The mystery of a name

“What’s the dragon’s name?” Ling asked Kun one day. Kun chuckled, but before he could say anything Jin spoke up.

“Idiot. You don’t name a dragon.”

Ling pat the dragon on the head. No one told him to stop and the dragon appeared to like it, so he kept going. “Why not?”

“Because.”

As usual, Jin was very helpful. Kun looked up from the dragon’s scales as he cleaned them. “There is much power within a name. A type of magic that dragons are more close to than the rest of us.”

Ling frowned. “Don’t dragons get names?”

“Of course they do,” Jin said. “So why give them another one?”

Something about that didn’t seem right to Ling, who thought names were important. “Can you tell us your name?” he asked the dragon.

“Idiot!” Ling winced, almost as though Jin’s words actually slapped him. “You don’t ask a dragon for their name.”

Ling looked over at Kun, who smiled at him. “I don’t doubt that one day the dragon will tell you, Ling.”

Something about that didn’t make sense to Ling, who thought the dragon should tell him now. Or at least Kun.

Then Shui showed up. “Hey guys, I-”

The dragon closed the barn door. Kun stifled a laugh. Even Jin smirked.

“What the hell, man!” Shui shouted from outside.

If there was one person the dragon wouldn’t tell, Ling decided, it was probably Shui.

When on the hunt

With silver eyes, the dragon watched the traffic flow by. So did Jin. Not that he didn’t trust that, if something were to happen, the dragon would be the first to notice and the first to react. No, it was habit to use his own senses to look out for himself. He appreciated the dragon’s gaze nonetheless. Considering the fact he was waiting out here, when who knew what was happening with the others.

Jin didn’t belong here, waiting behind. The others might claim that as well, and it would be true, but not as much as Jin. Especially right now, when who knew what was happening to Li-

It wasn’t time to think about that. Jin ground his teeth. He felt the dragon’s muzzle press gently against his shoulder. Anyone else would have been in trouble for that. The dragon was allowed. There was no nefarious intentions behind that. He knew there was as much concern there as anything, not pretend feelings. The dragon missed Ling too.

Nevertheless, they had to focus.

He felt the dragon’s entire form tense beside him, those silver eyes swirling in a clockwise direction. Jin followed the gaze, finding their target easily.

The dragon waited for him. He recognized the respect in that decision and returned the favor. He asked all of his traveling companions to cede to him that leadership. It seemed as though only the dragon regularly remembered to do so.

“Save a piece for me.” There was no time for specific actions of revenge, but Jin would take his anyway. As would the dragon.

The crowd was startled and scared, but neither of them cared. They went for their victim with the viciousness their victim had showed them earlier.

The only option allowed would be victory.

Doesn’t count, she’s a dragon

Ling could smell it. Whatever it was, it smelled delicious. The dragon agreed with him, though remained outside without moving a muscle. He entered the building and gravitated to the kitchen on light feet and reached out for it, wanting to satiate his hunger now.

“I don’t think so.”

There was no accompanying touch with those words, like some others might do to ward him away from something Ling wasn’t supposed to have, but it had an even stronger effect. The voice was calm, but firm. Kind, yet unquestionable. Kun was the nice one, but for some reason Ling felt less like pressing him when he said otherwise. He swallowed.

“How much longer?”

“Ten more minutes. You can speed up the process if you set up the table.”

Ling thought about that. “The others won’t eat at the table! Is Shui even here?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Kun replied vaguely. But he didn’t take back his request and Ling knew that meant he might have to wait longer if Kun had to set the table himself.

Ling rushed off to set the table and Kun threw some scraps out the window, where the dragon snatched it up.