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Hitoshi doesn’t remember when his parents got him, but he knows it was when he was around three. He’s not their biological child. He knows that much. Hizashi (papa) is a male harpy (males have legs and arms and swear a lot less) and Shouta (dad) is a void dragon. Hitoshi and his brother Izuku are not. They’re…well, Hitoshi is pretty sure he’s human with a bit of supernatural heritage. The color of his hair and eyes support that theory. Izuku is…well, no one is quite sure what he is. Part human for sure, but also something else. His magic hasn’t manifested yet to confirm it, but best guess is part dryad, given that his hair and eyes are distinctly green. His magic won’t manifest until he turns 15, which is only a couple weeks away. Purebred humans often manifest magic earlier if they have it at all, but 15 seems to be the rule for anyone with supernatural bloodlines.
On the other hand, Hitoshi’s birthday was yesterday and he’s manifested some sort of voice based control. So far, the only things they’ve learned about it is that pain can break it and how not to activate it every time he speaks. He hasn’t figured out how to let go of it when he has someone under his control yet though.
The other thing that being fifteen means is that he’s eligible to visit the Magic Market, down the river a couple miles. Kids under fifteen aren’t allowed, so Izuku is staying with the Bakugous today while their dads take Hitoshi down to the Magic Market to buy a familiar egg. No one knows what a familiar egg will hatch out as, common wisdom is that it takes the form of whatever a person’s soul animal is, but it has to resonate with a person’s magic in order to bond and the process can take a while. This is his first visit to the Magic Market, but it’s unlikely to be his last.
“Hitoshi.” His dad calls, breaking him out of his reverie. Oh, the barge is here. He quickly follows his fathers on board and spends the next hour or two watching the river and speculating on what sort of familiar he’ll get.
~
When they arrive at the Magic Market, the wide vessel is close enough to the two piers to set out gangplanks to both sides of the river. The Magic Market itself spans both sides of the river with narrow twin bridges arching high over the level of the boats that pass below. They’re apparently one-way bridges, because one has foot traffic to the north side and the other to the south side. His parents lead the way up the gangplank to the north side.
“We’re going to start with a merchant we know specializes in familiar egg types that resonate with voice magics. If they have nothing, then we’ll spread out and try other merchants.” Papa explains.
“There’s types? Like, how do you tell?” Hitoshi asks curiously.
“Mostly color, I think.” Papa says with a shrug. “It’s not an exact science.”
Oh. Hitoshi nods in understanding.
The merchant they approach is interesting looking, with wispy pale blue hair and a wide grin the instant he spies them. “Shouta and Hizashi! It’s been a while! And who is this?”
“Oboro.” Dad acknowledges. “This is our older son, Hitoshi.”
“Oooh! I get to meet him at long last! Wondering what I am?” He directs his question to Hitoshi.
“Yes.” He admits.
“I’m a cloud fairy. I don’t have wings, because I can make clouds and float that way. Now what can I do for you, my friends?” Oboro asks.
“Hitoshi has manifested voice control magic!” Hizashi says excitedly.
“Like yours or?” Oboro clarifies.
“No! He can literally control someone with his voice. So we came to you to see if you have an egg for him.” Papa clarifies.
“Ahh! Got it! You’re in luck. I just got a new batch a couple days ago. Let me just go in back and grab them.” Oboro says and then suits actions to words.
He comes back with two large trays of eggs balanced on two small clouds. “Here we go.” Oboro sets the trays on the counter. “So these-” He indicates the tray of darker colored eggs. “Tend to resonate with vampires and sirens and these-” He indicates the tray of lighter colored eggs. “Tend to resonate with humans and some of the rarest types of supers with voice magic.”
“So, how do I do this?” Hitoshi asks.
“You know how you can feel your magic in your chest?” Papa asks.
“More in my head and throat, but yeah.” Hitoshi corrects.
“Well, grab a strand of that and pull it down to your hand and push it out a little past that and run your hand over the eggs one at a time.” Papa explains.
