ROLEPLAY HQ - dragon-taming

The air rolled crisp on the verge of bitter off Shipbreaker Bay as the sun rose steadily over the distant line which marked the ends of the ocean. The seasons were just beginning to turn now, but no one in the market seemed to notice save Beau. Her glistening hazel eyes were turned heavenward as she was led along the narrow, winding streets of the little village her mistress had determined to pass through on their way to Kingsgrave, the seat of House Lonmouth and the home of her mistress' distant relatives. Beau had, as usual, assumed her dragon form and was a spot of brilliant white surrounded by a multitude of vibrant colors - the market was filled with all manner of trinkets and cheap 'finery' which could be bought for precious little coin and then promptly given away. Why her mistress had seen fit to pause here, of all places, rather mystified her - expensive clothes and jewels had been all she had known under the care of Lady Benning and the rather economic nature of the goods on display seemed a vast departure from her usual fare. She bobbed along at Lady Benning's side, her mouth clamped shut and her wings bound firmly to her sides by a matching muzzle and harness of golden braid. The rather narrow rope wasn't truly enough to contain her should she choose to escape, but Lady Benning needn't know. Beau was simply happy to be out and about for once and not cooped up in a parlor. She practically pranced her way down the narrow stretch between stalls and danced in place each time her mistress paused to admire the wares within.

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Her eyes wandered aimless over the intensely interesting scene - so many and varied people, and even a few dragons to be seen! One rather large, brutish creature - a wingless Waggoner - was busily hauling a large cart filled with pottery. His great, blunt head and drab, earthy coloration immediately caught Beau's attention and she stared openly at it, tilting her head from side to side in readily apparent curiosity. The Waggoner only gradually became aware that he was being watched, but the moment his beady black eyes fixed upon the brilliant plumage of the Midnight nearby, he began to wuffle and growl in agitation. Unaccustomed to interaction with others of her kind, Beau continued to stare openly - not realizing that the Waggoner took her open and fearless gaze as a taunt, if not an outright challenge. He bellowed long and low and began to turn his great body toward her, ignoring entirely the weight of his burden as though it were nothing at all. His handler immediately began to bark commands and tug at his leads but the beast would not answer - he seemed determined to engage the feathery menace even within the narrow confines of the busy market.

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Realizing the Waggoner's intent a second too late, Beau emitted a thoroughly unladylike squawk and attempted to bound away - forgetting entirely that her lead was still wrapped around the wrist of Lady Benning. Clearing one stall and landing on the roof of another, she turned to look back just in time to see Lady Benning topple over a large urn as she was dragged nearly limp behind. With a trill of concern, Beau abandoned her attempt to escape and hopped eagerly over to her mistress' prone form in an effort to see that she was unharmed...only to receive a steady stream of expletives and the angry boxing of her ears. "You wretched, worthless creature! Why are you physically incapable of behaving?! I cannot take you anywhere! All descends into chaos!" Beau arched her neck and bowed her head, unflinching beneath the blows her mistress dealt her. Once or twice she attempted to appease her with murmured apologies, but Lady Benning would not hear her.

Walking through the market Dominic had a large frown on his face as he looked around, the place was too loud and vibrant for his tastes. The sellers there had always tried to get his attention to try and make him buy something. Or at least the newcomers would the seasoned merchants had quickly learnt that he wasn’t the type to buy anything. Well, he wouldn’t buy anything like this at least. He just needed to pass through here to get to the palace, this was the fastest way after all. He was in need a new dragon even if the thought of replacing Salathazar had made his stomach churn he knew that it was something that he needed to do. The dragon rider was dressed in fine robes and a cloak that had given away his wealth and class, anyone who was educated probably would have noticed the Myrddin crest on his shoulder that was stitched into his cape. Not that many people were paying much attention to him though when people met his eyes, he would glare at them with his hand at his sword which tended to be enough to scare most people. Underneath his cape he was wearing some sturdy chainmail, he wasn’t intending to get into a fight but he wanted to always be ready for one. The chainmail was new but the sword was almost an heirloom to him, he had gotten it when he had first become a Dragon rider. It was one of his last mementos from that war.

