Can we please ignore the fact i took two days to respond? In my defense I was stuck in a loop listening to Sabrina Carpenter's album, Epic Musical and Chappell Roan. AND finishing my fanfic's first chapter to finally post it on ao3.
Said that, thank you for the tag @lancedoncrimsonwings! This isn't something canon in my lore, it's just a cute bunny plot that came to me when I was learning to draw dragons. 'Cause latins myths, dragons are related to fire, and in my lore, the Ashfolk have bodies with a high body temperature, which can become even hotter depending on their emotions or state of health. Well, enjoy!
There was nothing special that day, it was just the basic, boring even, he dared to say. Lancelot was sitting, putting his shirt back on after finishing his daily check to see if any wounds were infected. Nothing special. Except that the girl examining him this time wasn't Polly, but a freckled red-haired girl who reached his chin. Pym was her name.
The poor girl was so scared that she didn't even speak.
He would lie down as soon as she left, probably just lie down and stare at the ceiling until he dozed off, even though he was sleepless. The redhead was about to walk out the door and Lancelot was about to lie down when they both heard high-pitched screams outside, and through the gap, Lancelot managed to catch a glimpse of something fast and strangely agile running clumsily between the people's feet, and Merlin, Nimue and Morgana trying to catch the thing. The three of them failed.
It didn't take long for the thing to sneak past everyone's feet and reach the tent they were in, and pass through the entire floor scaring every soul in that place out of their bodies. At a glance, the man thinks that what was running was a really large lizard or an iguana. He was almost right.
The monk takes his feet off the floor and Pym climbs onto the table and hides behind him. It seems that the unknown thing scared her more than he did. Unfortunately, none of this stopped the giant lizard from climbing up the table and climbing up Lancelot's leg. Both of them froze. The creature froze on Lancelot's leg, looking into his eyes, and Lancelot froze as soon as he felt the thing crawling up his leg.
The room fell silent. The monk realizes that what has wrapped itself around his leg is actually a baby dragon, and the dragon discovers that the man's body is actually very warm, and they both look eye to eye. Paralyzed.
The dragon had pearly white scales, large curious violet eyes, and sparkling wings. The claws weren't big enough to really hurt yet, but they were like little blunt needles hanging on his leg. It was… cute. As if a piece of the moon had given it life.
The little thing starts moving again, slowly and cautiously. Climbing up Lancelot's leg until he climbed his torso through his shirt. The curious little dragon pulls the collar of Lancelot's shirt and tries to see what's inside, and falls in his shirt. Lancelot let out a snort of laughter and lifted his shirt for the dragon come out of there. That's when Merlin, Nimue and Morgana came in, and found the dragon climbing up the monk's arm and rubbing itself affectionately against him. Purring and rubbing its little head against the curve of the junction of his nose and eye, and Lancelot was… Smiling?!
This was something new, but not unwelcome. Everyone stands still and open-mouthed at the interaction, but no one interferes. The dragon makes itself comfortable in Lancelot's warm, cozy lap, still purring and rubbing against Lancelot's hand.
Lancelot for his part, warms his body a little more to welcome the presence of the little dragon, and continues to smile at the corners of his lips and caress the little animal.
Looks like he won't need to nap today after all.