Is This Real?

Hi there! My name is Naomi! It's wonderful to meet you! I've bee roleplaying about five years, I think. I can't pinpoint exactly when I started, but it's close to that, give or take. I am twenty years old and a cis-gender female (she/her pronouns). I'm...

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Send me“☽” and I will pick a random tarot card and write a starter based on its meaning.

Random Number Generator

Fool (Beginnings, innocence, spontaneity, a free spirit)

Magician (Power, skill, concentration, action, resourcefulness)

High Priestess (Intuition, Higher powers, mystery, subconscious mind)

Empress (Fertility, femininity, beauty, nature, abundance)

Emperor (Authority, father-figure, structure, solid foundation)

Hierophant (Religion, group identification, conformity, tradition, beliefs)

Lovers (Love, union, relationships, values alignment, choices)

Chariot (Control, will power, victory, assertion, determination)

Strength (Strength, courage, patience, control, compassion)

Hermit (Soul-searching, introspection, being alone, inner guidance)

Wheel of Fortune (Good luck, karma, life cycles, destiny, a turning point)

Justice (Justice, fairness, truth, cause and effect, law)

Hanged Man (Suspension, restriction, letting go, sacrifice)

Death (Endings, beginnings, change, transformation, transition)

Temperance (Balance, moderation, patience, purpose, meaning)

Devil (Bondage, addiction, sexuality, materialism)

Tower (Disaster, upheaval, sudden change, revelation)

Star (Hope, spirituality, renewal, inspiration, serenity)

Moon (Illusion, fear, anxiety, insecurity, subconscious)

Sun (Fun, warmth, success, positivity, vitality)

Judgement (Judgement, rebirth, inner calling, absolution)

World (Completion, integration, accomplishment, travel)

[overfalls]

IT’S NOT ‘PEEKED’ MY INTEREST

OR ‘PEAKED’

BUT PIQUED

‘PIQUED MY INTEREST’

THIS HAS BEEN A CAPSLOCK PSA

[owlbearcounter]

THIS IS ACTUALLY REALLY USEFUL THANK YOU

[ranetree]

ADDITIONALLY:

YOU ARE NOT ‘PHASED’. YOU ARE ‘FAZED.’

IF IT HAS BEEN A VERY LONG DAY, YOU ARE ‘WEARY’. IF SOMEONE IS ACTING IN A WAY THAT MAKES YOU SUSPICIOUS, YOU ARE ‘WARY’.

ALL IN ‘DUE’ TIME, NOT ‘DO’ TIME

‘PER SE’ NOT ‘PER SAY’

THANK YOU

[tassiekitty]

BREATHE - THE VERB FORM IN PRESENT TENSE

BREATH - THE NOUN FORM

THEY ARE NOT INTERCHANGEABLE

WANDER - TO WALK ABOUT AIMLESSLY

WONDER - TO THINK OF IN A DREAMLIKE AND/OR WISTFUL MANNER

THEY ARE NOT INTERCHANGEABLE (but one’s mind can wander)

[fairywails]

DEFIANT - RESISTANT DEFINITE - CERTAIN

[melancholicmarionette]

WANTON - DELIBERATE AND UNPROVOKED ACTION (ALSO AN ARCHAIC TERM FOR A PROMISCUOUS WOMAN)

WONTON - IT’S A DUMPLING THAT’S ALL IT IS IT’S A FUCKING DUMPLING

[proletariatbitch]

BAWL- TO SOB/CRY

BALL- A FUCKING BALL

YOU CANNOT “BALL” YOUR EYES OUT

[soggywarmpockets]

AND FOR FUCK’S SAKE, IT’S NOT “SIKE”; IT’S “PSYCH”. AS IN “I PSYCHED YOU OUT”; BECAUSE YOU MOMENTARILY MADE SOMEONE BELIEVE SOMETHING THAT WASN’T TRUE.

THANK YOU.

[everylineeverystory]

*slams reblog*

[leonawriter]

IT’S ‘MIGHT AS WELL’. ‘MIND AS WELL’ DOES NOT MAKE GRAMMATICAL SENSE.

[penbrydd]

SLEIGHT - DEXTERITY, ARTIFICE, CRAFT (FROM ‘SLY’) SLIGHT - VERY LITTLE, FRAIL, DELICATE

IT’S ‘SLEIGHT OF HAND’.

