About a Dragon
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“Of course you are.” She rubbed her eyes with her fists. “Exactly how many more dragons are there?”
Éibhear wasn’t sure what she meant or even if she was speaking to him, so he decided to ask. “Here, m’lady, or in the entire world?”
Without taking her hands away from her eyes, she snapped, “Why would I give a centaur’s shit about the entire world?”
A known fact among their kind was that Éibhear was the most tolerant of his entire kin. He liked humans as a general rule and called many among them friend. That didn’t mean, however, he had to let someone yell at him for no good reason.
Slowly, Éibhear moved away from her. But she didn’t really notice until he pulled his tail out from under her and her butt slammed down hard with the pile of gold that had been covering him.
“Ow.” Gorgeous, dark brown eyes turned to him. “What did you do that for?”
He shrugged. “I thought you wished to be alone.”
Another crash came from deeper inside the cave and the walls trembled. She pulled her legs in tighter and wrapped her arms around her body. “No,” she answered as she stared up at the ceiling, clearly terrified it would crash on top of her at any moment. “I do not wish to be alone. It will be nice to be buried alive with another. We’ll keep each other company in the afterlife.”
Taking a deep breath, she admitted, “I’m just so tired. I’m sorry if I offended you.”
“Oh, you didn’t.” Éibhear wanted to put her at ease, so he laid the tip of his snout on her raised knees. “I completely understand.”
* * *
Talaith stared down at the blue dragon snout lying dangerously close to her face. Ah, well this makes sense. And although she should at least feel wariness if not outright terror at this dragon, she didn’t. Something about him simply put her at ease. She couldn’t explain it and, at the moment, she didn’t want to.
“My brothers will stop anytime now,” he said reassuringly. “Usually when one or the other starts bleeding.”
“Aren’t you worried?”
“About?”
“The sturdiness of this cave.”
“Ah. This cave was here long before any of us were born, and will be here long after we go home to our ancestors.”
Another loud bang shook the walls, and Talaith placed her hand on the dragon’s head. For some unknown reason, she found it comforting.
In response, the blue snuggled in closer to her, sighing contentedly when she ran her hand through his hair. She couldn’t resist—it was blue!
“What is your name, m’lady?”
Even the dragon who had her for nearly two days never asked her that—as if he couldn’t be bothered. “Talaith. I am Talaith.”
“Very pretty name, m’lady.”
Still stroking the silky hair, Talaith finally gave a very small smile. “I am no lady, dragon. Merely the only daughter of a merchant.” And the chosen one of a goddess who is to…hmmm, probably shouldn’t mention that.
“I’ve met many with rank. You’re more royalty than most of them.”
Laughing, “You don’t even know me.”
The enormous dragon lifted his head and beautiful silver eyes focused on her. As he looked her over, she didn’t feel naked and uncomfortable at all, as she seemed to when the silver dragon did the same thing. No, she knew in her heart this dragon was simply assessing the situation before him.
His eyes narrowed dangerously. “Lady, what happened to your neck?” His snout gently brushed her throat where she’d hung from the town noose while they prepared the stake.
When she didn’t cringe at him being so close, she felt quite proud.
Shrugging, “My entire village tried to hang me yesterday morn.”
And as easily as he showed kindness, he grew angry. “Why would anyone do that to you?”
“Because I am a witch.”
He sniffed with indignation. “Well, of course you are. I can see the Magick all around you. But what about your family? Was there no one to protect you?”
She couldn’t help it, she chuckled. “My husband led them, Éibhear.” Gods, Talaith. That’s not funny.
He growled low and black smoke curled from his nostrils. “Do you want me to kill them? I can destroy a village you know? I can destroy them all.”
“That is very, um, sweet of you. But do not waste your time. Leave them to their ignorance, Éibhear. I can no longer be bothered.”
Staring a moment more, he nodded before placing his head back on her knees. “As you wish. But please let me know if you change your mind.”
Talaith grinned as she hadn’t in ages. “I will, Éibhear. I promise.”
* * *
Gwenvael held up his claw. “Stop. Stop.” He wiped his snout and looked at his gold talons. “Ack! Blood. I’m bleeding! Death comes for me!”
Briec rolled his eyes, annoyed beyond reason by his idiot brother’s antics. “Oh, grow a spine.”
Gwenvael roared and crouched down, prepared to charge him again, when Briec suddenly noticed his human had fled.
“Where’s the woman?”
Immediately Gwenvael became distracted. One just needed to mention something female and he became distracted. Gwenvael’s sexual prowess rivaled only by their grandfather’s.
