"Uh!" Saint exclaims, drawing back from Dace with wide, genuinely surprised eyes. Her expression suggests that no one has ever chastised her behavior before. Water coats her scales in a silvery gleam; little drops leave her cheeks the way tears do, making little noises beneath the rush of the moving water. "You got me all wet," she states with a miffed frown, gaze finally focusing back on the stallion. Saint thinks he did that on purpose, but she doesn't ask - not yet.
A begrudging grin lifts the dragonness' lips when he asks what tricks she has. Her scaled tail submerged in the water flicks upward excitedly, showering Saint's hindquarters with light and liquid. Sharp teeth flash beneath her lips in a hint at some of her tricks.
"You saw most of mine," Saint states with a shrug of her shoulders, casting reddish black eyes to the trees on the shoreline behind Dace. "But maybe . . ." she trails off, taking one offhand step closer to the water-wearer. Her eyes are almost glazed as she thinks, and she is paying so little attention that she does not bother to sidestep in her path to land. Her scales brush freely against Dace, a sensation that makes her blink back to reality but does not slow her movement.
When Saint reaches the shore, she shifts her hooves into her dragon's talons, dipping her nose to the faint line between mud and grass. "Watch," she calls just loud enough for the stallion to hear. When she speaks, the grass quivers, lifting to her mouth with tiny green arms of worship.
"I'm a plant dragon," Saint states, suddenly lifting her head and turning to face the water. "Plants are stronger around me."
—Saint—
into the fray
@[Dace] :))