Stone Writing

Stone approached a table with some orphans eating at it. “Hello-!” they called out, their voice cracking. Is this what I do-? I never even HAD parents-can the animus child even count-? I’m not an orphan!
“What are you?” a SkyWing with a chipped nose horn asked, her eyes wide with surprise once she saw Stone.
A gray blue SeaWing and a green LeafWing with gold-ish wings stared at Stone in shock, too.
“Er…a talking statue-?”
“HOW?” the SeaWing bust out, unable to contain his curiosity.
Stone smiled a bit. “Well…some five year old animus got bored one day and made me. I’m a stone dragon statue yeah, but I can also talk and think and hear and see! I don’t know how though.” They shrugged. “Just how the magic works.”
“Woah-what then?”
Stone sat down next to the chatty blue dragon and then shrugged. “I got taken here eventually. It doesn’t really matter. I just explored or whatever else I felt like doing.”
“Can you fly?”
Stone shook their head.
“Wanna be friends?”
Stone blinked in surprise. “Wait-really-?”
The SeaWing nodded enthusiastically. “What’s your name?”
“Er-Stone-“
“Cool name! And then you’re also MADE of stone! That’s awesome!”
Stone couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks!” I’ve never had a friend before… They glanced over to see the LeafWing and the SkyWing chatting with their own private conversation. They spoke so quietly that Stone almost forgot they were there. “What about them-?”
“Eh they always like to talk about BOOKS and books are BORING. We can be BEST friends!”
“Best friends-?”
SeaWing nodded. “Yeah! BFFs-Best Friends Forever!”
Stone’s eyes widened. “Forever-?” Woah-
SeaWing giggled. “Yup! How old are you? One?”
Stone shrugged. “I dunno. I loose track-“
“Oh…” SeaWing eyed Stone up and down as if to asses their age. “Um…I’d say you’re five.”
“Really-?”
SeaWing nodded. “Yup!”
“Cool! What’s…um…what’s your name-?”
“Pleco!”
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Stone smiled as they ran over to the lake at full tilt.
“WAIT-NO-“
SPLASH!
Bubbles rose and spread out around Stone while they sunk like a rock to the bottom of the lake. They stayed as still as a statue-something they were very good at doing-to make sure to not disrupt the water floor. It was beautiful, with the green lighting, and the shimmering grays and teals reflecting off of a few miscellaneous schools of fish. Sunlight filtered through the steady current, and Stone froze as to not stir up silt to ruin the epic sight.
‘Stone!’ Pleco flashed as he dove in after Stone. ‘What the-‘ Stone didn’t understand what Pleco was saying completely, and they became distracted with a minnow passing by near their face before remembering. Oh shoot-
‘Are you hearing?’
No, that’s not right-Hm…I should study Aquatic more.
They probably meant listening-yeah, three arm flashes and a tail flash and a neck flash means listening-oof why is it so complicated-
Stone forgot to reply as they stomped towards the edge of the lake, where it was shallow. Their head broke through the surface, and they noticed Pleco swimming over. “Stone what are you DOING? You KNOW you can’t swim-“
“Yeah, yeah I know!” They grinned and splashed Pleco playfully once he was close enough. “I can’t breathe either!”
Pleco sighed. “Yeah but what if you got stuck at the bottom of the lake and no one could find you and then you just eroded away?”
Stone shrugged. “That’s not gonna happen. I can walk! I won’t get stuck cuz I can always walk to the shallow end and walk out! It’s fun!”
Pleco wrinkled his snout and ducked as Stone shook out their stone wing blades, spraying water droplets everywhere within a dragon-length’s radius. Pleco grinned and turned around to knock Stone over with a wave caused by his dark spotted tail.
“Ack-“
Pleco’s eyes widened and he immediately rushed over to help Stone up. “Oh my moons are you alright?!”
Stone nodded while failing to contain a giggle. “I’m fine! Not a crack on me!”
Pleco smiled. “Good. I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you.”
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“Yeah, but it’s SO overrated!” Stone exclaimed while hopping from rock to tree stump to log.