It takes him a few minutes because it’s difficult. His magic doesn’t want to do that and trying makes his throat sore. “Okay, I think I’ve got it.”
Hitoshi figures he’s mostly human, so he tries the lighter eggs first. Nothing. Moving over to the other tray, he tries again. This time the second egg he tries vibrates violently under his hand.
“Annnd we’ve got a winner!” Oboro says enthusiastically. “That’ll be fifteen gold.”
He briefly gawks at the price (no wonder most magic users don’t have familiars if they cost that much), then turns to studying the egg. It’s dark purple with a plate-like pattern to it, dividing it into sections. Strange. Hitoshi wonders if the pattern is a reflection of the familiar inside. What could it be?
After his dad pays, they walk back towards the piers, with the egg cradled in both his hands. Hitoshi murmurs, “I can’t believe you just spent that much on me.”
“Hitoshi.” Dad says, ruffling his hair. “It wasn’t that much. Honestly, Oboro lowered the price for us because we’re friends. Normally a familiar egg is between 25 and 40 gold.”
Incredulity makes him abruptly stop walking. His voice is high as he repeats, “40 gold!?”
Papa laughs at him. “Really. Mia cost that much. I was lucky my mother was willing to spend that much as a gift for going out on my own away from the flock. But I guess the flock might’ve helped. They always did spoil me.”
His mind boggles. Mia, a giant golden fimburter bird, is worth every gold of course, but that’s insane.
“Will you take Izuku there too?” He asks.
“To see Oboro? Yes. But it’s not very likely that Izuku has voice magic like you do, so we’ll probably end up going to several other merchants after they’re introduced.” Dad answers.
“Oh.”
~
Papa puts the egg in his satchel before they get on another barge, this one much smaller, headed east. He gives it back when they get home, though. Hitoshi is glad they didn’t spend longer at the market, because he’s exhausted.
“Go to bed, kid. I’ll teach you how to incubate it tomorrow.” Dad says. “Take it to bed with you, though. You want to keep it warm. Eggs don’t do well if they get cold.”
“I’m going to pick up Izuku.” Papa tells them.
“Okay.” Hitoshi acknowledges and heads to bed.
~
“You have to spend at least fifteen minutes a day feeding it your magic and it’ll hatch in about a week. I know your magic doesn’t like being used that way, but if you don’t do it the egg won’t hatch.” Dad explains.
“What if I spend longer? Will it hatch sooner?” He asks.
“No, but some say that familiars fed more magic in the egg are stronger and more loyal.” Dad refutes. “I fed Fuzz magic all day every day, but that was fairly easy for me. It won’t be for you, so don’t overdo it.”
Hitoshi nods in understanding. Fuzz is a short haired black cat the size of a bobcat, with red eyes and white whiskers and tail tip. Fuzz is the strongest familiar he’s ever encountered, but on the other hand, that could be because Shouta is a dragon and his magic is just more potent.
It had been funny as hell when Fuzz had stalked Izuku’s friend Katsuki for a week after he got his explosion magic and had gotten boastful and started talking down to Izuku. It had ended with Katsuki being woken up by Fuzz sitting on his chest (because Fuzz can walk through walls) and staring into his eyes menacingly. Katsuki hasn’t talked down to Izuku since.
~
His familiar is the fluffiest long haired kitten he’s ever seen, with purple-blue fur the same shade as his hair. He names him Indigo.
Indigo starts talking about ten minutes after hatching. Now, mind you, all familiars can talk, but most of them don’t talk very much, if at all. Many of them only talk with their bonded. On the other hand, Indigo is downright voluble and while he often demands attention from Hitoshi, he spends the rest of his time talking to the other members of the household about anything that comes to mind. He and Izuku have many intense discussions about Izuku’s various interests, the kitten openly curious and determined to learn.
When he asks dad about it, Shouta shrugs and says, “They have to learn enough to be able to understand how to help you. Fuzz and Mia talked a lot when they were young too. It’s pretty common. Obviously not many familiars retain the verbosity as they get older, but that’s a personal choice once they’ve learned enough to deem themselves useful.”
