During a massive storm they put their tent up over the nest of tiny yellow dragons with blue spots, protecting it from the weather, and then slept peacefully, if uncomfortably, in their carriage.
They awakened to find not only were they now completely immune to the deadly stings, but the small creatures now nested in the carriage protecting them from bandits and other deliberate hostiles. -- Anon Guest
[AN: Microdragons are fun creatures, but not that magical. I have to invent some special nonsense]
Tarme was wondering, not for the first time, how traveling merchants managed on their first venture. They had a few things for their own survival, and the rest of the cart was full of carefully-packed pottery and plum wine. They also had an idea, too late, as to why traders traveled in covered caravans.
Storms like this were intolerable with just a tent to protect them and their horse from the blustering weather. Tarme had enough sympathy to bring a small nest of tiny, infant draconic fingerlings into the thin shelter. They were blind, and impossibly small. Tarme also found them pretty, and kept the entire nest's worth of fingerlings tucked up against their chest. Tarme liked to stroke them gently from muzzle to tail-tip, avoiding the sharp tips of the fingerlings' tails. The fingerlings licked and bit Tarme's fingers when they couldn't feed the fingerlings shreds of dried meat.
Tarme dozed through the storm, wishing they had known more before they set out to become a traveling merchant. With luck, they would be able to upgrade their cart to something more weatherproof.
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