Pleco snorted. “No it isn’t! Things taste great! You get to savor fish and there’s all different kinds and flavors-“
“Ewwwwwww! You’re just shoving stuff down your mouth and then it comes out-?! No, ew, I’ll pass!”
“You say that ALWAYS,” Pleco pointed out in a tired voice. His reaction surprised Stone, causing them to nearly trip when they turned around to face him.
“No I don’t-“
“It was funny the first five thousand times. Everyone gets it that you think eating is overrated. You KNOW dragons like eating and we need to eat to survive.”
“Yeah, but-“
“So, why do you keep talking about it?”
Because it’s fun to talk about-? “…I thought you liked talking about it…” Stone mumbled.
“Not anymore! It’s old now!”
“…oh…sorry…”
Pleco sighed. “It’s fine. C’mon, let’s go see Firestarter and Melon.” He took a head start, and Stone followed, hopping along. They’re boring-…all THEY talk about is stupid politics and school and work and stuff.
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Pleco huffed and kept walking, stiffly striding away from Stone.
“But you at least used to find kangaroo butts funny-“
Pleco pinched his snout. “Yes, yeah, I used to. But now-“ Pleco hesitated as he looked over his shoulder down at Stone, who was now a third his size. “-I grew out of it.”
Stone frowned. “…well…um…uh…maybe we could…go swimming-? Or more exploring? Maybe-?” He doesn’t like exploring anymore. He just wants to ‘hAnG oUt’ with his stupid friends!
“I just…don’t want to anymore.” Pleco kept going.
Stone shook their head and skipped along to follow Pleco. “Wait-where are you headed-? I can hang out too-? What are you going to do-? I can be fun too!”
Pleco paused and turned to face Stone. “Look, Stone. Can you listen for just a second?”
Stone nodded. “Of course!”
“…I think we should…stop being friends.”
Stone’s jaw dropped but they quickly shut it. A cold feeling of not belonging began to soak through their scales, and the reminder of, I’m a sentient statue. Not a dragon, dug deep. They tried to hide the pain in their voice by masking it with their best attempt at a smile while they asked, “…why-?”
The longer the silence lasted, the more anxious Stone became while they twitched their talons, and fidgeted by flexing their stone wing blades.
“…well…I’m nine and you’re…you’re still five,” Pleco mumbled. “…and…you just don’t grow up. You’re always wanting to ‘play’ or explore or whatever, and you just…don’t ever grow up. I want to do other stuff. I’m…an adult now. I don’t have time for silly jokes or playtime. No, we won’t travel around the world. No, we won’t make cute hats for fish or whatever next stuff you come up with. You can…have fun with someone…you’re age.”
Stone’s ears flattened. “-but I AM your age-…”
Pleco shook his head. “Not anymore. I was a year younger than you when we met. And you’re…still five. You should make new friends with other five year olds. I have…other friends now. Adults. Sometimes…sometimes there comes a time where dragons need to go their separate ways-“
Stone shook their head. “No!” they cried out, “You’re just making dumb excuses! You just don’t like having a statue you friend anymore!”
“Stone-…”
“You’re mean!”
“Stone please listen-“
“No! No I WON’T listen! You’re-you’re-you’re a JERK! I can be a grown up! I’m just as old as you I just LOOK like I’m five!”
“You certainly don’t act like an adult.”
“It’s not FAIR!”
“And guess what, Stone? Life isn’t fair. Get used to it.”
Stone glared at Pleco. They could’ve sworn they would’ve been crying if it weren’t for their inability to produce tears. “Well, life SHOULD be fair! What about being best friends forever-?”
“…that was when we were five,” Pleco muttered. “Bye, Stone.”
“NO-WAIT-“
Pleco spread his pale sea gray wings and took off into the sky, where Stone couldn’t follow.
Stone hugged themself with their wings and curled up on the forest floor, sniveling. It’s not FAIR-…why can’t I grow up-? Why can’t I be a dragon-? What’s WRONG with me? The stupid spell that’s it. Stupid idiot animus. It’s YOUR fault Pleco doesn’t like me anymore!
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