[maverlok]

[celynbrum]

DISCRETE - SEPARATE, DISTINCT, PARTED

DISCREET - SUBTLE, STEALTHY, DIPLOMATIC

[ceruleancynic]

AND TO CONTINUE THE OP’S THEME

IT’S SNEAK PEEK

NOT SNEAK PEAK

A SNEAK PEAK WOULD BE A MOUNTAIN ENGAGED IN ESPIONAGE

THEY ARE VERY LARGE AND WOULD FIND THIS GENERALLY DIFFICULT 

THANK

(OH AND ONE OTHER THING

BULLION = PRECIOUS METAL

BOUILLON = STOCK, FROM THE FRENCH “BOUILLER,” TO BOIL)

[jumpingjacktrash]

SHUDDER:

SHUTTER:

NOT SAME NOT SAME

[the-real-seebs]

sleight of hand: magic tricks slight of hand: President-Elect

[bebopbounty]

Send “Examine!” and an item or person and I’ll write an RPG description of it/them.

[nekofantasia]

topheavybrawler:

(For example, a stormtrooper mask:

 “A white mask with a black visor on the front. Putting it on, you realise that the visor isn’t even transparent. How are you expected to do anything competently like this?”)

[a-wayward-outlier-blog]

HP Au ((closed))

[a-wayward-outlier-blog]

Atticus seemed to shrink in the man’s arms. It was as if he was trying to make himself disappear all together. It had been ages since the last time anyone had ever hugged him. He almost forgot how comforting it was. That fact alone only made him cry all the harder. He sobs were angry, confused, and ugly.

“But those people are my f-f-family. They w-were just doing what was best for m-m-me,” the doubt he heard in his own broken voice was unbearable,“ They did it because they L-love me r-right? They’re supposed to love me, right? Right?”

[bolodebolacha-blog]

Oh jeeze. This guy had more problems than Miguel had originally bargained on. How was he supposed to comfort a full grown adult with mommy daddy issues? “They’re supposed to, Atticus, but some parents just don’t. Some parents are shitty to their kids and don’t love them like they should. “

[icecreamsandwichcomics]

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[a-wayward-outlier-blog]

HP Au ((closed))

[a-wayward-outlier-blog]

It was a beautiful thing. For the briefest second, the man’s eyes lit up with some kind of wonder. But at the same time his eyes held a hollowness to them. He stared at the wand and then hopelessly back at Miguel. He still didn’t feel like speaking, afraid he’d start crying if he tryed. Atticus was tried of crying. So he just nodded.

It bothered him that he didn’t have his sweater to retract himself into at that moment, and it would have been much warmer then the shirt and boxers he was wearing right now. He sniffed and rubbed his eyes, not sure what exactly he was supposed to do about all this. It was just to much for him to take.

[bolodebolacha-blog]

“And It fits perfectly in my pants so I can just… Oh.” He paused, noticing that Atticus was almost naked. “Oh christ, you aren’t wearing any pants!” He observed, noticing for the first time. “You must be freezing! You should have said something, little friend!” He jumped up and went to a bag propped up in the corner. He returned with a pair of drawstring sweat pants. “Here. Put these on. And this too.” He took off his jacket and dropped it and the pants on Atticus’ lap. It was already warm with his body heat.

[a-wayward-outlier-blog]

He didn’t even realize how cold he was until Miguel had brought it up. Still, he didn’t expect to be offered the pants and jacket. Atticus stared at the clothes in his lap as he swallowed the lump in his throat. “ Thank… thank you.” Both the jacket and the pants were way too big for him and seemed to swallow him whole. Though Atticus didn’t complain as they were both extremely comfortable and pleasantly warm.

A few tears slipped down his cheeks, brought on by Miguel’s immense acts of kindness. It was a kindness he didn’t truly understand, nor felt like he really deserved. He quickly wiped them away, though more soon came to take their place.

“Your far too kind to me~”

[bolodebolacha-blog]

“Hey, no tears.” He sat on the bed beside the guy and wiped his cheeks with his thumb. “I’m not too kind. I’m just a regular guy helping out someone like me. I’m just a decent person. But let me tell you something; living with those people as long as you did; putting up with that shit back there every day; I think you’re amazing. I couldn’t have done it. You dealt with it so long. So now it’s about time you get a chance to breathe and relax.”

[a-wayward-outlier-blog]

He didn’t feel amazing. “But… but those people are my family. They’re… they’re all I have…” Atticus could stop himself crying. All the nights grief and frustration flowing out of him. He knew Miguel had just said no tears, but there was no stopping them now. “Why did they hate me so much? I tried so hard…”

[bolodebolacha-blog]

“Hey now, come on.” He got on the bed and enveloped the small man in his strong arms. Hugs fixed everything, right? “We can’t control how we are born or who we are born to. Your family...” were a bunch of cum guzzling cunts “Was not the best option for a magical child. Sometimes things happen and you have to make your own family. Find people who care about you no matter what. It isn’t fair. But it isn’t so bad either.”

