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Happy birthday to Metallion! It's 5 years old now! This is a piece where Metallion is instructed to watch some of the Blue Kingdom's youth, its first real encounter with them which would eventually lead to many, many, more! 08/26/2021

One of the dragons has Plague primal eyes under the cute so beware of that!

The meadow grass swayed slightly in the breeze, windchimes that one of the youths had hung onto one of the low corners of the Sinking Library's tilted ceiling singing softly with each shift of air flow. It had been watching its creator, Lupus, smelt iron from afar earlier that very day, littlelings running and giggling as they had given its master a hard time. Not that he had seemed to mind, he had smiled then. Metallion was of no need that day, the air was dry and warm according to its inner thermostat, so Lupus was free to work without need of aid. Eventually, the young beings had asked its creator to play with them but Lupus had offer it instead. Now, Metallion was sitting in the sun of a wide-open meadow near the edge of the Kingdom's walls, watching three littlelings flit about like energized fireflies across the open field.

'Keep an eye on them' Lupus had instructed, a giggling creature hanging out of its arm. 'Protect them, make sure they all stay safe.'

And Metallion was. Passively watching them play but keen for signs of trouble. Not unlike what it would do for Lupus. Watch, but remain out of the way, guard but from a respectful distance. The littleling girl, with eyes too many and acid-green in color, sprinted across the meadow. Feet bare and purple dress kicking up behind her with how wide her gait was. It took only a few moments for her to reach it, skidding to a halt with her hands behind her back. Metallion stared at the girl, silent, as she shuffled her dirty feet further into the earth streaking the tops of her feet with small amounts it.

"Mr.Metalman." she said, voice light and childish, missing one of her top-front teeth that showed when she spoke. It was not a man, nor was it called Metalman or Mr, but it did not interrupt the littleling. Even its own creator had other names he called it.

"Me, Meko, and Ayano, wanted to thank you for taking us out to play." Meko and Ayano, it did not know which imperial youth had which name, but both were quietly beginning to follow her path across the field. Much slower than she had.

"So, we made you this!" she pulled her hands out from behind her back, holding out in her slightly-chubby, dirt and grass-stained hands a flimsy crown made of dying dandelions. The puffs were missing little pieces, the breeze taking a few seedlings at every breath. Metallion blinked, it had seem them picking flowers but had not particularly noted what they were making with it. It viewed Lupus' metal work similarly.

One of the boys, the taller of the two with the expected deep purple of a Shadowbinder dragon, stepped up behind the short girl. He, too, was dirty, his feet and hands stained with grass blood along with his wrinkled shirt.

"We used dandelions for it becaus' they have manes like a lion and you also have a mane like a lion." he was also missing some of his teeth, grin filled with gaps. Metallion turned its gaze briefly to the last of the three, one of arcane magic, adopted son of one of the powerful people, the imperial seeming to sense its gaze and hiding slightly behind the other imperial.

The girl reached the flower crown out to it, regaining its attention, Metallion waited before kneeling onto the earth, dirt pressed into the cracks of its jointed being, pressing its bronze-hands to the ground and lowering its head like a defeated soldier. The girl was small, much much smaller than the boys with which she played though the three did not seem so dissimilar in development. Young and pudgy, ungraceful, but old enough to speak and understand, to read.

It could feel the light brush along the floral of its mane, the plant put within it coming out between joints but mostly freed into a sun around its face, the girl's hands delicately touching Metallion as it was crowned. The golem waited, empty, as the girl took her hands away and put her hands on her hips in a self-satisfied way. Only sitting back up when it was sure her delicate hands were no longer dangerous close. It could feel the flowers resting on the tops of its mane, a vague but almost nonexistent weight.

"Thank you." Its voice deep, echoing throughout the small empty spaces inside its own body, coming out hollow and coppery.

The small girl smiled brightly, grin wide, a toothy display of pure childish delight. The taller boy seemed pleased too, lifting his head up slightly as he crossed his arms.

"What is yer name, exactly? Mal'nourne's just been calling you the Metalman all day. You know how dwarves are with mechanicals." the imperial asked, dirty hands being shoved into his simple cotton pant pockets. Mal'nourne, that must be the name of the girl, and she was so small because she was a thing called a dwarf. It had heard that its creator, Lupus, was not dissimilar to one of those and he was very small compared to most of the other beings it had met.

"I am called metallion."

"Oh, so ya' are a lion!" Like an accomplishment for the boy.

"Medal... met-... metdal." the girl with many eyes seemed to be biting her tongue on the sound.

"Metalion..." piped up the smaller of the two human littlelings, peaking out slightly from behind the normal-eyed boy as he continued to grip the back of his friend's shirt. This being was closer but not quite correct, either, the golem continuing to sit unjudging as the young creatures continued to try to say its name. Eventually, the tallest spoke up.

"Alright, alright, maybe we could come up wit' somethin' else ta call ya'? Like... Dande. For Dandelion, cause of the mane."

"Danda?" the soft-voiced youth responded.

"Yeah, sure, Danda." his friend agreed, glancing at Mal'nourne who nodded childishly in affirmation.

"You may call me... Danda." the Golem agreed, allowing the littlelings to back in their achievement. It had never been given a gift before, if the small ones wanted to call it something new it would allow for that.

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