This Dream Isn't Feeling Sweet - OTA - Forward-timed to early Wednesday morning

[black_nimbus01]

Sleeplessness wasn't usually a problem for Draco. He was a busy man, directing people throughout the village like a the conductor of an orchestra. After all of that, for someone that ran on four to five hours a night, one might think sleep wouldn't be a problem at all. Usually it wasn't. Usually, Draco fell asleep quickly and woke up on time

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[iamhumanity]

Rarely did the creature sleep. He wandered at night when the village was quiet.

When he saw some light leaking from under the door to the ballroom, he pulled the door open as quietly as he could, peering in.

Ah, he knew that one, so he did not duck away.

[black_nimbus01]

Draco had routines he could practice, but he felt like messing around and letting the music take him where it would instead. It was a good way to inspire one's self, and figure out what needed to be worked on in general.

He was not at a professional level, but there was plenty of heart and attention to detail. After a stumble, Draco paused for a break, and grabbed up his sweat rag and water bottle. He was feeling better, calmer.

[iamhumanity]

There was beauty, the creature was learning, everywhere, when one didn't have to be so tuned to hate.

There was a moment when the creature decided whether to stay or go, before he finally stepped in to the room.

[black_nimbus01]

Failing to notice such a large person entering a room, even one as big as the ballroom, was a difficult thing to do.

Draco used the rag to wipe the sweat from his face and neck. "So we meet again! How are the adjustments to your room working out for you?"

[glaurnaneth]

Sleeping rarely - but when she did, decades could pass between fits of wakefulness - the Dragon is in a position to ... taste? Feel? Sense, anyway, the magic when Draco looses it on the floor of the ballroom.

She fades into view in a darkened corner of the space, then walks forward to better see who and what is happening here.

As it is the middle of the night, and she had been with Faramir, she wears what she once did all the time - nothing but the 'gold paint' of her skin.

[black_nimbus01]

Draco danced on, working on turns and bounds and such, not noticing Glaurnaneth for some time. When a glint of moonlight off her skin caught his eye, he nearly had a heart attack. Having a dragon lady watch you without you noticing tended to give a human a start.

"How long have you been standing there?" he asked, out of breath.

[glaurnaneth]

"But a few moments," she says.

Her tail weaves down to caress the magically-created cushion of air Draco had made, prodding the air curiously.

"You have magic?" she asks in return.

[black_nimbus01]

She had no reason to lie, so Draco shrugged it off. He watched her tail prod the charm with amusement as he used his top to absorb th sweat from his face.

"Yes. I'm a wizard."