(nope it sounds good to me)

Sage walked back to the woods and his cabin. He could hear his father yelling inside and heasitated on the front porch before walking inside. Immediately a bottle came flying towards his head. He dodged it, but it hit the wall and a shard of ceramic hut his cheek, cutting it. He hissed in pain and slammed the supplies on the table before running outside again

Madrigal followed the boy to the outskirts of the city, but as the houses grew further apart, her skin started to crawl. Although she knew the eyes were non existent, the feeling made her hair stand on end. Her pace became slower and the distance between herself and the boy grew larger.

Madrigal slid down the wall of a house, positioning herself under a window. She pulled the dragon carving from a pocket and held it in the centre of her palm. It fit snugly in the middle, about two inches in diameter. Small but solid. She unravelled the parcel of clothing, chewing the piece of string to size. She looped it around the pendent, and then tied it around her neck. Then, under the covers of the shadows and her cloak, she changed her clothes, swapping the worn for the new. The pants were a soft leather, fitting her legs snugly but allowing for movement- and they had pockets. The shirt was cotton, but it was thick and warmer than the one she'd been wearing. Madrigal folded the old clothes and tucked them into her belt. She'd clean them and sew them into the small quilt she was making.

She sat there, with her back fiemly against a wall in the shadows under a partially open window, listening to the conversation of those I aide the house to keep herself entertained. She absently stroked the dragon pendent under her cloak.

Sage took off into the forest, not really knowing where he was going. He just ran. He wanted to get as far away from his father as possible. And it wasn't even a bad day that day. He wiped the blood off his cheek, but instantly more bubbled up and ran down his face. He checked his face and felt along the wound, groaning when he realized he should have stitched it up when he first got into the forest.

He slowed down to a walk and then a stop, and sat down under a tree. He took the needle out of the hem on his tunic and untangled some of the thread from a corner. He stitched himself up quickly and then wiped the tools and his hands and face on his pants and shirt since he didn't have any water. He would have to clean his cut out later. He wasn't sure if they had soap or not, but he didn't want to go back to find out, so he settled on just rinsing it off in the river when he got to it.

He looked around to find himself near the village, and he winced when he realized he had been blundering around so close to other people. He jumped when he heard another crash - one that wasn't him. It came from something much bigger and heavier than him. Then he heard the heavy breathing and low growl like sound he recognized.

He slipped through the woods, and only a few yard away from where he was sitting, a huge green dragon was walking. It was heading towards the village, so Sage knew he should direct it on another path. The people werent exactly friendly to the big guys, and Sage knew what that was like. The only difference was that the dragon didn't speak their common tongue.

Sage spoke to the dragon in his ancient native language. It was different than the common tongue of the people - it was a from his native tribe that had taken refuge in the forest. He and his father were the only ones left in this region, but that was why they were the lowest class. The common people dislikes them, and made a low class just for the native tribe when they first came to the forest. Now, hundreds of years later, that ranking was only a myth. A horror story, if you will. Except he was living it.

The dragon turned it's huge head towards him and Sage smiled slightly. He could spend all day out here talking to these magnificent animals. The dragon rumbled a response, as the native tribes language was built to talk to the dragons, and Sage had learned it long ago. Sage gently talked in that tongue to the dragon now, telling it to go another direction so no one would get hurt.

The dragon was a bit petty at first, but then when Sage said he wanted to keep them safe, she listened a bit more. Sage suspected she had a dragonette somewhere she wanted to feed well, so he directed her to a place where that was most likely to happen.

Madrigal heard the noises and tensed, her whole body going on alert. The movement of her fingertips on the dragon pendent halted. She stood, and slipped within the shadows, moving in the direction of the disturbance.

Looming in the darkness, she watched the scene before her. The boy and the dragon. Her eyes widened as she pressed her back up against the wall. Her fingers found the pendent again, and she cursed under her breath. She'd never seen one in real life.

Sage continued to talk to the dragon quietly, and she cocked her head and chirped, and a small green and black dragonette bounded out of the forest towards them. Sage smiled softly and told the dragon that she had a lovely baby and they should go and stay safe. The dragon nodded and turned to leave then stopped and looked behind him. Sage felt a sudden tension in the air and he turned and sucked, rolling out of the way a an enormous black dragon ran into the clearing.

Clearly, this one was the father, and an over protective one at that. Sage would have his work cut out for this one. Sage danced around lightly, dodging the powerful attacks of the male dragon. He spoke softly to him as he evaded his attacks, and the female dragon barked a command at him. He turned to look at her, obviously not happy with it. Sage spoke up again and the huge dragon visibly relaxed. He stepped back and grunted something before nudging his family in another direction, heading away from the village.

Sage let out a soft sigh of relief and watched them leave. He was glad they were gone but had almost hoped they would stay. They were pretty great company, at least once they calmed down.

In one fluid movement, Madrigal had her crescent blades in her hands. She crouched under the blanket of the shadows, taking in the scene before her. They were beautiful creatures, and Madrigal marveled at the black one. She watched as the boy dealt with the situation.

When the scene cleared, and the boy was alone once again(or so he might've thought), Madrigal stood and stepped out from her safe place. She took a few strolling steps forward before she spoke, making no move to hide the blades in her hands.

"I've never seen a real-life dragon before," she started. "I've heard about them, but I've never before laid eyes on one. But you can speak their language?" She cocked her head, her eyes trailing the boy's features.

Sage turned on his heel to face the girl, tensing up, his hand going to the hilt of his dagger. When he saw it was the girl from earlier, he relaxed slightly but stayed in a position he could defend himself from. "It's shaky, but we can understand eachother. It's an...old language." He went with that because if she was friendly(ish) now, he didn't want to say that was the tribal language and have her get mad for no reason other than his social rank

"An old language, huh?" Madrigal took a step forward, an eyebrow lifting. She continued to play with the blade in her hand, the other she held at her side casually. "I've been to many places, traveled across lands, and I don't think I've ever heard that particular tongue before." She smirked. "But as you said, you 'understand each other'. I don't know if I'd call it an 'old' language; I think the word, 'ancient', would be better suited."

He raised his eyebrows at the girl and shrugged. "Well, if miss know-it-all says it, then it must be true." He was keenly aware of the weapon in her hands, but kept his own body language clear - he wouldn't attack her if she didn't attack him. He had been fighting practically since he was born, and he was confident in his skills. She was skilled, but he knew tricks and could beat her if it came to that. The look in his eyes told her he would kill her and leave her out here if she attacked him. He wasn't one to forgive and forget or give mercy. If she attacked him, there would be consequences.