10-16-2019, 12:22 AM
The river water is a clear, summer blue. Saint peers at it irritably, wondering if the flitting fish know she wants them dead. One day, when the dragonnes is much older and wiser, she will find regret in her heart for what little respect she has for the creatures around her—at least, that is the idea for most self-aware beings, perhaps she will feel nothing when it all finally falls into place.
Mud flecks her hooves and the gemstone glimmer of her scales, so the opal girl takes a couple of steps into the water just when Rebelle makes her presence known. Saint whips her head around, dragon eyes turning a near-black crimsons as she turns. A stranger, or even an enemy, is not exactly what she wants to see while failing at controlling her magic; so, she seethes, little tendrils of smoke trailing out of her nostrils.
“Baby vamp, huh? Gotta say . . . that sounds a lot better than fish girl.” Her response comes with a satisfied snark—not like she succeeded in insulting Rebelle, but that her unkempt frustration finds a place. The whip-crack of Saint’s tail against her steely hocks fills the silence that spreads between the pair.
“Why are you always so disgruntled when you run into someone in a shared space?” Her eyes roll and her legs splash in the water as she makes an exaggerated effort to face her companion. “I do admire the effort . . . but aren’t you at least a little exhausted from the all that trying?”
@[Rebelle]
Mud flecks her hooves and the gemstone glimmer of her scales, so the opal girl takes a couple of steps into the water just when Rebelle makes her presence known. Saint whips her head around, dragon eyes turning a near-black crimsons as she turns. A stranger, or even an enemy, is not exactly what she wants to see while failing at controlling her magic; so, she seethes, little tendrils of smoke trailing out of her nostrils.
“Baby vamp, huh? Gotta say . . . that sounds a lot better than fish girl.” Her response comes with a satisfied snark—not like she succeeded in insulting Rebelle, but that her unkempt frustration finds a place. The whip-crack of Saint’s tail against her steely hocks fills the silence that spreads between the pair.
“Why are you always so disgruntled when you run into someone in a shared space?” Her eyes roll and her legs splash in the water as she makes an exaggerated effort to face her companion. “I do admire the effort . . . but aren’t you at least a little exhausted from the all that trying?”
@[Rebelle]
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