That’s fair, he decides. Though Mia still talks a lot and Fuzz easily converses with anyone in the family when he’s in the mood. He wonders if Indigo will remain talkative or not. Well, it doesn’t matter, he loves Indigo either way.
Which is kind of the whole point of having a familiar. Magic users and supernaturals don’t need familiars and many of them don’t bother with them or can’t afford one. Familiars are mainly for emotional support and a bit of backup should one be overwhelmed or incapacitated. It’s against both human and supernatural law to injure a familiar, largely because it’s almost guaranteed to send their master on rampage once they find out. Although most people mythicize it by claiming ‘soul animals’ are gifts from the gods and thus shouldn’t be mistreated unless one wants to invite divine wrath. Either way, it’s greatly appreciated protection for familiars and most people will help if a familiar asks for aid for their master, even if they don’t like the person in question.
~
They are, quite luckily, outside when Izuku’s power decides to suddenly manifest. In an instant, the grass in their yard is waist height, the nearby trees are shaking and groaning as they grow rapidly and the ground rumbles and shakes under their feet. In the next instant, it cuts off as dad uses his nullification to stop the onslaught in its tracks.
“Well, shit. You okay, kid?” Dad asks Izuku.
Izuku nods shakily.
Dad looks at Hitoshi next. “I’m fine. Just surprised.”
“Congratulations, Izuku!” Papa says brightly. “Somehow I don’t think your mom is a dryad. She has to be either a Nature dragon or a goddess with that dramatic of a manifestation.”
“A goddess?” Izuku squeaks.
“Probably.” Dad agrees. “I probably would have been able to sense if she was a dragon. And most Nature dragons only affect plants, not make earthquakes. The few that do tend to be crosses with Earth dragons or have Earth dragon heritage. And his mom said the father had fire magic.”
“Good point.” Papa acknowledges. “Problem is, I can’t think of any goddesses offhand that affect both the earth and plants like that.”
“Izuku, I’m going to let go of my null magic, so be prepared to try and slow down your magic to a stop.” Dad warns.
Abruptly the shaking and plant growth is back. Hitoshi sputters as grass brushes his chin.
The scenario repeats all day, until Izuku wears himself out and his magic peters out on its own.
Neighbors come over and demand to know what the hell is going on. Apparently, lesser shaking and growth is being felt/seen over a mile away. Every time, Dad or Papa explains that Izuku’s manifestation of magic is out of control and he’s working on learning to control it so this doesn’t happen again. Not satisfied, but accepting, they all go back home with only mild, muttered complaints.
By the time the day is over, the grass is taller than the house and the trees have grown at least ten feet.
~
It takes Izuku a full week to figure out how to turn off his magic completely and even then, it slips out now and then, making the ground vibrate underfoot or nearby plants grow a few inches. Once he has that much control, Dad works with him on trying to turn into a dragon, just to see if there is some dragon in his heritage. It takes him a full four days to manage it, but surprisingly Izuku turns into a dragon and instantly his magic settles calmly under his skin. It takes him another day to figure out how to shift back and forth between the two forms.
His scales are green and black, but Dad comments that he has a classic Fire dragon shape, so the dragon part of his heritage is probably from his father. He doesn’t seem to have any form of fire magic, though, which is a relief. Unfortunately, the easy control of his magic in dragon form doesn’t translate to easy control while in human form.
Still, it’s three weeks before Dad and Papa deem Izuku’s control safe enough to visit the Magic Market looking for a familiar.
They take a smaller barge downriver this time. It’s doesn’t seem to take as long as the first time, what with Indigo talking their ears off. The sailors seem enamored with his familiar too, asking if they can pet him, which Indigo accepts with enthusiasm. At least they’re happy to answer all his questions about sailing barges. The sailors keep giving Hitoshi slightly amused glances, though. Which, okay, fair. He does seem standoffish when he’s not talking, so seeing his ‘soul animal’ is highly social and loves affection does seem rather funny.
