She doesn’t seem to understand, to which he concludes the former King of Loess hadn’t visited Taiga when stuck in his dragon shape, and perhaps that’d been for the best. He doesn’t like the image of Taiga burning - if anything, the north should be cold and glazed over - but it also means she hadn’t seen the assault of the Isle. He’s not sure if that is a good or bad thing to her, or to him. He’d insisted on Oceane visiting the Isle before talking politics, and perhaps he should do the same with everyone; but Izora had offered the greens of Taiga already, and being territories in the same kingdom, he supposes that they’re already allies; much different from what the situation had been with the purple and blue opalescent mare.
Much more fun is the way she gasps when he picks her up, her razing heartbeat and the slight outbreak of cold sweat - trust is one thing, experience another - but when they stand in the small cave and the water deafens them, he just grins his pointy teeth at her. ”Never trust a dragon.” he tells her, but he is playful and moves his tail and ear accordingly; in that, his horse instincts are still there. He smiles knowingly at her, but doesn’t elaborate on secrets - one too-close question was enough for the day. He might have told her the same thing he told others once - the hoarding pretty maidens, gold, and game - eating the ones who weren’t worth the effort - and for a moment he wonders what it would be like if he actually did those things, forsake the horse society altogether, and kidnap the pretty girls to a spot only he could reach. But no - maybe he would if he retired, but not now. He’d sworn off the kind of lifestyle to get involved with women - instead focused on keeping the Isle alive, nurse it back to health and flourish entirely like it hadn’t before.
He doesn’t answer her unspoken question, instead lets the rushing water distract him. ”I could lock you in here, I suppose.” he chuckles. ”But I guess then the Taigans will never let me hear the end of it.” Nashua in particular, he thinks. He stretches out a wing into the water, but it gets slapped down. Hmm. Still, he is not the type to sit still; with a large jump he is gone, crashing through the waterfall, now landing in the pool below. Looking up, she can hardly be seen; knowing she is there, he can pinpoint the purple glow, but otherwise she would not be found. He considers leaving her there for a while longer just to annoy her - maybe he should hunt some game and get a meal first, or splash around some more. But after a minute or so he decides against it, and flies up to freeze the waterfall once more. She’ll probably see his silhouette, so it shouldn’t be a surprise when the qater stips again - if just as temporarily as before.
Much more fun is the way she gasps when he picks her up, her razing heartbeat and the slight outbreak of cold sweat - trust is one thing, experience another - but when they stand in the small cave and the water deafens them, he just grins his pointy teeth at her. ”Never trust a dragon.” he tells her, but he is playful and moves his tail and ear accordingly; in that, his horse instincts are still there. He smiles knowingly at her, but doesn’t elaborate on secrets - one too-close question was enough for the day. He might have told her the same thing he told others once - the hoarding pretty maidens, gold, and game - eating the ones who weren’t worth the effort - and for a moment he wonders what it would be like if he actually did those things, forsake the horse society altogether, and kidnap the pretty girls to a spot only he could reach. But no - maybe he would if he retired, but not now. He’d sworn off the kind of lifestyle to get involved with women - instead focused on keeping the Isle alive, nurse it back to health and flourish entirely like it hadn’t before.
He doesn’t answer her unspoken question, instead lets the rushing water distract him. ”I could lock you in here, I suppose.” he chuckles. ”But I guess then the Taigans will never let me hear the end of it.” Nashua in particular, he thinks. He stretches out a wing into the water, but it gets slapped down. Hmm. Still, he is not the type to sit still; with a large jump he is gone, crashing through the waterfall, now landing in the pool below. Looking up, she can hardly be seen; knowing she is there, he can pinpoint the purple glow, but otherwise she would not be found. He considers leaving her there for a while longer just to annoy her - maybe he should hunt some game and get a meal first, or splash around some more. But after a minute or so he decides against it, and flies up to freeze the waterfall once more. She’ll probably see his silhouette, so it shouldn’t be a surprise when the qater stips again - if just as temporarily as before.
nothing burns like the cold
Leilan
@[Izora Lethia
idk what he’s doing
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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