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- When he noticed the Wagoner, he had quickly paused as he looked at the creature, he had always loved dragons ever since he was a child, he had grown up with them. One of his earliest memories was riding his older brother's dragon with him after they had snuck away from his parents to have fun. The Waggoner’s were not creatures that he had liked nearly as much as Drake’s but still at least they were more usual than Midnight’s. At least they were more usual when you could keep them under control when they were raging, they could be deadly. He had quickly noticed that the creature was acting aggressively it was as if the animal felt it was being challenged. His body tensed as he noticed that his hand going to his sword on the odd chance that he needed to slay the beasts but right now he was more focused on trying to find the source of the animal's rage. When he found the source, it was already too late as he saw a Midnight starring down the creature. Midnights were the weakest of the dragons and they weren’t aggressive so he was sure that this was all due to a misunderstanding. But the dragon was too enraged to come to consider that as well. He was caught off guard as he watched the animal try and attack the dragon. (edited)

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- He couldn’t help himself as he watched the owner of the smaller dragon get dragged around with her as if she was the one being walked causing him to let out a small laugh as he walked over to the Wagoner to make sure that it wouldn’t be a danger to anyone else. His muscles tensed as he walked right in front of it knowing that any onlookers would be thinking that he was crazy but he was a Dragon Rider taming dragons was one of his most developed skills. Waggoner’s were one of the hardest to tame for people, and that was because you were supposed to match them in might. He looked the creature in the eyes, his gaze fearless but not aggressive before he lifted up his arm and struck the creature as if he was karate chopping it. He hit the bridge of its nose, hard enough to hurt but not hard enough to deal lasting damage. “Calm down, the dragon wasn’t meaning to challenge you.” he ordered the dragon with a firm tone. (edited)

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- When he was done with the Wagoner, he turned around with a heel turn to check on the other dragon and the woman that had been knocked to the floor. He felt a rush of anger run through him as he saw the sight that had befallen the Midnight. The old hag was hitting and berating the dragon making him glare at her as he marched over to her. The moment he got in reach he quickly lashed out his hand seizing her wrist in a painful wrist as he glared at the woman. “Dragons are not pets!” he snapped at the woman, not even Midnight’s he told her as he noticed the muzzle and the rope. “I’m not surprised that this had happened, you have no idea how to care for dragons, you miserable wretch.” he said glaring at her before pushing her away as he turned around to try and free the dragon from her muzzle and harness getting ready to tear it off of her. (edited)

Beau (and her mistress) hardly noticed the approach of the stranger until he had physically stayed Lady Benning's hand. Beau's eyes widened very slightly and she straightened upon her hind limbs to peer curiously at the man who would speak to her mistress so brazenly. He was handsome (if scruffy), but she could not tell his age - she was unfamiliar with the usual aging of adult humans. He seemed mature to her, at the very least, and certainly in the way he handled the situation - behind him the Waggoner stood docile once more. Lady Benning seemed substantially less impressed by him and wrenched her hand from his grasp with a huff, "Do you know who I am? I could have you hanged for such an address! I could -" But she was surprised into silence when the man suddenly turned from her to tend to her beast. Beau blinked once, twice, then bowed her head to him in a clear sign of submission but froze the moment he reached for her head. Her keen eyes followed his every movement, unsure of what he intended until she felt him tampering with the buckles holding her muzzle in place. The instant the bonds loosened she flexed her jaw appreciatively, emitted a cheerful trill as he tugged it from her face, "La, that thing was uncomfortable. But so pretty! I really couldn't begrudge the Mem its purchase." Realizing that she had momentarily forgotten herself, her eyes then shifted warily between Lady Benning and the man. Recovering from her shock, Lady Benning attempted to get to her feet and pointed an accusing finger at the stranger, "This is my beast and I will treat her as I so choose! She has misbehaved and I will punish her as I see fit!"

Ignoring the Lady Dominic smiled lightly at the dragon as he heard her speak, it was nice to be able to speak to a dragon again it brought back nice memories. “You have shown zero signs of being violent, I don’t see how a muzzle is necessary.” he said with a hum before he threw the muzzle backwards snickering slightly as it hit the woman in her face. Stretching as he leaned forward, he then began to take the harness off her making a show of snapping the locks so that the she wouldn’t be able to be trapped with it again. “Give me a minute to deal with her.” He told the dragon as his hands went to her jaw to make her look back up at him not liking how she would submit so easily. She's a dragon, even if she was a midnight, he should be more prideful of that. “You know it’s rude to point fingers.” he told the woman as his hand went back to the handle of his blade as he glared back at her. “How about I punish you how I see fit then we’ll see exactly how much you enjoy being on the receiving end.” he offered the woman with a steely look. Her threat had fallen on deaf ears, even if he did fear her, he knew that even a Dragon rider without a dragon had a higher standing then her. The kingdom needed people like him much more then it needed her. He stretched to his fall height as his chain armour glittered slightly in the sunlight. “You are clearly unable to control or even take care of a dragon maybe you should get something else.” He offered her before his look got a little mocking “how about a cactus I’m sure you would be able to look after that much better.