“I don’t know.” He glanced around. “She was standing here a moment ago.”
Éibhear wasn’t sure what she meant or even if she was speaking to him, so he decided to ask. “Here, m’lady, or in the entire world?”
Without taking her hands away from her eyes, she snapped, “Why would I give a centaur’s shit about the entire world?”
A known fact among their kind was that Éibhear was the most tolerant of his entire kin. He liked humans as a general rule and called many among them friend. That didn’t mean, however, he had to let someone yell at him for no good reason.
Slowly, Éibhear moved away from her. But she didn’t really notice until he pulled his tail out from under her and her butt slammed down hard with the pile of gold that had been covering him.
“Ow.” Gorgeous, dark brown eyes turned to him. “What did you do that for?”
He shrugged. “I thought you wished to be alone.”
Another crash came from deeper inside the cave and the walls trembled. She pulled her legs in tighter and wrapped her arms around her body. “No,” she answered as she stared up at the ceiling, clearly terrified it would crash on top of her at any moment. “I do not wish to be alone. It will be nice to be buried alive with another. We’ll keep each other company in the afterlife.”
Taking a deep breath, she admitted, “I’m just so tired. I’m sorry if I offended you.”
“Oh, you didn’t.” Éibhear wanted to put her at ease, so he laid the tip of his snout on her raised knees. “I completely understand.”
* * *
Talaith stared down at the blue dragon snout lying dangerously close to her face. Ah, well this makes sense. And although she should at least feel wariness if not outright terror at this dragon, she didn’t. Something about him simply put her at ease. She couldn’t explain it and, at the moment, she didn’t want to.
“My brothers will stop anytime now,” he said reassuringly. “Usually when one or the other starts bleeding.”
“Aren’t you worried?”
“About?”
“The sturdiness of this cave.”
“Ah. This cave was here long before any of us were born, and will be here long after we go home to our ancestors.”
Another loud bang shook the walls, and Talaith placed her hand on the dragon’s head. For some unknown reason, she found it comforting.
In response, the blue snuggled in closer to her, sighing contentedly when she ran her hand through his hair. She couldn’t resist—it was blue!
“What is your name, m’lady?”
Even the dragon who had her for nearly two days never asked her that—as if he couldn’t be bothered. “Talaith. I am Talaith.”
“Very pretty name, m’lady.”
Still stroking the silky hair, Talaith finally gave a very small smile. “I am no lady, dragon. Merely the only daughter of a merchant.” And the chosen one of a goddess who is to…hmmm, probably shouldn’t mention that.
“I’ve met many with rank. You’re more royalty than most of them.”
Laughing, “You don’t even know me.”
The enormous dragon lifted his head and beautiful silver eyes focused on her. As he looked her over, she didn’t feel naked and uncomfortable at all, as she seemed to when the silver dragon did the same thing. No, she knew in her heart this dragon was simply assessing the situation before him.
His eyes narrowed dangerously. “Lady, what happened to your neck?” His snout gently brushed her throat where she’d hung from the town noose while they prepared the stake.
When she didn’t cringe at him being so close, she felt quite proud.
Shrugging, “My entire village tried to hang me yesterday morn.”
And as easily as he showed kindness, he grew angry. “Why would anyone do that to you?”
“Because I am a witch.”
He sniffed with indignation. “Well, of course you are. I can see the Magick all around you. But what about your family? Was there no one to protect you?”
She couldn’t help it, she chuckled. “My husband led them, Éibhear.” Gods, Talaith. That’s not funny.
He growled low and black smoke curled from his nostrils. “Do you want me to kill them? I can destroy a village you know? I can destroy them all.”
“That is very, um, sweet of you. But do not waste your time. Leave them to their ignorance, Éibhear. I can no longer be bothered.”
Staring a moment more, he nodded before placing his head back on her knees. “As you wish. But please let me know if you change your mind.”
Talaith grinned as she hadn’t in ages. “I will, Éibhear. I promise.”
* * *
Gwenvael held up his claw. “Stop. Stop.” He wiped his snout and looked at his gold talons. “Ack! Blood. I’m bleeding! Death comes for me!”
Briec rolled his eyes, annoyed beyond reason by his idiot brother’s antics. “Oh, grow a spine.”
Gwenvael roared and crouched down, prepared to charge him again, when Briec suddenly noticed his human had fled.
“Where’s the woman?”
Immediately Gwenvael became distracted. One just needed to mention something female and he became distracted. Gwenvael’s sexual prowess rivaled only by their grandfather’s.
“I don’t know.” He glanced around. “She was standing here a moment ago.”
