"And so I told her her strategy was stupid and she couldn't fight her way out of a wet paper bag without setting fire to the entire city in the process, and she tried to punch me!"
AT half-sprawled, half-leaned against warm scales and made a quiet sound of contentment. "She's going to be all responsible and serious now, but I bet I can still rile her up, it's so easy." A white snout came to nudge at her shoulder and she grinned up at her lusus' red eyes. "I know, I know, humans don't do quadrants, jeez, I figured that out a sweep ago. A troll can dream, yes?" She dodged a playful snap of teeth that could've maybe have resulted in minor limb loss, smile widening. "Speaking of! I'm dragging Wayne over tomorrow for some exercise! She's being grumpy and all so don't eat her, okay?"
That was a rhetorical question, really. People not fluent in dragon and used to anthropomorphizing anything with a smidgen of intelligence might have taken the answering flutter of wings as a shrug. People would be wrong and become dragon food. AT wisely recognized that Talk Time was over, picked up her sword from where it'd been sitting and promptly put some space between her and her lusus. She was probably going to go perch on some tower and terrify bypassers now, or go chat with the headmaster.
That left AT with little to do but return to the main buildings and find someone to
A couple sweeps ago, that would have warranted a moment of indignation from her part and a resolution to track him down for cause of unauthorized assault to follicles and blatant disregard for public safety. Now, if she tracked him down, it was with a bounce to her step and an appreciative eye for the chaos, while somewhere behind the poor girl seemed to be oscillating wildly between shrieks of fury and disbelief.
"Nice catch! Also sorry for the hat!" She waved as she approached the intersection and Sorm, who seemed to have been deciding which way to take to maximize pillage and booty. The look she got was a lot less venomous than she would have expected, what with her earlier offense to said hat's sanctity.
"Fixink dat." Oh. Ooooh. She leaned in, conspiratorial.
Among the facts one might need to remember, when knowing AT: being raised by a dragon has rather impressive consequences on the shape of one's smile.
"You know who might have just what you need for that? Mr. Talks-A-Lot. You ever been to his room? It is decadent how much shiny there is." If anyone asked, this was reparation for hat-murdering. Any jury would understand. "I think we should go pay him a visit. You would get the very best hat!"
A considering look turned positively predatory. It was nice having someone who understood that around sometimes!
Now let the fun begin.
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