Not on my (husband's) Watch
Lady Sybil Ramkin-Vimes had seen her husband off to his duty, which she understood, and had put on her dragon-tending armor that she'd arrived in, strapped her son to her chest behind said flame retardant material, tucked the moon rat in there with him and hefted the dragon.
"It's time for you to mature," she'd told the silvery whittle, and headed out of the compound. She knew where New Atlantis was, and Sam had beseeched her (he probably would have said 'told', but that was beseeching, in his own way) to go there, but only because she refused to stay in their room and the only alternative she was giving him was accompanying him to whatever front line there would be.
The dragon was extremely nervous and smoking, and his scales were growing warm, even through her gloves. Toby Ziegler, who'd been grabbed, literally, by his collar and dragged into toe with his fellow councilman's wife, was also nervous and, unfortunately, not smoking. A cigar right now would have been much appreciated.
"Is that entirely, ah-" he started but Sybil nodded firmly, once.
"There are few forces as destructive as well aimed dragon fire. Now, now," she added, to the Smut, and tugged his neck and tail to straighten out the combustion pipe of his esophagus, "focus all that stuff," she said. Sam made a contribution that was difficult to hear through the general noise of the jungle.
And then a vampire stepped out of the trees. It was clearly a vampire, but not necessarily one from the Disc. It snarled. Sybil's eyes narrowed and she cooed to the dragon, "Right about now, if you please," and then gave a firm little yank on his bottom.
The dragon opened its mouth and spewed forth a raging plume of white hot fire. When it dissipated the dragon hiccuped and gave Sybil a mildly shocked, somewhat perturbed look. She smiled at him and gave his jaw, which was for the first time in along time not dribbling something corrosive, an encouraging little pat.
"Good boy." She walked onward. After a prolonged moment of shock, Toby followed.
[If you have a pup journeying to New Atlantis or without an actual fearplot plan, feel free to let a heavily armored and impressively towering Sybil, armed with flamethrower dragon escort you. Probably a great time to meet her, re: dragon.]
"It's time for you to mature," she'd told the silvery whittle, and headed out of the compound. She knew where New Atlantis was, and Sam had beseeched her (he probably would have said 'told', but that was beseeching, in his own way) to go there, but only because she refused to stay in their room and the only alternative she was giving him was accompanying him to whatever front line there would be.
The dragon was extremely nervous and smoking, and his scales were growing warm, even through her gloves. Toby Ziegler, who'd been grabbed, literally, by his collar and dragged into toe with his fellow councilman's wife, was also nervous and, unfortunately, not smoking. A cigar right now would have been much appreciated.
"Is that entirely, ah-" he started but Sybil nodded firmly, once.
"There are few forces as destructive as well aimed dragon fire. Now, now," she added, to the Smut, and tugged his neck and tail to straighten out the combustion pipe of his esophagus, "focus all that stuff," she said. Sam made a contribution that was difficult to hear through the general noise of the jungle.
And then a vampire stepped out of the trees. It was clearly a vampire, but not necessarily one from the Disc. It snarled. Sybil's eyes narrowed and she cooed to the dragon, "Right about now, if you please," and then gave a firm little yank on his bottom.
The dragon opened its mouth and spewed forth a raging plume of white hot fire. When it dissipated the dragon hiccuped and gave Sybil a mildly shocked, somewhat perturbed look. She smiled at him and gave his jaw, which was for the first time in along time not dribbling something corrosive, an encouraging little pat.
"Good boy." She walked onward. After a prolonged moment of shock, Toby followed.
[If you have a pup journeying to New Atlantis or without an actual fearplot plan, feel free to let a heavily armored and impressively towering Sybil, armed with flamethrower dragon escort you. Probably a great time to meet her, re: dragon.]