"A deal?"
The dragon formed its words in a surprisingly throaty voice - not guttural and not unpleasant, and surprisingly coherent. Still, there was a quality to it that was distinctly non-human. Seph felt her syllables nudge against his sternum.
"And what would you have to trade me?" the dragon asked. It curled itself up - a relaxed pose, Seph knew, though its mass spiraled and tapered so that it loomed higher above him than it had before. Its "wings" now just resembled a haze that orbited and flickered around the fleshy twist of its body.
He thought, momentarily. "Two weeks," he offered, after not too much consideration, and then rethought things, and amended, stammering, "Or - ah - a month?"
"Suuurrre." Eyes rolled in a pretty obvious show of human condescension. The voice itself purled with mingled disgust and amusement. "You owe me already three monthss, Ssepha-el."
She always pronounced his name wrong, UUUGHH.
"Well," he said, deciding to sound impatient, "what do you want, then," and his voice trembled a bit but he was already beginning to calm down, slightly, now that she wasn't chasing him, now that it they weren't going into the deeper caverns where it was truly dark. He wiped his hands on his trousers, pinkish-red mud. His hands were only slightly scraped by the wall and the sand. Not his blood, then.
She turned her head and leaned toward him, regarding him with the left side of her long face. Her eyes glittered in the light that her own wings emitted. The first two were black as obsidian; the one further up after that was a brilliant molten orange-gold; the one after that one actually didn't glitter, but instead seemed to suck in the light, and glow dully with it, like the moon. Each of these three had its partner on the other side of her head, and apparently she had at least five other eyes positioned around her head, but they weren't visible in this plane.
Her skin was dry but scaled, very softly and delicately, like the scales of a butterfly's wing, yet it sometimes was so reflective it glistened wetly like the scales of a snake. Her maw was fairly long, horse-like but narrower, and her lips were as expressive as a human's, twisting with dragonic expressions over multiple, silver-colored canines and molars.
"I want you to Kiss me."
"And what would you have to trade me?" the dragon asked. It curled itself up - a relaxed pose, Seph knew, though its mass spiraled and tapered so that it loomed higher above him than it had before. Its "wings" now just resembled a haze that orbited and flickered around the fleshy twist of its body.
He thought, momentarily. "Two weeks," he offered, after not too much consideration, and then rethought things, and amended, stammering, "Or - ah - a month?"
"Suuurrre." Eyes rolled in a pretty obvious show of human condescension. The voice itself purled with mingled disgust and amusement. "You owe me already three monthss, Ssepha-el."
She always pronounced his name wrong, UUUGHH.
"Well," he said, deciding to sound impatient, "what do you want, then," and his voice trembled a bit but he was already beginning to calm down, slightly, now that she wasn't chasing him, now that it they weren't going into the deeper caverns where it was truly dark. He wiped his hands on his trousers, pinkish-red mud. His hands were only slightly scraped by the wall and the sand. Not his blood, then.
She turned her head and leaned toward him, regarding him with the left side of her long face. Her eyes glittered in the light that her own wings emitted. The first two were black as obsidian; the one further up after that was a brilliant molten orange-gold; the one after that one actually didn't glitter, but instead seemed to suck in the light, and glow dully with it, like the moon. Each of these three had its partner on the other side of her head, and apparently she had at least five other eyes positioned around her head, but they weren't visible in this plane.
Her skin was dry but scaled, very softly and delicately, like the scales of a butterfly's wing, yet it sometimes was so reflective it glistened wetly like the scales of a snake. Her maw was fairly long, horse-like but narrower, and her lips were as expressive as a human's, twisting with dragonic expressions over multiple, silver-colored canines and molars.
"I want you to Kiss me."
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