Beau's head bobbed in an amused circle as the man turned away once more, dressing down her mistress in spectacular fashion. The man was handsome, certainly, but also clever - he must have sensed immediately that Lady Benning's main concern was her 'illustrious' reputation - admittedly, mostly imagined - and his ridicule appeared to hit its mark. The old woman was silent for several moments, but then as her wits gradually returned to her she began to stammer in an effort to regain the ground she had lost, apparently recognizing his armor as that of a dragon rider, "A knight! And where is your dragon?! Who would listen to such nonsense from such a knight as you?! The name of Benning could not be tarnished by so low and unkempt an individual!" She drew herself up slightly and glared between her beast and her antagonist, apparently casting about for more insults or perhaps some threat she might hurl back at him in retort. Realizing perhaps that she was not clever enough to save face in a battle of wits, she tore the gilded rope lead from her wrist and unceremoniously tossed it at the man, "Take her! I care not - take her this moment! She had been nothing but trouble from the moment I purchased her! I hope she tears your window treatments to shreds!" Lifting her chin, the woman turned on her heel and marched away down the street in the direction she had come. Beau let out a sharp breath and seemed just on the verge of padding after Lady Benning when she realized suddenly that she was quite free of her previous bondage - thanks to this mysterious stranger. Perking her ears, she gazed over at him with readily apparent curiosity, unsure of just what to do with a warrior, “Do cactuses generally require harnesses and leads too? She was always very fond of those.”

Glaring at the Lady as she brought up his lack of a dragon, Dominic was quickly getting ready to lash out in a series of barbs of his own that would have left the woman in tears. But he calmed down as she left quickly giving her the finger as he let the rope fall onto the floor, he didn’t need It to look after a dragon. “That never would have happened if you actually knew how to take care of her, stick to poodle's lady just make sure that servants take care of them and not you.” He shouted back to her in his own parting remark. Shaking his head as he forced himself to calm down, he hummed as he heard the Dragons question making him blink in surprise as he realised that she didn’t seem to know what a cactus was. “No, a cactus is just a plant, one that you don’t really need to water.” he informed her as he squatted down to pull of the remains of her harness and any other binds that may be on her. Suddenly he had noticed how many stares they were getting, even when he was a child, he had hated attention. He leaned forward to rub her chin a little his fingers brushing past her scales before he stretched beginning to walk into an alley way that would lead them away from the merchant fair “come with me.” he told her. After walking into the alleyway, he paused as he looked over to her expecting her to walk with him “do you know how to shift into a human form?” he asked her knowing that it was hard to be discreet while walking around with a dragon. @Bliss

She trilled appreciatively as he pulled away the last vestiges of her prior ownership and eagerly followed after him into the alleyway nearby. His explanation of a cactus - apparently merely some sort of house plant (presumably much easier to care for than a dragon or some other, lesser domesticated creature) - received merely a curious head-tilt and purr of satisfaction. She bounced her way through the crowd, ignorant of the destruction her eagerly swaying tail was causing in her wake - glares followed them until they entered into the relative privacy of the alleyway he had indicated. She prowled energetically in a circle to survey the odd, dark space when his question met her ear. A toothy grin spread across her fuzzy face then as she nodded eagerly, “To be sure!” With a burst of pink feathers and a small ‘pop’ a young woman stood suddenly in the dragon’s place, arms outstretched as if to say ‘ta-da!’ Of course, she was entirely unclothed - and apparently fully matured if her sizable chest was any indication. Her face - now human and substantially less fuzzy - was heart-shaped and youthful, with large hazel eyes framed by a mass of curling pink hair. “Can you turn into a dragon?” @Good luck Jack

