"I promise there aren't many magical beasts away from the dragons, and my cousins would kill me if they found out I was bringing untrained people around," he said truthfully, now not even considering taking Fallon near the territories now that she'd invited Malou along. "I've got plenty of dragon models, though. Hopefully those will suffice." Small and harmless as they were, the figures had, on more than one occasion, tried to take a bite of of his pinky finger. If he hadn't been raised in the same area as the real things, he might have been awed by the magic.
"The Hebrides are... the Hebrides. Small Scottish population—mostly muggles, mind you. We prefer to keep to the less occupied ones. It's safer for everyone." It was truly a simple way of life, bar the backyard quidditch matches and the dragon accidents that happened every five or ten years. "Most of the MacFustys choose to stay there with their wives and kids. Lots of little ones toddling around nowadays." He smiled. Neither he nor Quillian were married with families, but he had plenty of cousins in his age range who were.
"The boys typically grow up to become dragon-keepers. It's tradition," he explained. He imagined more of the boys of the newest generation would take different career paths than the last, but most of the boys grew up surrounded by dragon imagery and tales of heroic dragon tamers. It was in their blood. "The men in the family definitely outnumber the women. My mother's a healer, and so's my sister. It's a help." He briefly wondered if, in their time in the tundra, Fallon had ever noticed the deep scar on his shoulder. Dragon accidents did not happen too often, but they left their mark when they did.
"The Hebrides are... the Hebrides. Small Scottish population—mostly muggles, mind you. We prefer to keep to the less occupied ones. It's safer for everyone." It was truly a simple way of life, bar the backyard quidditch matches and the dragon accidents that happened every five or ten years. "Most of the MacFustys choose to stay there with their wives and kids. Lots of little ones toddling around nowadays." He smiled. Neither he nor Quillian were married with families, but he had plenty of cousins in his age range who were.
"The boys typically grow up to become dragon-keepers. It's tradition," he explained. He imagined more of the boys of the newest generation would take different career paths than the last, but most of the boys grew up surrounded by dragon imagery and tales of heroic dragon tamers. It was in their blood. "The men in the family definitely outnumber the women. My mother's a healer, and so's my sister. It's a help." He briefly wondered if, in their time in the tundra, Fallon had ever noticed the deep scar on his shoulder. Dragon accidents did not happen too often, but they left their mark when they did.
— way too attractive set by mj <3 —