[G] [O] 741.01.14 | A Fresh Start

Nope! Nope! Nopenopenope! Not there either! The little gold dragon was spinning around in glee as her rider tried to find the precious favorite scratching spot. Cazan was doing her best to be patient as she oiled the little dragon, but she somehow knew exactly where the spot was, on her chest just in front of her left shoulder. There was just such an immense sense of relief and pleasure whenever she scratched there and Mal even went blissfully quiet for a bit.

But each time the little gold would chirp mischievously and deny it. This was a great game and she was pulling a great trick on Cazan! Between her pleased nopes she was was babbling nonsensical phrases and noises, entirely too please to be getting her rider's attention and to be playing this game. Do you give up? she asked, her voice still so soft and delicate even as it held so much mischief. Cazan sighed. "Yes, I give up. Where is the spot?"

I fooled you! You already scratched it, it was the spot right on my chest that I really like! Her bubbly cheer began to falter though as she watched her rider who just let out a heavy sigh and stared. I tricked you right?

Cazan wasn't sure if this would turn into a shriek fest or a sad dragon fest, and as much as she was curious what a crying dragon looked like, she didn't have it in her heart to find out with Malvayth. So she forced a smile on her face, reached out to scratch the special spot and gave her rotund little gold a hug. "Of course you tricked me. I'm just tired. Now hold still and let me finish oiling you. And then we have to... fuck what else were we supposed to do again?"'

FUCK! Cheerfully chirped Malvayth at the top of her lungs as her rider buried her face in her hands.