Dominic had a pleased smile when she had told him that she could shape shift he smiled pleased, at her as he found her excitement to be pretty fun. It had kind of reminded him of his dragon back when he had first hatched. But by the time that he had remembered that Dragons couldn’t shift with their clothes it was too late. If someone were to ask him right now, he would say that she was beautiful. Then he would beat them up for asking him that in a time like this, “Bouncy.” he couldn’t help but mumble as his eyes went to her chest, quickly noticing how large she was. “I mean no we can’t, we’re not able to shift like dragons can.” he quickly told her as he forced himself to recover back to the way he normally acted. If she were dressed, he would have found her excitableness' to be pretty amusing. But right now, he couldn’t stop himself from paying attention to how bouncy she was. Waddling over to her as he found walking normally a little difficult, as he felt a certain tightness, he quickly looked up his eyes going above her and onto the wall as he tried to keep himself from looking at her areas again. “Okay new rule, whenever you go into your human form don’t do it in front of other people.” he told her as he took off his robe and threw it at her, “put this on.” @Bliss

She hardly noticed his discomfort - it was only his curt tone which seemed to reel in her enthusiasm and her arms lowered to her sides as he swiftly put his cloak about her, “Is…something wrong?” Of course, she soon found out precisely what the matter was - humans didn’t like when dragons changed in front of them. Apparently. “Oh,” she replied, deeply confused. She had rarely been allowed to transform under the care of Lady Benning, so the idea that this was somehow taboo had never occurred to her. The cloak was scratchy against her exposed skin and she wrinkled her nose as she gazed down at the drab color of the fabric, “Would it kill you to invest in something blue?” Realizing too late that she almost certainly sounded ungrateful, she flinched and quickly drew the cloak about her with an apprehensive smile, “Rather…perhaps we should expand your wardrobe a bit?” @Good luck Jack

When he heard her apparent complaint, he quickly laughed softly as he smiled back at her his earlier nervousness being forgotten a little. “Next time I’m buying clothes I’ll get a blue robe just for you.” he retold her humming slightly as he realised how apprehensive her smile was making him frown. He wasn’t sure if she was afraid of him or if this was because of her Lady but either way he wanted to help her, “If you ever have complaints or concerns don’t be afraid to tell me.” he told her knowing that the cloak couldn’t have been all that comfy for her, but it wasn’t like he had any other clothes on him. He took her hand in his and slowly began to lead her towards his home. “I know where to get some better fitting clothes for you.” he told her. He had been planning to go to the castle but that could wait. She was a Midnight so he knew that she wouldn’t be all that handy in a fight but he had the feeling that if her were to leave her alone unprotected then she wouldn’t last the night. “By the way you didn’t do anything wrong when you shifted back there.” he told her after he had put off bringing it up for a while “I had just forgotten, that when dragons turn into human form, they lose their clothes. Nudity is a big deal for humans especially between the opposite sexes.” he explained to her as he looked over to her. @Bliss

Luckily, the man didn’t seem remotely offended by her critique of his wardrobe. Beau smiled up at him tentatively, eager to please her master apparent but also curious to find where the boundaries were - there were always boundaries with humans.  Like nudity, apparently. His explanation only served to further confuse her - how on earth did adult humans get anything done? Dragons never wore clothing in their quadrupedal forms - how was that somehow okay, but this somehow wasn’t? A ‘big deal’, indeed…humans had such bizarre customs. Of course, not wanting to be abandoned she would abide by his rules. For now. She allowed him to take her hand and eagerly bounded after him, “Should I name you? Lady Benning named me when she selected me. I’m Beau.” She peered intently up at his profile as if considering his appearance and demeanor with care before saying, “You really seem like a ‘Steve’. Can I call you Steve?” @Good luck Jack

He was pretty oblivious to her confusion, but he was relieved that she didn’t seem upset anymore. He wasn’t sure exactly why he had wanted to take her hand so badly but when she offered to name him, he couldn’t help but chuckle as she called him Steve. “I’m sorry but I already have a name.” he told her with a smile as his grip on her hand tightened a little as they were getting closer to his home. “I’m called Dominic Myddrin.” he told her. He became a little more serious when he realised it was that shrill woman who had named her. “Do you like that name? Beau your free to rename yourself.” he told her as his free hand clenched into a fist. It was wrong that a woman like that was able to get her hands onto a dragon. They weren’t pets. He pledged to never let anyone like her get a dragon if he could help it. “I think I have some blue in my house somewhere, it’s just not something I wear when I’m in my battle clothes.” he told her motioning to his chainmail as he led her to a pretty small but well looked after house. “well, there it is, would you like for me to give you a tour?” he asked her glaring at anyone that looked at her. @Bliss