Izuku is oddly quiet on the trip, probably concentrating on not leaking magic in his excitement.
~
The Magic Market is as grand, if not more so, as Izuku has ever imagined. Any other day, he’d be excited, but today he’s nervous about his control on his magic slipping and turning the stalls and shops into a forest on accident. Or leveling them with an earthquake. So he’s not paying much attention to anything else.
Don’t get him wrong, it’s awesome to meet his parents’ friend Oboro, the person who sold them Hitoshi’s egg. He seems like a very nice cloud fairy. Oboro greets Izuku warmly and sympathizes with the difficulty of controlling magic properly and then oohs and ahhs over Indigo, praising both him and Hitoshi.
He even brings out his magic warmed trays of eggs for Izuku to try. But none of them are the right one.
Papa pats him on the back sympathetically and declares that they’re going to visit all the egg vendors in the market if they have to. Dad just grunts and says, “I didn’t expect you to find one here.”
Which is mildly encouraging? Probably.
The thing is, though, none of the vendors’ familiar eggs respond to his magic. Even the ones who specialize in eggs for powerful species like dragons. They visit all the vendors on the north side of the river and by that point Indigo has worn himself out and he’s napping in Hitoshi’s arms. So they cross the bridge to the south side.
The south side has only regular eggs, nothing suited to dragons at all. It seems a clan of dragons had come through last week and bought all the eggs suited to dragons so they had something for the clan’s children to choose from while avoiding bringing the kids to the market. So the vendors quite literally don’t have any in stock.
At the sixth vendor, after Izuku has dutifully tried all the eggs available, Dad asks, “Are there any other egg vendors that are less well known as egg vendors?”
The vendor gives them directions to a small stall run by a decrepit looking old man. The displayed wares are potion ingredients and items for people into the ‘spiritual aspect’ of magic rather than actual magic. The old man stares at them for a bit, then asks gruffly, “You here looking for eggs?”
“Yeah! That’s right! We were told you might have some.” Papa says peppily, though even he is starting to droop from their lack of success.
“Yah. I got some. But only for those with dragon or divine heritage.” He says after a moment.
“Perfect. Exactly what we’re looking for.” Dad says blandly.
“Hmph. Wait here.” He turns around and disappears into the back. All the stalls have a back room to keep rarer or more delicate merchandise safe. Several minutes later, he emerges with a small magic-warmed alabaster tray filled with brightly colored eggs and a couple silver eggs and one golden egg. The merchant blows the dust off the eggs and then sets the tray down gently. “Don’t get much call for these. Colored ones are dragon suitable. Silver and gold are divine suitable.”
Izuku gently touches each egg in turn with his magic. The silver eggs seem to reach out and taste his magic before retreating, which makes his hand tingle. The colored eggs seem almost fizzy under his touch, which is weird. But none of them are right. He just knows they’re not. Having saved the gold egg for last, he finally touches it and it more or less leaps from the tray into his hand.
The vendor gives a low whistle. “Well look at that. Not every day you see someone with the bloodline of a major god in a pantheon. Must be in the last generation or two to get that strong of a response. What magic do you have?”
Attention glued to the egg humming warmly in his hand, Izuku doesn’t answer.
“Plants and earthquakes.” Hitoshi offers.
The old man nods and goes in back again, this time returning with a large, leather bound tome. It reads: Nature Divines from Around the World in gold lettering. “Here. You’ll need this unless you already know which god he gets his powers from. That’ll be 80 gold for the egg and 30 gold for the book.”
Izuku tears his gaze away from the egg to stare at the vendor in shock.
“80 gold!?” Hitoshi exclaims. “That’s outrageous!”
The vendor shakes his head. “It’s not. Divine suitable familiar eggs are rare and hard to get ahold of. Also expensive. I’m not actually making any profit on this transaction. I mostly carry divine eggs because demi-gods with familiars are a lot more stable and less dangerous to be around. I’m just charging what I paid.”
