Oh, you say you have to fall apart to really be someone
"No harm done," she said mildly, about the added dust, "I've had far worse things thrown at me." A bit of dirt was nothing to make a fuss about, especially since it had been unintentional. Maea watched the dragon rather than the man anyway, aware of his consternation and more than used to it; any discomfort gave way to a soft smile as the companion came up to greet her.
Allowing the dragon to search her pockets for crumbs, the Ancient crouched down to balance on the balls of her feet, and produced a dry cheese rind as an offering. "Hello Boreal," she breathed, something akin to awe in her voice, and in the reverant way she ran a hand over the pale scales. "You are a beauty, aren't you. I wish I had something better to offer... but the downside of traveling light is the lack of snacks along the way."
She could easily spend the whole day absorbed in the exquisite detail of wings and talons, scales and spikes. A good chunk would have disappeared too, if she hadn't been acutely aware of the dragons bonded and his no doubt growing curiosity. Or alarm - she did tend to unnerve some people. She glanced over after a while and looked between the shovel, the hole and the rootbound rose, before politely meeting the man's gaze.
"The plant.. is it for a loved one?" The question was gently placed, as she would be reluctant to cause undue distress if it was a sore subject. She certainly had her own grief buried in similar soil; last time Maea dug in this garden it hadn't been to plant roses.
Allowing the dragon to search her pockets for crumbs, the Ancient crouched down to balance on the balls of her feet, and produced a dry cheese rind as an offering. "Hello Boreal," she breathed, something akin to awe in her voice, and in the reverant way she ran a hand over the pale scales. "You are a beauty, aren't you. I wish I had something better to offer... but the downside of traveling light is the lack of snacks along the way."
She could easily spend the whole day absorbed in the exquisite detail of wings and talons, scales and spikes. A good chunk would have disappeared too, if she hadn't been acutely aware of the dragons bonded and his no doubt growing curiosity. Or alarm - she did tend to unnerve some people. She glanced over after a while and looked between the shovel, the hole and the rootbound rose, before politely meeting the man's gaze.
"The plant.. is it for a loved one?" The question was gently placed, as she would be reluctant to cause undue distress if it was a sore subject. She certainly had her own grief buried in similar soil; last time Maea dug in this garden it hadn't been to plant roses.
