[Wk46] The Fate of the Dragons, part 2
“They call themselves ‘human’,” Saftal told her clan, speaking without words as her kind did. She addressed them directly with her thoughts and feelings, in the true tongue of the dragons, conveying her delight at her discovery with her aura and her concentration alone.
They were vaguely interested.
“You can’t see their auras, but I think they all have them,” Saftal said. Her siblings nodded, a fleeting first gleam of pique meandering reluctantly across their thoughts.
“Why do you think they all have them, then?” One asked, plum tendrils curling around feather-tufted ears in lazy inquiry.
Saftal’s own aura danced eagerly around her snout. “They…they feel the weather before it happens. They are ready for rain and wind and snow and they know how their family feels without being told. Some are better at knowing than others, but…but I think they have auras. Maybe the shock of the travel has muted their auras temporarily?”
One of the clan elders sighed, his aura stretching in tired eggplant wisps across his impenetrable scales. “They will bring another plague, like the creatures before them. They do not sound strong, these new ones.”
Saftal had shrugged off the speculation, realizing her curiosity had become care somewhere in her observations. She continued to watch the humans as they built roads and buildings, gardens and homes. They began to call the planet ‘Metropolis’. Saftal admitted the name suited the work they had done. She stayed quiet when the first of their auras appeared; she was reluctant to meet the disinterest of her clan without something to prove her theories about these humans correct.
The humans were industrious. Within a century, the entire planet had been transformed into a massive, skyscraping, city. They rebuilt their ships in many sizes, flying to various planets, and meeting the inhabitants with warmth and grace. They forged alliances and even friendships as they traveled, building communities on planets that chose to share space with them.
By the century’s end, nearly a third of their population had visible auras. They built schools to help guide their auraic members and grew adept at maintaining their vibrant hues. They met the heft and heave of their visible auras with a clarity that impressed Saftal. She was ready to report a new auraic species to her clan when she spotted the Wraicha.