“Oh, Dominic is lovely,” she replied, only half paying attention as a little bluebird fluttered past overhead, “And ‘Beau’ will do just as well. I hardly answer to it as it is.” She hopped along after him cheerfully, glad to be out of the crowded market streets - they had been interesting while they lasted, but no good could come of keeping a dragon of her nature in such a cramped, enclosed space. She peered up at the facade of the building in which he apparently lived - a drab, uninteresting structure, to say the least - and then bounded eagerly up the stairs as he opened the door to allow her entrance. Her head turned this way and that as she sized up the space - it seems smallish (compared to Lady Benning’s manor house, anyway), but well kept. She stalked in a circle, peering out of the windows to admire the view of the street below and then to survey the large bed which stood to one end of the main room. Without a second thought, she climbed onto it and, briefly kneading the blankets with her hands, settled down upon it. Curling onto her side beneath the cloak which still hung about her shoulders, she returned her attention to Dominic with unsuppressed intrigue. Her bright eyes seemed wide with an unfailing curiosity and she began to purr, apparently content, “I found the bed!” @Good luck Jack

He couldn’t help but snicker a little as he noticed that she was paying more attention to a bird then him, if he was being honest, she reminded him more of a cat or a fox then a dragon. Then again he had never spent that much time with Midnight’s so this might have been just how they acted. “Welcome to home sweet home, just don’t destroy anything.” he welcomed her as he opened the door to his house only to caught by surprise as he noticed how excited she was to get into the place. The wasn’t all that much to look at, the place was pretty bare with only the necessaries in the living room there was even just one arm chair that was made for one person. Ever since he had lost his own dragon his life style had become pretty solitary and if he were to look into it more, he would say that it was pretty robotic. He was just going through the motions. Why she had ran straight into his bedroom he didn’t know, he just hoped that he didn’t leave anything weird in there. He hummed when he saw her lying on his bed the purr, she let out telling him that she seemed pretty secure “yes that is a bed, how observant of you to realise.” he murmured dryly almost teasingly before he turned away from her and reached into his drawers. “I know that cloak can’t be all that comfortable so where this.” he told her as he turned back around to face her, walking over to her he lifted up a large T-shirt and a pair of stretchy joggers, both of which were probably too large for her. He put the clothes into her hands unable to keep his eyes from looking at hers as he saw how innocent she seemed right now. Like she was experiencing everything for the first time. @Bliss

She mumbled to herself at his warning not to ‘destroy’ anything. As if she was some kind of wild beast! She didn’t intentionally break things.. Most of the time. She watched him move about the space from her vantage point on the bed, and trilled with curiosity as he tossed some clothing at her - merely a shirt and some pants. She wrinkled her nose, “What? No gown? Don’t humans wear gowns?” She propped herself up on the bed to inspect the garments, holding the oversized shirt against her to test the fit. With a sigh, she tossed away the cloak and attempted to slide the shirt over her head - accidentally wedging her skull in one of the arms, “It…doesn’t…fit?” @Good luck Jack

Hearing her complain about the clothes he had given her, Dominic quickly shook his head as he looked back at her. He leaned against the wall slightly as he hummed “some humans wear gowns but I don’t this is really all the clothes I have.” he told her as he saw her sit up seeming to investigate his bed. This was probably the first time in years that a woman was on his bed, he couldn’t help but think about what would have happened if the circumstances here were different. When he got that thought he shook his head trying to get that thought out of his head, but when he looked back to her he realised that she started getting dressed in front of him. “bouncy” he couldn’t help but mumble as he watched her try and fit her head into where the arm holes were. Forcing himself to focus he quickly leaned forward as he lifted up the shirt to get her head free. “it fits your just putting your head in the wrong place.” he had the feeling that if he didn’t help her here she’d end up tearing the clothes. He lifted it up off of her before holding it back over her “lift your arms up for me and make them go straight I’ll show you how to put it on.” he told her as he did his best to not look at her nude body. @Bliss

“Who on earth ever heard of a knight who doesn’t wear gowns?” she replied with a nonchalant wave of her hand, her head still stuck in the shirt. Of course, she had never truly seen a knight and had just assumed that the clothing worn by all of the women Lady Benning always invited over for tea had essentially been the standard attire for all humans. It was only logical. She froze as she heard him move toward her and felt him lift the garment off of her, “As if I don’t know how to put on clothing!” She wrinkled her nose in agitation, but wasn’t about to turn down his assistance - heaven forbid she look like a fool attempting to put on a simple tunic. As he commanded, she lifted her arms over her head and gazed curiously up at him, “Like this? What odd customs you humans have..” @Good luck Jack