“He’s right, Hitoshi.” Dad says, ruffling his hair. “I’ve never actually seen another merchant carry divine suitable eggs. He’d be well within his rights to charge us more. And yes, we’ll take the book too.”
The merchant nods. “That’ll be 110 gold, then.”
“It’s a pleasure doing business with you.” Papa says, while Dad pulls out his money pouch and pays.
“Same.” The old man agrees curtly. Then something seems to occur to him. “Oh, the divine eggs usually take two or three weeks to hatch, so don’t worry if it doesn’t hatch in a week’s time. They might also be a divine animal rather than the regular mortal kind, so it might look funny.”
“Understood. Thanks for the advice.” Papa says as Izuku’s attention is dragged back to the egg. His familiar! His familiar! His familiar!
“Izuku.” Dad says sharply. “Pull in your magic now.”
Ah, shit. He yanks his magic back as hard as he can and looks around to see the damage. The counter post he’s closer to is a living tree now, but it doesn’t seem that he’s done anything worse.
“Well. That’s something.” The old man says, seemingly amused as he studies the addition.
He bows in apology. “I am so sorry!”
“Don’t worry about it, kid. Divine powers are hard for mortals to handle. I don’t expect you to be good at it yet. Just makes my stall stand out. You might want to head home, though. Not everyone would appreciate such an addition.” He advises gruffly.
“Good idea! That’s exactly what we intended to do.” Papa says. “Thank you again for your help.”
“Eh, whatever.” The old man says, waving it off. “You paid, so get you gone before you scare off my other customers.”
Izuku doesn’t understand how that would happen, but okay.
Dad smirks and they leave.
They get on a larger barge headed upriver and the ride home doesn’t seem nearly as long as the ride to the Magic Market. Maybe because Izuku is fixated on his egg.
Everyone is tired when they get home. Hitoshi flops on the floor and Papa carries him to bed. Izuku claims one of the sofas and huddles up around his egg. He doesn’t know when he falls asleep, but he wakes briefly when Dad puts him in bed.
~
Waiting for his familiar to hatch is so hard! Feeding it magic is easy. Pulling his magic away from it would be much harder. But Dad said he doesn’t have to because he constantly fed Fuzz magic while he was hatching and Fuzz came out fine.
Still! How had Hitoshi been so patient for an entire week? It’s been three weeks and Izuku feels like he’s going to die from sheer impatience and anticipation!
As he thinks this, the egg starts rocking back and forth and glowing stronger by the second. When the light gets so bright he has to close his eyes, he hears a cracking sound and his hands are full of eggshell pieces and a black and green baby…bunny? No, not quite. It has green feathers on its ears and a long, feathered tail. Papa’s going to have to break out that book he bought on divine beasts after all. At least Papa can show him how to do proper feather care!
The sorta bunny stares at him, then hops down in his lap and breadloafs.
Okay then. He should probably do something about the mess in his hands. Leaning over, he dumps the shards on the coffee table and gingerly starts petting his familiar.
“How do you feel about the name Usagi?” He asks.
The maybe rabbit tilts its tiny head for a moment, then nods. “It’ll do. I’m hungry. Feed me.”
“Oh! Right away!” He scoops Usagi up and bounces up to run to the kitchen. “Papa! Usagi’s hungry!”
Papa looks puzzled until he spies Usagi cradled in his hands, almost hidden due to his small size. “Oh, your familiar hatched. Rabbit huh? Interesting.”
“Divine rabbit.” Usagi corrects. “What’s that plant? It smells interesting.”
“Uh. Right. This is celery. Izuku, set him down on the counter so I can give him? her? a piece.” Papa instructs.
“I’m male.” Usagi clarifies.
Izuku sets Usagi down. “Where are Dad and Hitoshi?”
“Outside. Hacking at the grass jungle again.” Papa tells him.
He nods and hurries towards the door. “I’m going to go tell them!”
Behind him, Usagi and Hizashi trade exasperated looks. “Pardon him, he’s a bit excitable.”
