your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
The pale dragon looks up at the approaching dragoon, her wings spread and her teeth barred as if she wasn't the size of a housecat and might pose some actual threat to him. Swatting her tail back and forth, it was only as he knelt down, his posture and tone conspiratorial rather than mad that the little creature perked up. Trilling something softly, Spice flaps her wings once to lift herself over the spilled oil before moving to hide behind Zavien as Flora makes her way hastily forward.
It takes the queen only a moment to appraise the situation—the dragoon on his knees, the spilled oil, the not very hidden dragon—such that her aqua eyes glitter with amusement as she folds her arms over her chest. "I can feel you, you know." She hums, her gaze directed somewhere toward Zavien's hip where Spice has the good sense to poke her head out entirely innocently.
"Sorry about this." The Doubletake murmurs, flashing the dragoon an apologetic smile. "If she had it her way she'd have you taking all the blame."
It takes the queen only a moment to appraise the situation—the dragoon on his knees, the spilled oil, the not very hidden dragon—such that her aqua eyes glitter with amusement as she folds her arms over her chest. "I can feel you, you know." She hums, her gaze directed somewhere toward Zavien's hip where Spice has the good sense to poke her head out entirely innocently.
"Sorry about this." The Doubletake murmurs, flashing the dragoon an apologetic smile. "If she had it her way she'd have you taking all the blame."
