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His friends meant well. They understood his mannerisms. Considering they were his trusted advisors, they only wanted the best for the dragon clutch and the success of their people. His father could say the same.
Even still, they didn’t understand why Deimos was determined to ensure the success of the cows. They laughed it off when Deimos first proposed the idea. Then, they responded with confusion and bewilderment when he actually went through with bringing the cows to Nova Aurora.
“Well, I’m fine. You can leave now,” Deimos said, clenching and unclenching his fist. “I don’t need to hear another speech on how my efforts are futile.”
Qev leaned in close, bumping shoulders with him. “Can I give you one, anyway?”
The renowned civil service Officer laughed as Deimos shoved a hand on his shoulder, nearly knocking him off balance.
“I was only joking!”
“Deimos, let’s be practical,” Thyone said, eyeing his friend and alpha leader with furrowed brows. “When are you going to give up on this cattle ranching dream? You need to focus on our people.”
“Thisisfocusing on our people. You have no idea how badly we need these cows to survive.”
Qev hummed. Then, his words were laced with sarcasm. “He doesn’t have the vision.”
“Fuck you, Qev.” Deimos rolled his eyes. “This is serious. A lot of Earthlings have moved to Nova Aurora in recent times. We need to capitalize on this cattle business while it’s still lucrative. Not only that, but this will help them adjust to life on our planet.”
Narrowing his eyes, Qev shook his head slowly. “Why the fuck would I care about that?”
“I might just strangle you in the next few seconds if you don’t cut it out.”
Thyone placed himself between the men, increasing their distance from one another. “No need for rash actions. We already have our hands full with this cow situation.”
Gritting his teeth, Deimos felt as if it was incredibly useless trying to explain simple concepts to his friends. Nova Aurorans weren’t known for a high fertility rate, so many of them had traveled to Earth to find mates and bring them back.
No one wanted a growing population of humans who were unhappy with their traditions and customs, so Deimos wanted to facilitate their planetary move by providing them with a little piece of their home.
The decision would also bring a fair amount of profit to his dragon clutch. Despite his recent successes in the past few months, his friends still doubted him. They told him it was a far-off dream, something meant for his imagination rather than his reality.
Their critiques became louder and more incessant once the cows started dying off, but Deimos kept hoping. Yet, there was a point where his faith in his animals would reach a limit, and he was afraid that he was reaching it at a fast pace.
“Deimos, you know I love you. Right?” Thyone asked, softening his tone. “I know that you’re a great leader, and I admire you as a visionary. But we need to call things for how they are. This was always going to be an impossible mission.”
“Don’t say that,” Deimos whispered, holding his breath as one of his cows stopped grazing on the grass. “Nothing is impossible. Not for me.”
Qev chuckled. “So what are you going to do when the cows die off? Are you going to ship some more here from Earth? That’ll be costly.”
“They’re notgoingto die off. All I need to do is find the right veterinarian who will find out what’s wrong with them. All of the ones before have been useless idiots. I’m sure they’ve bought their licenses to practice.”
Thyone raised a brow. “Are you sure about that? Those veterinarians were the most renowned on our planet.”
“They weren’t good enough for my cows,” Deimos bit out. “So, in my eyes, they’re as valuable as the dirt underneath my feet.”
“Harsh,” Qev whispered, rubbing at his chin absentmindedly. “I’ve received that insult from you a couple times before.”
“Yeah, and it was deserved.” Gripping at the fence, Deimos let out a deep sigh. “Everything was going well up until now. I can’t understand what happened.”
“Can we discuss what will happen once … you know?” Thyone eyed the cows. “They die?”
“They’re not going to.”
“Come on, Deimos. They’re living on borrowed time. And your father …”
“What about him?” Deimos interrupted, absolutely bored. His father wasn’t too pleased about the idea of raising cattle on Nova Aurora either. “Was he the one who sent you two?”
“Not at all. We came here on our own accord,” Qev said. “I love the faith you have in us, by the way.”
