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In truth, Flora had thought Spice was some sort of lizard at first despite her fledgling wings. Sugar was small, yes, but the Doubletake hadn't ever expected that even she'd been that small once and the realization that Ronin had a dragon on his head had Flora stifling a laugh. It was Ronin, and so of course he was playing mother dragon, but still, the picture was amusing despite its predictability.
'Oh sure," Flora agrees with a breezy roll of her eyes as she reaches for a cloth to wipe her hands off with. "As one does." Approaching with smooth movements as if expecting the dragonling to panic at any moment and fly away, the Doubletake glances up to the rafters where Sugar was perched trying to determine if the older dragon looked her regular amount of haughty, or if she was offended by all of this.
"How is Sugar taking it?" Flora asks in a low whisper, before holding her hand up toward the top of Ronin's head for Spice to smell. Likely she'd smell of blushberries, but given the nearly-nothing she knew about dragons, Flora didn't think it would matter.
'Oh sure," Flora agrees with a breezy roll of her eyes as she reaches for a cloth to wipe her hands off with. "As one does." Approaching with smooth movements as if expecting the dragonling to panic at any moment and fly away, the Doubletake glances up to the rafters where Sugar was perched trying to determine if the older dragon looked her regular amount of haughty, or if she was offended by all of this.
"How is Sugar taking it?" Flora asks in a low whisper, before holding her hand up toward the top of Ronin's head for Spice to smell. Likely she'd smell of blushberries, but given the nearly-nothing she knew about dragons, Flora didn't think it would matter.
Flexing like a goddamn acrobat
Me and karma vibe like that
Me and karma vibe like that
