[ she decides not to follow it up. it's not like he needs to know what her weakness is; as far as she knows, this place doesn't even have dragons (hah). the ones before her especially doesn't count, with their wide eyes and playful behavior. again, it's difficult to look at them and not reminded of her time with mikhail, but she does her best to push aside that sentimentalism and approach these "dragons" with an objective mind.
they're ugly, they're dumb as hell, and they sure as hell aren't dragons.
that doesn't stop her from continue to stroke the creature's scaly skin, until it coos.
and she cracks a small smile at that. ]
What the hell do you want? [ there's laughter in her mocking tone, and a hint of fondness that never managed to fully escape her. ] It doesn't seem particularly grateful of its savior.
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they're ugly, they're dumb as hell, and they sure as hell aren't dragons.
that doesn't stop her from continue to stroke the creature's scaly skin, until it coos.
and she cracks a small smile at that. ]
What the hell do you want? [ there's laughter in her mocking tone, and a hint of fondness that never managed to fully escape her. ] It doesn't seem particularly grateful of its savior.