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10.Jan.13, 06:29 PM
A'liran was surprised. "Really? Then I'm double surprised that I haven't seen more of you." A certain look of distaste crossed his face, but it had more to do with the mention of the stolen northerners than anything else. His pity for them was as readable as any book. But, like Ellaira, he didn't think their past encounters or lack thereof were particularly important, or even interesting.
Her comment on beef earned a chuckle from him. "I like anything that used to be alive," he said as he took another bite. The quail was quite good, but he didn't put much stock into his own ability to tell good quail from bad quail. He liked quail.
"What brought me here?" he repeated. He paused, brow furrowing for a moment, before giving a flippant shrug. "Bored. Place is crowded. Nowhere else to sit. No blueriding assholes around to chase me off. Seemed like a good idea," he remarked, clearly lacking any sort of design when it came to seat selection. "I guess I should thank you, though. Ast has been watching that little blue fuck right there," he said, pointing to Warbler. "And now she's all curious. "
It's delightful. I think you would look quite fetching with one on your shoulder, A'liran. And imagine how helpful it would be. It can fit places I can not.
You just want something to boss around
Astoreth purred in his head. That's not entirely right she replied.
Well, you didn't say it wasn't part right, now did you baby girl? A'liran was a bit surprised by his dragon's interest in fire lizards, but the more he saw of them, the more it made sense. They were playful. Astoreth was playful. They liked dragons. Astoreth liked attention. A fire lizard might be a good investment anyhow, and it would be an excellent rape alarm! Especially if he could train it to bite Z'ia's smug face in warning.
Dear, you're grinning at your lap
I am? Shit.
Indeed he was. A'liran realized that he'd been staring right into his lap as he mused, a devious grin spreading across his face as he imagined Z'ia's face being savaged by a flock of fire lizards. Hey, it was an appealing image! "Whoops," he said, laughing again before looking back to Ellaira. "Sorry, got distracted there."
By your own crotch.
He glared at the ceiling. "Shut the fuck up, Ast!"
Astoreth laughed softly in his head, pressing her happy presence against his mind and causing him to laugh as well. He shook his head, his smile widening. "Friggin' dragons, man," he said. "I guess you're in line to try and Impress one, yeah?"
Her comment on beef earned a chuckle from him. "I like anything that used to be alive," he said as he took another bite. The quail was quite good, but he didn't put much stock into his own ability to tell good quail from bad quail. He liked quail.
"What brought me here?" he repeated. He paused, brow furrowing for a moment, before giving a flippant shrug. "Bored. Place is crowded. Nowhere else to sit. No blueriding assholes around to chase me off. Seemed like a good idea," he remarked, clearly lacking any sort of design when it came to seat selection. "I guess I should thank you, though. Ast has been watching that little blue fuck right there," he said, pointing to Warbler. "And now she's all curious. "
It's delightful. I think you would look quite fetching with one on your shoulder, A'liran. And imagine how helpful it would be. It can fit places I can not.
You just want something to boss around
Astoreth purred in his head. That's not entirely right she replied.
Well, you didn't say it wasn't part right, now did you baby girl? A'liran was a bit surprised by his dragon's interest in fire lizards, but the more he saw of them, the more it made sense. They were playful. Astoreth was playful. They liked dragons. Astoreth liked attention. A fire lizard might be a good investment anyhow, and it would be an excellent rape alarm! Especially if he could train it to bite Z'ia's smug face in warning.
Dear, you're grinning at your lap
I am? Shit.
Indeed he was. A'liran realized that he'd been staring right into his lap as he mused, a devious grin spreading across his face as he imagined Z'ia's face being savaged by a flock of fire lizards. Hey, it was an appealing image! "Whoops," he said, laughing again before looking back to Ellaira. "Sorry, got distracted there."
By your own crotch.
He glared at the ceiling. "Shut the fuck up, Ast!"
Astoreth laughed softly in his head, pressing her happy presence against his mind and causing him to laugh as well. He shook his head, his smile widening. "Friggin' dragons, man," he said. "I guess you're in line to try and Impress one, yeah?"
