"Oh. Vanilla is a type of plant, it's rare in the area but I managed to cultivate some of my own in the garden out back." he explained. "And if you're a carnivore, that would explain a lot. I don't think this will affect your diet much, but I can prepare you a steak if you'd like."
"Oh… what is steak?" He asked, swallowing his pancake so he could properly speak. "Is that a kinda fish? I don't think I've heard of that before, but I also don't really know fish names… I just know what they look like."
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“No, it’s a land mammal. I can show you sometime, they’re awfully nice things so I don’t usually feel good about maiming them.” he said. Sigurd didn’t know how to talk to children, so speaking to them as people was usually his best bet.
"Oh, okay… what's a mammal?" Cerulean asked. He really just didn't understand much of anything at this point. He'd been secluded from society by his father and had no opportunity to learn about any of this stuff in any form of schooling. All he really knew was how to fish and keep himself alive.
Oh shit. This was worse than he’d thought. “Well, it’s a group of animal. You know how some animals look really different from others? That’s because they all belong to different groups, or species, but some species have very similar traits and get to all be part of special groups.”
"Uhm… I guess…" Cerulean sighed softly as he kept eating. "So you're telling me that this isn't some kinda fish?" He asked, still clearly pretty confused about it.
“No. It isn’t.” Sigurd said, this close to losing his patience with the boy’s father.
"Mmkay." Cerulean soon finished eating and slipped out of his chair to go curl up on the bed again. It was way more comfortable than the stone cave he usually slept in, and he clearly enjoyed it.
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“What’s your dad like? Is he kind to you?” Sigurd asked, turning to wash the dishes and clean up the clutter around the cottage.
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"Uhm… he and I don't talk too much. I talk to him more than he talks to me." Cerulean shrugged a bit. "He usually likes to give short answers and tell me to go away because he's tired from work. That's okay, though."
“He should listen to you, kid. That’s what parents do, they care about you. I’d know, I had a kid. Until he died, but that’s just what happens, ya know? My husband left me after that, for different reasons. Mainly the eldritch horror thing was a bit much for him.” he rambled, scrubbing the frying pan.
"Oh…" Cerulean curled up a bit more on the bed, kneading the sheets with his hands. "Uhm… I'm sorry about that, sir…" He was quiet for a few seconds. "Is my dad a good person?" He asked. "Do… do you think he'd care if I died?"
“I wouldn’t know. I don’t know him. But if it helps, I’d care if you died.” he said solemnly, seriously, making a promise to a duty of care to this small boy.
Cerulean nodded a bit and nibbled at his knuckles a bit, curling his tail around himself. "Uhm… t-thanks… when do I have to go back home?" He asked softly. After listening to Sigurd talk, he wasn't sure he actually wanted to go back.
“Whenever you want to, okay? You can stay here as long as you need, as long as it’s not hurting you.” Gods above, he had the power to destroy universes and he chose to use it to help a small child? What was he, even?
Cerulean nodded again and stuck his thumb in his mouth to gnaw on lightly, his finlike ears quivering a bit. "Am I a mistake, sir?" He asked softly. "Dad says that I am, but I dunno what that means…"
“A mistake is something that’s wrong, bad, wasn’t supposed to happen. That’s more me than you, kid, you’ve got plenty of life ahead of you. I ruined mine, but you’re still so ready, so powerful. You’re going to move mountains, I can feel it,” Sigurd smiled at the boy.
"But… he probably means that I wasn't supposed to happen…" Cerulean shifted around a bit. "I… I haven't seen any other dragon people like me. Is that because I'm a mistake? I think usually dragons are with other dragons, not people…"
“Nobody’s a mistake, not really. I’m sorry for being such a downer, I don’t… look, nobody is a mistake. You’re just who you are, and that’s that. We’re all people in the end.” he shrugged.