“It’s fine. He’s going to come back, so I’ll just eat in the meantime.” Usagi chomps down on the celery stick, resorting to using his paws with little hooked claws to hold it still. “Mmn. This is good. What else have you got? I can eat most anything. Though plants are best, of course.”
Hizashi blinks at him. “Oh? I don’t know much about divine animals.”
“That’s fine. I’ll tell you if you ask. I know a lot.” Usagi replies.
“Nice! In that case, what can you not eat?” Hizashi asks.
“Cheese. Whatever that is.” He says promptly.
“Ah. So overly processed foods. Got it.” Hizashi nods.
“Probably. I don’t know much about human foods.” Usagi says.
“Oh!” Hizashi holds up one finger. “I’m not human, I’m a male harpy. And my mate is a Void dragon. Izuku is part dragon and part divine, but probably not human. Hitoshi probably has some human in him, but we’re not sure.”
“Didn’t mean to offend. Mortal foods, then.” Usagi corrects himself.
“You didn’t offend. I just wanted to clarify.” Hizashi says and turns to rummage in the magically chilled food cooler. “I have some fresh green beans in here somewhere. Maybe not in the best shape, but they shouldn’t be too old to eat.”
Usagi’s ear twitches as he hears the door open again, bringing with it a burst of chatter. “Sounds good.”
~
NOTES SECTION
So, I got inspiration for this from a fic I read ages ago, that had Hizashi as human and Shouta as some kind of shadow cat shifter and they found a shifter egg at the magic market and brought it home and hatched it and that was Hitoshi. (I think, at least. I don’t really remember it very well.) I obviously didn’t want to plagiarize, but I did want to include magical eggs and the magic market, so I tweaked it as much as possible.
The patterns on the eggs only indicate something of the nature of the parent familiar. Any female familiar can lay an egg of any affinity, including divine, and ‘common wisdom’ that familiars’s shapes reflect their owners’ souls is actually correct.
There is a little bit of magic involved in determining the general ‘affinity’ of an egg, but it’s about as precise as the discerning which eggs are which kinds by color. So a vendor can definitely be wrong, even though they’re fairly skilled at determining ‘affinity’.
To give a perspective on how expensive a familiar is, a regular family might see around 5 gold for a year’s income. So yeah, most magic users don’t have one unless they save up a long time or their parents are relatively wealthy. Goodness only knows how a harpy flock managed to scrounge up enough to pay for Mia. Dragons tend to be good with money, so the only surprise about Shouta having Fuzz is that he wanted a familiar to begin with. The Bakugous are not rich enough to obtain a familiar for Katsuki. Katsuki is very jealous that both Izuku and Hitoshi expect to get one.
Said harpies do visit occasionally, and they do like Shouta and the kids a lot, but aren’t above teasing their familiars into a tiff. Male harpies are really rare, so flocks tend to dote on them when one is born. They also tease Katsuki, telling him that he’d be a proper harpy if he was female and how sad it is that he isn’t female. He hates all of them, but his parents have promised dire consequences if he dares attack them. Denki is Hitoshi’s friend and he gets teased about being Hitoshi’s boyfriend, which makes them both blush a lot.
Fimburters look like solid color large parrots that are not tropical and have a little sparkle magic so they sparkle the color of their feathers when light hits them. Their main food is fruit, insects, seeds and nuts, but they can eat other plants. Mia is female.
Hitoshi is about half human. His mom had siren heritage and his dad was half vampire. The combination of the two produced an amped up version of vampire hypnosis. He also gets singing urges if he’s bathing and the allure of his voice is stronger when he’s touching water. No urges to drink blood or drown sailors, though.
Inko is Pachamama or World Mother, mainly because her described powers are cool, imo. Hisashi is a very old Fire dragon. Izuku didn’t get his fire magic but he does have a ‘breath weapon’ like most dragons. His is very in line with a Nature dragon’s, in that it grows sturdy vines instantly to entangle his foe.
