Nhim had been minding her own business, flying along at a sedate pace across the countryside, and preparing to land on a large outcropping of rock. (Given her bad leg, this was tricker than one might've supposed.) Instead of feeling her back claws grip rough stone, however, she saw a flash of light-and found herself scrabbling for purchase against
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But he talks like a sailor.
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It's a small, cute animal that talks. Clearly, it must be some hero's key-filching, comic relief pet!
"Hello," she says, lowering her head closer to ground level. "I don't suppose you've any idea what just happened."
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Okay, yah, he probably is.
"You knocked over a car." The Bunny turns his head from her, to gnaw on his rear foot. "Pretty bitchin."
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The dragon's fins flattened as she looked around, again. "My main concern, though, is how I got here. Have any wizards been experimenting lately?"
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The Rabbit turns his gaze upon the dragon again, beady red eyes gleaming. "Don't suppose you were created by Disney, were ya?" Hey, don't laugh, they're the ones who created dragons in his world.
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She blinks, tilting her head as she peers at The Rabbit. "Diz-nee?" she said, sounding it out. "No, my sire and dam were Gaethtas the Golden and Icha the Off-White."
Dragons, man. They like their titles, silly as they sound.
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She shrugs again, grunting a bit at the strain against the stiff joints. "I doubt 'lover' would fit, but I'm not indifferent to them."
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Nhim pauses. "Or occasionally some sort of halfing, but that hasn't happened since..." She tilts her head to the side, thinking. "Oh, about two hundred years ago."
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