Chapter 23. Baby Talk
The weekend. Racing with Eva, Kolo and Qo’noS, he’d gotten chilled and was so terribly exhausted. So much so that he felt like a party lizard (A term he had picked up in the day-room) crawling in after a weekend binge.
He collapsed on to his bed and felt a lump under his pillow struggle.
Sprite crawled out and complained in a whiny voice, then saw who it was.
‟Papa! Papa papa papa papa papa!” Sprite squeaked while bouncing up and down. Eventually settling into the crook of Jona’s arm, licking the neck and ear of Sprite’s favorite human.
Jona shushed Sprite while he drifted off to sleep. If anyone could slur a shush, Jona did it as his eyes closed.
Then the papa’s eyes popped open.
‟SPRITE!” Jona jumped up. ‟You talked!”
‟Papa! Papa papa!” The little dragon fluttered and hovered in the air in front of Jona, over the bed.
Laughing, Jona knew Sprite would learn to talk eventually. Still, not comfortable with the fact he was the dad, everyone else in the school took it as a right of passage. Many had, what Jona thought at first as pets, but found out that small dragons reflected that the heart of dragons loved at least as deep as humans.
Just longer. Much, much longer.
After a few minutes to recover from the shock, he held Sprite in his arms and stroked the glass smooth scales that covered the small winged-body.
Settling down, Jona smiled as the little body curled up under his chin, licking a few times, then going into a slumber that, curiously, sounded like a snore.
Only a pint-sized snore.
It was quite relaxing, and Jona slipped off to sleep with Sprite in his arms.
Together, they slept in similar poses.
Jona and Sprite performed a slow, synchronised sleeping ballet in the blankets.
Later, when the sun would rise, Jona would be roused out of bed by his friends. Although he would wonder if they were indeed his friends, for now all Jona wanted, was sleep.