Familiars have to be fed magic in order to bond to their masters and hatch. Familiar eggs are best kept warm, so the vast majority of those who sell them use trays that have been treated with warming magic. Familiar eggs that get chilled generally do not produce as strong of familiars as the ones kept warm. It can take years for a particular egg to be picked. Familiars live as long as their masters. Well, minus the years lived before they bond.
Indigo will always and forever be a chatterbox and love affection. And in some cases he’ll speak for Hitoshi if Hitoshi is having trouble controlling the activation of his magic.
Supernaturals as a whole outnumber humanity, because while they don’t give birth quite as frequently a good number of them live a long time. Humans reproduce a little faster, but they also die faster. Vampires and sirens both live very long lives, so even though he’s about half human, Hitoshi will live a very long life even though Izuku and his parents will probably outlive him. Vampires are a species, not the living dead. They are not contagious.
Murder and exploitation are against both supernatural and human laws, so if one race is being attacked by a number of another race, the perpetrators will usually be offered up by their own people in order to maintain peace. Wars do happen, but they tend to be infrequent and end quickly. They can get very nasty before they end, though.
The neighbors are irritated at the minor earthquakes, but fairly pleased with the extra crop growth. Much less pleased with the accompanying weed growth.
Izuku’s magic will grow in scope as he gets older. That’s true of almost all magic users and supernaturals in general.
The grass is several stories high by this point, which shouldn’t be possible, but there is semi-divine magic involved. They’re cutting it because it’s a pain to live in a grass jungle and also to sell as fodder. They walk everywhere but others use horses and whatnot. Not sure if it’ll do anything to the animals that eat it or not, though. Also, it’s kind of hazardous to cut because it’s so tall and they have to cut it in lengths, so often they’re trying to cut and dodge falling grass as well. Shouta could just get rid of it with void magic, but that ‘would be a waste’.
Nervous Izuku, because his control is still pretty shit and he doesn’t want to get banned from the Magic Market. And then he gets dragged around most of the Magic Market cuz half the vendors are sold out of the kind of eggs they think they’re looking for and others just don’t carry that type.
The old man has something along the lines of aura sight. He’s gruff and grumpy but a good person. He’s also the only vendor in the entire region who carries divine eggs. They’d have had to go down to the capitol if they hadn’t found him. That’s because they’re so expensive that they’re a financial risk. He doesn’t advertise that he sells familiar eggs, but he does let the other egg vendors know so they can send desperate people his way.
Dragon clans aren’t necessarily made up of the same kind of dragon. In fact, that’s rather rare.
Usagi is very blunt and unflustered in personality. Not super talkative, but not adverse to speaking either. Divine rabbits are omnivores but don’t handle processed foods well, so things like butter, cheese and chocolate are out. He’ll reach about waist height in size when he’s grown and those little claws will be much larger. They’re more like a cat’s claws than regular bunny claws. He’s a very dangerous rabbit if provoked. He doesn’t like bitter foods, but he does like meat and sweets. But any kind of plant is much better in his opinion.
Hizashi has a feathered crest in his hair, though usually it lies flat, and small feathers that travel down his nape and over the top of his shoulders. He also has claw tipped fingers, but they’re fairly small claws that he can file blunt with enough effort.
Shouta looks entirely human except for a little line of tiny black scales that run along the outside edge of his eye sockets. Not the whole socket, just the outer edge where it meets the outer edge of his cheekbones. It just makes him look like he has weird makeup on. His eyes glow red when he uses nullification magic and yellow when he uses void magic.
Izuku looks like a green-eyed human other than his black and green curly hair.
Hitoshi has his canon coloration and fluffy hair. Only his coloration looks non-human.
Familiars get the same coloration as their masters’ hair. Not always the same gender, though. And often they’re very odd specimens of their species, generally because they tend to be larger and have a similar magic to their masters’.
They don’t have the tech to make refrigerators, but they do make magical equivalents. ‘Coolers’, ‘iceboxes’ and wood stoves are very common.
This is a oneshot.