the baffled king composing hallelujah
Sugar lounged on Ronin's lap as if it were a throne, her chin resting on the hunter's forearm, her silvery slip of a tail swishing to and fro, like an agitated cat. Icy eyes watched slyly as the other dragon approached, and a low growl thrummed in her throat. Ronin smirked and gave her a nudge. "Oi," he said. "Be nice."
Said nudge had her haughtily sitting up in his lap to appraise Pim, wondering what the little (read: much larger than she was) dragon was all about. "I can get drinks, don't you worry about that," he said with a grin at Remi, though it would have to wait until Sugar decided whether Pim was a friend or prey.
In the meantime, Aoife babbled and directed the construction of the blanket fort as best she knew how - though it was interspersed with squeals of delight as Remi continued to try to 'eat' her. "I think she'll be an architect with the way this is coming along," Ronin joked, grinning. "What'd you reckon?"
Said nudge had her haughtily sitting up in his lap to appraise Pim, wondering what the little (read: much larger than she was) dragon was all about. "I can get drinks, don't you worry about that," he said with a grin at Remi, though it would have to wait until Sugar decided whether Pim was a friend or prey.
In the meantime, Aoife babbled and directed the construction of the blanket fort as best she knew how - though it was interspersed with squeals of delight as Remi continued to try to 'eat' her. "I think she'll be an architect with the way this is coming along," Ronin joked, grinning. "What'd you reckon?"