He shook his head with a light laugh as he heard her assume that all knights wore gowns. “I don’t know what you think you know about knights but I can assure you that they aren’t really the type to wear gowns.” he told her after she had lifted up her arm for him. He couldn’t keep himself from glancing down every now and then, especially with how her boby would jiggle a little as she lifted her arms up for him. “if you knew how to put on clothes then I wouldn’t really need to help you.” he pointed out to her as he noticed her annoyance. “this isn’t realy a custom, it just makes it easier for me to put the shirt on you then if you had your arms down at your sides.” He added before he slowly pulled down the shirt putting it over her, when the clothes would snag a little he would pinch the clothes and pull It to get it free until all of her limbs were inside of the holes. “try not to transform in my clothes, or any clothes really we don’t want to need to keep replacing them.” He told her before he pulled down the clothes back over her getting the top ontop of her body. As he got the clothes on top of her, he couldn’t help himself as his hands brushed against her sides rubbing against her skin lightly before he forced himself to let go off her looking up into her eyes. “do you need any help getting your bottoms on?” he asked her hoping that she was going to say no, his face a little flushed unable to keep his eyes from glancing down at her legs every now and then. @Bliss

She hardly seemed bothered by the somewhat affectionate nature of his assistance - the way his fingers brushed her skin occasionally as he pulled the tunic down over her head and arms. Lady Benning had always petted her and had maids comb her feathers, of course, so this seemed perfectly natural - was she not specifically bred as a companion and pet? Her arms still raised over her head, she glanced down at the folded pair of pants and then back at her ostensible owner, “Er…no, I think I can do it.” She knocked the article onto the floor then with her foot and, sliding off the bed (her arms still raised), attempted to step into them and lift them up her legs without using her hands. It was clear she was becoming frustrated with this maneuver - a rumbling growl came from deep in her throat as she continued to struggle, “How do you manage this without hands or teeth?” @Good luck Jack

Watching as she tried to hop into her bottoms Dominic quickly sighed as he rested his hands in his head, “your hopeless.” he mumbled before he shook his head not able to believe that she had kept her head raised into the air. If she was doing on purpose then it could have been amusing, but he knew that wasn’t the case. Stepping forward he quickly placed his hands over hers and gently pushed them back down to her sides, “When I told you to raise your hands I meant so that I could put your shirt on for you, I wasn’t expecting you to try and get dressed without using your hands.” he clarified to her as he fought the urge to face palm. “really Beau I’m starting to think that it would be good for me to just get dressed in front of you so that you know how to get dressed.” he said with a slight exasperated tone. Deciding that it would be quicker if he just showed her how to get dressed he quickly crouched down as he grabbed onto the bottoms for her lifting them up lightly. “push your legs into these for me.” he told her as he kept himself from looking up knowing what he would see if he did. @Bliss

The shortness of his tone stung her - was he angry with her? - and she swiftly moved to correct her mistake by lowering her arms and pinning them to her sides, “..oh.” Now that he explained his command, she felt incredibly ridiculous for not having understood. His suggestion of a demonstration only served to deepen her mortification - clearly he thought her so stupid that she must be shown these most basic of human tasks! How on earth would she be expected to survive? He would toss her out on the street within the hour for being such a thoroughly worthless dragon! She allowed him to assist her in donning the trousers, but the moment they were on she turned back to the bed and immediately burrowed under the blankets in shame. @Good luck Jack

When he noticed her bury herself under the blankets Dominic quickly frowned, was he too harsh on her? He didn’t mean to upset her. He wasn’t angry at her, not really just a little exasperated. His old dragon never really acted like this; he would just insult him back whenever they got into arguments like this. “I’m sorry if I upset you.” he apologised to her after a beat of silence, leaning forward he placed his hand on her back to rub slow circles into her skin as she was hidden under the blankets. “it’s not your fault that you struggled to get dressed and I should have remembered that.” he told her. “Getting dressed is something easy for me to do but that’s because I was showed how to do it when I was a child you weren’t taught how to do the same until now.” He sat down on the bed next to her as he tried to cheer her up his hand on her back leaving gentle touches. This reminded him that he wasn’t able to take care of her. Not really, he was too impatient and bitter. He was pretty lost himself luckily, he knew a place where dragons could be kept safe. @Bliss (edited)

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