"Very obvious," the female replied. Her angry posture had softened, her rigid tail relaxing into a slow weaving back and forth behind her thighs. She glanced up and down the street as Aussir slid out of his saddle, keeping well back from the horse. The way she glanced at the large quadruped seemed to suggest she had an inate mistrust for the beast.
But then Aussir was between her and the horse and Drachiathoryx let her gaze slide over the large white drake with renewed interest. He was quite impressive and she was not shy about letting her ember gaze wander. She resisted the urge to reach out and touch his interesting wings. All in due time.
"Perhaps the chivalrous route works on some females, Aussir, but in my case I consider myself quite self-sufficient. I don't need you to look out for me, even if I appreciate the gesture." She readjusted the satchel where it rested against her hip, the hard surface of the heavy tomes fairly unforgiving. The salacious dragoness had resigned herself to being the only person she could count on a long time ago.
"I may have made a bit of a nuisance of myself at the tavern before I left," Drache admitted with a feral grin, quite satisfied with her saucy exit. "I have a better idea. There's a garden at the end of Chandler Avenue before it drops over the cliff. There's a nice view and it's quiet at night." It was also closer than the Market Square.
Her eyes flicked up to the horse again. She realized that Aussir was trying to be kind, even though he was offering help when it wasn't really needed. If he had offered to carry the bag himself she may have been happy to hand it over and accept the offer, but things changed when horses were involved. "It's nice of you to offer but...I have never ridden a horse before. Most of the time they don't seem to appreciate having someone like me on their backs. I'm surprised that it...that she allows you in the saddle." It was hard to think of horses as anything other than food. "I came back to the city on the back of an Auric Beetle but I really don't have any experience riding. At least not that kind of ridng." She winked suggestively at Aussir.
"Are you sure it wont spook?" Tentatively, she edged towards the horse and held out her clawed hand, fully expecting the horses eyes to roll, its ears to pin back, and to have to snatch her hand back from those massive flat-topped teeth.
But then Aussir was between her and the horse and Drachiathoryx let her gaze slide over the large white drake with renewed interest. He was quite impressive and she was not shy about letting her ember gaze wander. She resisted the urge to reach out and touch his interesting wings. All in due time.
"Perhaps the chivalrous route works on some females, Aussir, but in my case I consider myself quite self-sufficient. I don't need you to look out for me, even if I appreciate the gesture." She readjusted the satchel where it rested against her hip, the hard surface of the heavy tomes fairly unforgiving. The salacious dragoness had resigned herself to being the only person she could count on a long time ago.
"I may have made a bit of a nuisance of myself at the tavern before I left," Drache admitted with a feral grin, quite satisfied with her saucy exit. "I have a better idea. There's a garden at the end of Chandler Avenue before it drops over the cliff. There's a nice view and it's quiet at night." It was also closer than the Market Square.
Her eyes flicked up to the horse again. She realized that Aussir was trying to be kind, even though he was offering help when it wasn't really needed. If he had offered to carry the bag himself she may have been happy to hand it over and accept the offer, but things changed when horses were involved. "It's nice of you to offer but...I have never ridden a horse before. Most of the time they don't seem to appreciate having someone like me on their backs. I'm surprised that it...that she allows you in the saddle." It was hard to think of horses as anything other than food. "I came back to the city on the back of an Auric Beetle but I really don't have any experience riding. At least not that kind of ridng." She winked suggestively at Aussir.
"Are you sure it wont spook?" Tentatively, she edged towards the horse and held out her clawed hand, fully expecting the horses eyes to roll, its ears to pin back, and to have to snatch her hand back from those massive flat-topped teeth.