The punctual and even ticking of the watch caught the attention of its next possessor. One of the draconic brood, living in self-imposed isolation from the whirling stone spires and brightly emblazened halls of his people, turned his head to a tiny plateau under which the twin stones seizing the machine lay. His exhile to the undeveloped wilderness was one intended to allow his brain to intensify the learning process through the removal of civic distractions, and he had been sitting on a smooth boulder on his way to what passed for a home after visiting a fellow learner from a necessarily long distance. His fatigue had initially rendered him dull to the ambient noises around him. His ears filled with a ring-like tone that accompanied the flush of blood filling his face when he attempted to force his breathing to normal levels. The ticking of the clock caught his attention when his introverted mind first reopened itself to foreign input.
The dragon's curiosity had been ignited. This was not a sound he was familiar with and his mind had begun to suffer so much from the repetition of his endless days of "observing" and "appreciating" the lands of his ancestors in addition to the memorization of valued literature that any irregular stimulus held his focus hostage. He stood, his mouth partially open and emitting quickening breaths, and walked to the edge of the overhanging ground. Sunlight made the dried riverbed below outstanding from the rest of the forest and glittered off the inquisitive youth's viridian rhombus-diamond scales. He briefly turned his eye to the brighter sky, acknowledging the warmth, and his vertical slit for a pupil narrowed in accomodation.
All other parts of his body were also recognziable by this point. He walked on the soles of taloned reptilian feet that could potentially be used for digitrade movement. His torsoe, though clothed in simple blue cloth pants and shift, was clearly gifted with the lean toned muscle of an active young man underneath. Its weight was counter balanced by a prehensile, though thick, tale that extended at least three quarters of a leg's lengh and sported fine spines signifying maturity. His head, something of a mixture between an Eastern and Western breed with a slight pointedness yet round snout, swept left and right, pointed at the river bed. Kneeling over the cliff, he smiled and showed his curved flesh-tearing teeth at his discovery. The watch enticed him with its golden sheen and successive ticks. One talon-bearing hand reached down where humanoid fingers gripped the casing. With a single and deliberate forceful tug, he freed the device of its stony guardians.
"What could you be, little medallion?" He asked in a whisper as he gazed at the watch laying flat on his palm. In moments he spied the opening in the casing from a meticulous study of its outward charms. "How funny. You remind me of an oyster!" He told the watch while gently helping it open to observe its interior. What he saw next nearly made him drop his new treasure. Though at first he could see, albeit briefly, the progression of aging and evolution in a horse, the pictures started to vibrate and change nearly as soon as he fully opened up the scenes. The graduated images rearranged themselves into a very familiar collection. They changed into depictions of the draconic story. Mouth agape, the dragon stood fixated on the images before him. He followed the cycle of a representation of his kin from a crocodilian of little sophistication into steadily more modern shapes of his species until the alien promise of the future left him with pause. He then turned his attention to the concentric depictions of an egg hatching to release a bare infant wyrmling into the world and of its development into a mature adult.
"Fortuo, what a find you've stumbled upon today. And they say idleness is unproductive," He complimented his fate gleefully. Fortuo, as an educated male, immediately theorized that the inscrutable gadget in his claws was begotten of foreign sorcery. "Well, finder's keepers without identification," he smirked and resumed his path along the beaten dirt road to his appointed haunt in the hills. As he walked the familiar way, he was able to puzzle over the watch. While never seeing a clock of nay kind, not even a simple time-keeper, he quickly identified the buttons and knobs and was amused by his capability of moving the hands to varous positions. Fortuo decided that he could put off his reflections for the night to learn more about the trinket. Perhaps he could harnass its power, with enough prodding and testing.