Post by Mulan on Sept 7, 2019 20:40:40 GMT
Well... Mulan couldn't rightly say she was surprised by what she got in the way of response - or, perhaps, lack thereof - to her initial question. The conversation, it seemed, was already well underway: she got an animal noise, unintelligible to her, from the dragon; a silent acknowledgement from the girl; and only the little heart-marked doggie actually replied directly to what she'd asked.
But then, Mulan also supposed, she was the one who was the intruder into this gathering. There was no need for them all to drop everything just to respond to her, least of all when she'd just been initiating fairly small talk.
She did, at least, understand the dragon's gesture as he waved them closer. Mulan's eyebrows climbed slightly as she glanced at the other girl in response - Violet, had she heard? The name was pretty, and got an appreciative smile from Mulan - but saw no reason not to oblige him. Taking the steps forward, she rested one hand lightly on her hip, while she continued to observe all going on around her.
Violet was hazarding a guess at the dragon's name; the puppy girl seemed to be a languages expert if she'd mastered human speech already and was eager to learn the dragon's language; an excited brunette had burst onto the scene in a flurry of yellow skirts; and the little blue animal was insisting that he was a dog.
All in all, quite a menagerie.
Her attention, however, kept darting back to Toothless in particular. A more different dragon from Mushu, it would have been difficult to imagine... different from her country's depiction of dragons in general, if she was fair. Would her guardian have liked this scaly friend, if he'd been here, or would he have felt upstaged and jealous? Mulan liked to think that she knew Mushu well; but even so, he still surprised her more often than she cared to admit.
"You know, in China, dragons are an important part of our culture." She wasn't addressing any one of them specifically; while she was at least partially aiming the words towards Toothless and Violet in particular, they were more for simply whoever felt like paying any attention her way.
"But I've never heard of one like you before."
Dragons were often family guardians, like Mushu was, or else associated with the Emperor; but just as often, they were associated with rivers and bodies of water, and Mulan found herself wondering if that was what Toothless was. He was almost sitting in the fountain, after all... a spirit of the lake or river from which this fountain drew its water, maybe?
Even then, he looked so different from the serpentine, wingless dragons that she so often saw in sculpted form back home. There was no mistaking that a dragon was exactly what he was, but of such a kind...
Perhaps dragons were simply different in other parts of the world, Mulan could only assume.
"Are you the guardian of this fountain?" she enquired carefully. It seemed likely, to her... and yet, something told her that maybe that wasn't quite the case, after all. Maybe the dragons of other continents were different from their Chinese cousins in more than just looks.
But then, Mulan also supposed, she was the one who was the intruder into this gathering. There was no need for them all to drop everything just to respond to her, least of all when she'd just been initiating fairly small talk.
She did, at least, understand the dragon's gesture as he waved them closer. Mulan's eyebrows climbed slightly as she glanced at the other girl in response - Violet, had she heard? The name was pretty, and got an appreciative smile from Mulan - but saw no reason not to oblige him. Taking the steps forward, she rested one hand lightly on her hip, while she continued to observe all going on around her.
Violet was hazarding a guess at the dragon's name; the puppy girl seemed to be a languages expert if she'd mastered human speech already and was eager to learn the dragon's language; an excited brunette had burst onto the scene in a flurry of yellow skirts; and the little blue animal was insisting that he was a dog.
All in all, quite a menagerie.
Her attention, however, kept darting back to Toothless in particular. A more different dragon from Mushu, it would have been difficult to imagine... different from her country's depiction of dragons in general, if she was fair. Would her guardian have liked this scaly friend, if he'd been here, or would he have felt upstaged and jealous? Mulan liked to think that she knew Mushu well; but even so, he still surprised her more often than she cared to admit.
"You know, in China, dragons are an important part of our culture." She wasn't addressing any one of them specifically; while she was at least partially aiming the words towards Toothless and Violet in particular, they were more for simply whoever felt like paying any attention her way.
"But I've never heard of one like you before."
Dragons were often family guardians, like Mushu was, or else associated with the Emperor; but just as often, they were associated with rivers and bodies of water, and Mulan found herself wondering if that was what Toothless was. He was almost sitting in the fountain, after all... a spirit of the lake or river from which this fountain drew its water, maybe?
Even then, he looked so different from the serpentine, wingless dragons that she so often saw in sculpted form back home. There was no mistaking that a dragon was exactly what he was, but of such a kind...
Perhaps dragons were simply different in other parts of the world, Mulan could only assume.
"Are you the guardian of this fountain?" she enquired carefully. It seemed likely, to her... and yet, something told her that maybe that wasn't quite the case, after all. Maybe the dragons of other continents were different from their Chinese cousins in more than just looks.