Carried away like so much dragonbait. Never a dull day.
[ Loki says as Rhaegal gets scolded for trying to claim them. he still sounds amiable, but he keeps watch of them. just like so many other things in this world, they are still what they are. they're still dragons, no matter how well they respond to her. she seems to have taken to traversing the skies, but Unseelie were known for their adaptability, so it doesn't surprise him. there's something intoxicating about dancing on air, footsteps leaving trails in the clouds, something akin to the elation of sudden freedom.
they weren't, of course.
it was a momentary trick, but what were lies worth if they offered nothing? ]
Of course I can. [ he tosses his dark nailed fingers as they dawdle. ] Loki of many skills, they call me, especially those that have to do with running away.
[ That draws an eyebrow raise, pointed and incredulous. There is no pride in running away. ] You must have better boasts than that, surely. [ Come on, Loki.
Drogon's nearly caught up to them now, and seems inclined to swerve around them and continue on his way. She wants to capture his interest. ]
But what are you waiting for? [ she smiles again, buoyed by the rush of hot air that engulfs them in his wake. The frost melts from her hair and her lashes, turning to vapor, and Rhaegal shrieks in protest at being thus buffeted, flapping off to try and deliver a hearty bite to his brother's tail. ] We must give him something to race. [ And with a tug upon his waist, she gets them to a running start, behaving for all the world as if her life isn't one slipped grasp away from falling to her death. ]
[ hey, running away could be done in absolute style. the smirk that he offers her is almost cheeky. he made being a lying good-for-nothing into an art, and he displays it as such.
maybe he had better boasts, and maybe they were all still terrible. ]
Hey! Aren't we running right now? You'd be glad for it! [ but he wonders just how much she caught of that, because she quickens her pace fearlessly and he has to make the effort to keep beside her.
with an amused puff he mutters something beneath his breath and they disappear, reappearing far enough in the clouds that the details of the dragons are lost. ]
Somehow I don't think they're going to be fond of losing.
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[ Loki says as Rhaegal gets scolded for trying to claim them. he still sounds amiable, but he keeps watch of them. just like so many other things in this world, they are still what they are. they're still dragons, no matter how well they respond to her. she seems to have taken to traversing the skies, but Unseelie were known for their adaptability, so it doesn't surprise him. there's something intoxicating about dancing on air, footsteps leaving trails in the clouds, something akin to the elation of sudden freedom.
they weren't, of course.
it was a momentary trick, but what were lies worth if they offered nothing? ]
Of course I can. [ he tosses his dark nailed fingers as they dawdle. ] Loki of many skills, they call me, especially those that have to do with running away.
[ don't be proud of that, Loki. ]
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Drogon's nearly caught up to them now, and seems inclined to swerve around them and continue on his way. She wants to capture his interest. ]
But what are you waiting for? [ she smiles again, buoyed by the rush of hot air that engulfs them in his wake. The frost melts from her hair and her lashes, turning to vapor, and Rhaegal shrieks in protest at being thus buffeted, flapping off to try and deliver a hearty bite to his brother's tail. ] We must give him something to race. [ And with a tug upon his waist, she gets them to a running start, behaving for all the world as if her life isn't one slipped grasp away from falling to her death. ]
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maybe he had better boasts, and maybe they were all still terrible. ]
Hey! Aren't we running right now? You'd be glad for it! [ but he wonders just how much she caught of that, because she quickens her pace fearlessly and he has to make the effort to keep beside her.
with an amused puff he mutters something beneath his breath and they disappear, reappearing far enough in the clouds that the details of the dragons are lost. ]
Somehow I don't think they're going to be fond of losing.