Stand Your Ground

Owning and being responsible for a dragon was one thing. Waking up one morning to said dragon speaking to you, was something altogether different.

At first it was cute. Richard, the slowly growing pale grey dragon with amber eyes, has proven to have a timid speaking voice to match his usual behavior. He wasn't an outgoing dragon by any means and he didn't actually get into much trouble (thankfully).

But he was kind of a passive aggressive brat that liked to hold onto gossip the way Noah did.

Now equipped with a harness and a light weight chain for safekeeping, the pair had wandered around for a long walk to burn off some energy. All the while, Richard would start pointing out various people along the way and spouting their secrets or just making vague comments (to which Noah either snickered about or gave his pet side eyes) such as:

"She's still in love with her ex…"

"I think he smells like feet."

"You know who smells good? That small girl that lives with us. She smells good all the time."

"Someone needs to put a fork in his eye and zip tie his tongue to his bottom lip!"

"Kavinsky snores...have you told him that? You should tell him that."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh….they've got pretty eyes."

"Adam needs to sleep...maybe I could go cuddle with him like I do you. Warmth helps you sleep!"

"I want something bloody on my salad tonight."

"What happened to the cute boy from before?"

Whether you overhear the little dragon speaking about you or you just want to know why Noah is probably on the verge of tears, feel free to invade their space.

The weather begins to shift. It's colder, not that Noah really notices that sort of thing anymore. But it's definitely colder, and things feel off when it comes to the energy field - something Noah notices right off.

The rain, the chance to enjoy rain again, however, is what causes him to head outside. For a few seconds, that's all it seems to be. Rain. Pure, beautiful, wet, rain.

Then that shifts as well.

Water, with the addition of blood. He stands there in it, full of a strange sort of wonder. Curiosity as it watches the pink, and red mixture pool in his palms and soak through his clothes. It probably looks like something straight out of a horror movie but he doesn't seem to care in this moment.

The tip of his tongue peeks out and it tastes like copper but other than that it doesn't bother him in the least.

"This feels like a fucked up bad omen but…." he shrugs to himself and pushes his hair back out of his face abscently kicks a puddle of the gross mixture.

Equal parts horrific and refreshing.

You Mustn't Be Late For The Ball

Noah was definitely not going to miss this marriage ceremony thing this time. He had missed the first one and now he was mostly curious about how it worked. Apparently names would be drawn from something but he sure as heck didn't throw his in anything so--

--well, this would be interesting enough that he actually sipped his drink with Richard still chained to his wrist, sitting between his feet for safety reasons.

"Everyone else I know is married now anyway, what's the worst that could happen?" he asked someone to his left. Richard looked over and huffed smoke out of his small nostrils.