DoA - Drawlloween 2020: Where's My Skeleton?

Spessartine and Malachite looked down at the pet-pumpkin, which was made by a rather ingenious scientist, eventually. It seemed sad. Weirdly. It was sad, and the amber dragon just couldn’t figure out what was wrong with it. Something seemed to have made it incredibly upset, something very, very unusual. The trio were in Spessartine’s home, the pumpkin resting on the dark sands with it resting on some sort of soft animal hide. The pumpkin looked very sad, making Spessy whine softly in defeat.

“Come on little one, what’s got you down…?” She asked, with Malachite watching the pumpkin turn to Spessy, looking up at her, seemingly looking at something that was on her, mournfully. The amber dragon whined softly at that again, just absolutely unable to figure it out, which was why she had asked Malachite to come over and have a look to see if he could help her figure it out. Although even with Malachite present, he was struggling to figure out just what was going on.

But he had narrowed it down to something, it had to do with Spessartine. Something that she had which her new pet just didn’t have. But what it was so mournful of, he genuinely had no idea. Although, he narrowed his eyes slightly, watching how the pumpkin seemed to watch Spessy, its ‘eyes’ transfixed on something… But what was even odder was that as Spessartine was moving her head, the pumpkin was trailing her movements. Was it looking at something on her head?

Oh it would be so much easier to figure out if the pumpkin could actually talk!

But that being said, his eyes narrowed slightly, “It’s something to do with you Spess, whatever this pumpkin is, it wants something that you have, it’s asking a question to do with you...” Malachite rumbled, looking back to Spessy, then the pumpkin, then back to Spessy, watching still as it continued to move. Then it clicked.

Spessy had spines, which Malachite didn’t and it would also explain why Malachite was practically of no interest to the pumpkin!

“Do you like her spikes?” Malachite asked softly, to which the pumpkin gave a soft ‘bark’ to, making Spessy look rather surprised. It liked her spines? But, surely there was something more specific… It wasn’t quite right, the look it gave was questioning…

“Do you want spikes?” Spessy asked, to which the pumpkin shook a little to signal a negative response, trying to say no, but it was close. But what it was it was asking, they truly didn’t know what it was, neither would they ever be able to figure it out.

But they never knew that it wanted to ask a simple, single question…

Where was its skeleton? It just wanted to be like Spessy..!