Trygir was relaxing against Orm's side, close to nodding off for a pleasant afternoon nap, when the serpentine dragon perked up quite suddenly, accidentally buffeting the boy with his huge feathered wings. The result, as seemed typical when they were out on the family fishing boat, was Trygir being knocked into a somersault over the side of the boat.

The frigid water doing wonders for his alertness, Trygir broke the surface with a surprised gasp and quickly clambered back onto the boat, where he lay shivering, paying no heed to the chum that slicked the deck.

"Why?!" He exclaimed through clenched teeth.

Orm offered an apologetic look and a mournful coo, before springing from his coiled position, quickly taking wing and leaving a very confused fisherman to his cold drippings on the boat.

"I've got to get a bigger boat if Orm is going to keep doing that..." He muttered, stripping his waterlogged clothes from his body and reaching for a length of linen he kept handy for drying.

The couatl, Orm, was roughly fifteen feet long, from nose to tail, and had a wingspan to match. Trygir had initially though it to be a leviathan, a mythical sea serpent that would lay waste to any ships in its path before moving to attack the shore. However, a few things set it apart from the fabled terror of the deep.

First were Orm's wings. They were mostly a sandy brown color, darkening into a rich amber towards the tips of his trailing feathers. They were by no means waterproof, like most seabirds. The first time he had tried to take Orm for a swim, the serpent was unable to fly for hours, heavy as his wings had become. The dragon was adept at swimming, yes, but would not be capable of immediate transitions back to the air.

Second was the size. Trygir thought that it might have been a baby leviathan at first, but the legends spoke of only one horror, and never measuring less than thousands of feet.

Finally, Orm was far too friendly to be any sort of monster. At least to Trygir, it seemed. Yes, the serpent would flatten his head and hiss at larger ships that overtook them unexpectedly, but the fisherman got the idea that this was more protective than anything.

As Trygir contemplated building a larger ship, Orm glided by, offering a sort of happy scrunching of the snout as he chewed on what seemed to be a seagull, completely derailing the boys train of thought.

"Maybe I should worry about a better source of food for Orm, as well..." He muttered, watching as his dragon glided seamlessly into a slither over the roof of his home, where he settled down to enjoy his meal.