Aeroa hissed.
The sound was not so much like a snake's hiss and more like the hiss of water misting at a waterfall's bottom; her wings flared about, and some of the pinion-particles grazed him, contributing to the feeling of being splashed with water. His skin glowed where they passed through it, and chilled his bones in precise pinpoints.
Seph was versed enough in dragon expressions to know that the hiss was not an angry one, but a flustered and somewhat embarrassed one — the whip of her tail-tip and the fact her body was constricting itself into a tighter spiral was evidence of that. It was rather like a human more tightly crossing his or her arms. Aeroa tossed her head and regarded him with a roll of her lower pair of eyes, the ones which he knew were the most blind in Low, despite their being the most fierce-looking, with the vivid sulfurous yellow color.
He smiled slightly and held his ground while Aeroa fidgeted, wings swirling, tightening; then finally, she relaxed.
"I will void the monthss you owe me, and this current inssident, for a Kisss."
"Not enough," Seph said immediately, finding comfort and confidence in the fact that she was squirming with embarrassment. Dragons were pretty dangerous, but Seph knew better than anyone that their self-consciousness was their greatest weakness. Once they began to focus on themselves, it was hard for them to do little else.
Her breast bulged indignantly.
"Belligerent! Little human, the thingss I could do to you...! Did you not ssay you wished a deal?"
"I would give you a Kiss anymore than you would give me your left arm," Seph snapped back, and Aeroa hissed again. Her left arm was her favorite.
"I still want to do a deal with you," Seph said quickly, and straightened, standing and beginning to put away his knife, still glowing with gore. "But not for that."
Aeroa huffed, and after a moment gave up.
"Very well," she agreed, and tossed her head, wildly. In the light, the sharp movement seemed to cling to the air, so for a while it looked like there were five dragons shaking their head, four of them ghosts moving through honey-thick air.
"Thiss iss what I want: a mussic from Tenor."
Seph was versed enough in dragon expressions to know that the hiss was not an angry one, but a flustered and somewhat embarrassed one — the whip of her tail-tip and the fact her body was constricting itself into a tighter spiral was evidence of that. It was rather like a human more tightly crossing his or her arms. Aeroa tossed her head and regarded him with a roll of her lower pair of eyes, the ones which he knew were the most blind in Low, despite their being the most fierce-looking, with the vivid sulfurous yellow color.
He smiled slightly and held his ground while Aeroa fidgeted, wings swirling, tightening; then finally, she relaxed.
"I will void the monthss you owe me, and this current inssident, for a Kisss."
"Not enough," Seph said immediately, finding comfort and confidence in the fact that she was squirming with embarrassment. Dragons were pretty dangerous, but Seph knew better than anyone that their self-consciousness was their greatest weakness. Once they began to focus on themselves, it was hard for them to do little else.
Her breast bulged indignantly.
"Belligerent! Little human, the thingss I could do to you...! Did you not ssay you wished a deal?"
"I would give you a Kiss anymore than you would give me your left arm," Seph snapped back, and Aeroa hissed again. Her left arm was her favorite.
"I still want to do a deal with you," Seph said quickly, and straightened, standing and beginning to put away his knife, still glowing with gore. "But not for that."
Aeroa huffed, and after a moment gave up.
"Very well," she agreed, and tossed her head, wildly. In the light, the sharp movement seemed to cling to the air, so for a while it looked like there were five dragons shaking their head, four of them ghosts moving through honey-thick air.
"Thiss iss what I want: a mussic from Tenor."
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