four feet of them, they both jerk their heads to look at him. It causes Charlie to freeze and put his hands up, he opens his mouth to say something- anything. He finds that he has lost his ability to speak, his entire body goes tense when they narrow their eyes in tandem.
Charlie takes a stumbling step back when the nymph takes a step forward. Her voice washes over him and it feels as though he is drowning. Charlie Weasley finds himself jerking out of it when his brain processes the word he heard her say and sees Norberta gathering herself to spit fire. “Incendia” That word causes him to yell out and turn to face the men that came here with him - his brothers in everything but blood - and finds them completely untouched by flames.
He barely takes notice of pained screams coming from behind them through the rushing of blood in his ears and from what he can make out through the flames... they were death eaters that had escaped the Aurors after Voldemort fell. When he finally pulls his eyes to the flames to see where the small yet powerful woman was; the woman is moving around Norberta, calmly healing her injuries. Charlie exchanges looks with the others as they all continue to watch this strange woman interact with Norberta.
Charlie’s eyes widen as he watches her carefully rub her hands along Norberta’s stomach; causing the Norwegian ridgeback to make a purring sound. His eyes narrow a bit as she moves to Norberta’s head and he makes out her quiet voice. “It’s okay mama, your baby is just fine.” Charlie’s eyes widen and he can’t stop his outburst, “Mama? Norberta can’t be pregnant, we’ve kept her away from males during her heat! How do you know for sure whether or not she is?”
He watches as the woman turns to face him and gives him an unimpressed look which strangely makes him feel chastised and smaller than her. She continues to slowly stroke Norberta neck and head as she talks.
“Last time I checked, sperm can stay alive in the womb of females for at least a week. She didn’t have to be in heat during whatever intercourse she would have had with another dragon. It would have fertilized her baby or babies none the less. Also... Norberta? Really?” Charlie blinks a couple of times at her as the other handlers chuckle as they come up beside Charlie.
One of them drops a hand on his shoulder, “She’s got you there mate!” Charlie lets out a huff of annoyance. “Care to tell us your name nymph? Her name is a long story involving a well meaning half giant, my youngest brother, and his two friends.”
His response causes her to pause in her stroking and raise a brow, “Nymph? I’m not even going to acknowledge that last part, sounds like a headache.” he hears a small huff come from her as she shakes her head and goes back to stroking Norberta.
“My name really isn’t any of your concern, I just saved your lives and helped your dragon. I owe you nothing, I stopped owing people a long time ago... not that I ever actually owe anyone anything in the first place.” They all hear the slight scoff after her last words. Charlie could have sworn he heard her mutter “Hindsight's a bitch.” causing him to let out a cough.
“Look, how about you come back to the reserve with us and help us get Norberta back to safety and we can talk this out? What do you say, dragă?” He watches as the woman turns to study all of them and watches as the breath she pushes out moves a piece of her hair out of her face.
Finally, she nods her acceptance and steps away from Norberta. Charlie walks forward and holds out a hand to her. “I’m Charlie Weasley, care to tell me your name nymph? Or would you prefer dragă?”
She briefly glares at him and grudgingly takes his warm callused hands which leads to a deliciously muscled and tattoo--- no! The woman quickly shakes herself and responds. “Bonnie Bennett, nice to meet you Charles.”