[bolodebolacha-blog]

Absence Makes the Heart grow Heavy | Closed

[thetravelerandhisdog-archived]

Anthony glanced at Miguel as they got to his truck. He had no idea what was going on in his head but if this reaction could be compared to just moments ago, it wasn’t good. As Romeo jumped into the truck, Anthony stopped momentarily to pull Miguel into a loving kiss. If anything, he needed it just as much as Miguel. “I love you,” he said and then moved to get into the truck.

[bolodebolacha-blog]

“I love you too.” He said, helping him up into the seat. Then he went around the side and got into the driver’s side. Feeling like he was on auto pilot, he turned the key,  reversed out of the spot, then put it in drive and got on the road. He was just driving to get away from there; he had no idea where to go now.

[thetravelerandhisdog-archived]

Anthony occasionally looked at Miguel, worried for him. Romeo seemed to take it upon himself to curl up beside the man, resting his head in his lap and whining. Anthony unfortunately had no capacity to worry as he turned to fumble out a first aid kit for his shoulder. He worked on getting the wound covered and then looked at Miguel. “Are you okay?” he asked, reaching over to trace a thumb over Miguel’s jaw.

[bolodebolacha-blog]

Miguel leaned away from his touch. He felt too guilty to accept any sort of affection. “I’m fine. Thanks to you. I’m just trying to figure out what’s next.” Fine was a bit of a lie. He was in agony inside. The last time he had felt even close to this, his parents had been murdered. This wasn’t okay. Even if they were both alive he had still shot Anthony, and they were still on the run from people who wanted the love of his life dead. Nothing about this was fine, but he didn’t know how to express all his anxieties, so he did what he always did; pretend they weren’t there.

[thetravelerandhisdog-archived]

It seemed things weren’t going to be cooling down anytime soon, especially since Anthony let out a low moan. Melonie left immediately after, muttering about being scarred for life. Anthony took no notice, moving so he was closer to Miguel. They’d worry about whatever else they had to do later.

[bolodebolacha-blog]

Were they worried about anything else? iguel couldn’t remember. Anthony was the only thing in the world right then. And what a wonderful world it was. His hands slid over Anthony’s back, fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt tightly as hekissed his over as though it were their last moments together.

[thetravelerandhisdog-archived]

Kissing Miguel was one of Anthony’s favorite things to do. He moved to pull Miguel closer, arms wrapped securely around his waist. His hands drifted under Miguel’s shirt, moving over the expanse of skin he knew by heart.

[bolodebolacha-blog]

Miguel sighed happily, getting up without breaking the kiss and moving to sit on Anthony’s lap. His hands caressed his cheeks, holding him close. “I. Love. You.” he said, punctuating each word with a deeper and deeper kiss, until his tongue snaked its way into Anthony’s mouth.

[thetravelerandhisdog-archived]

Anthony’s hands moved to rest on Miguel’s hips, his fingers tracing along his waistband teasingly. With each kiss, he felt his grip on reality slip a little until there was just Miguel. On his lap. In his mouth. Under his hands. He pressed his tongue forward to meet Miguel’s, a low groan escaping him.

[bolodebolacha-blog]

Miguel loved being able to make Anthony a little crazy. The sounds he made when lusting after him were some of Miguel’s favorite sounds. Did Miguel sometimes abuse his power to bring those sounds out of Tony? Yes. He gifted Anthony a groan of his own to encourage him to keep going. It was time for dessert~

[a-wayward-outlier-blog]

“And we’re supposed to be impressed or something?” Neither the weapons or the importance of the vessel seemed to impress the pair in the slightest. Though when the weapons were brandished, the pair became somewhat more testy. The furs along the dragons body begin to stand on end as he sat crouched and ready to spring into the air if the occasion arose.

He examined the company of sailors below. His cat-like eyes were full of focus and held an intelligence that surpassed far more then a mere beast. So it was safe to say by the displease expression held on his face, the dragon did not take this monster remark to kindly. And while he could not vocalize his thoughts and opinions to these strangers in a manner they could understand, Bosta knew he could rely on his friend to translate them in his stead. Because as he understood her tongue, she understood his just as fluently.

The dragon made a series of growls, rumbles, and chirps, directly addressing the crowd in an almost civilized tone. Tam nodded in agreement before addressing the crowd in a far less tolerant manner.

“My friend here isn’t so keen on your wording there pal. First of all, let me make something extremely clear. He doesn’t like it when people assume he’s some kind of pet or mindless animal, or any dragons for that manner. So word to the wise, unless you want to lose an arm or a leg, it would be best to treat ANY dragon as no less then an equal. Second of all, you’re the ones trespassing in our waters. That island over there just so happened to be our home, and we take guarding it very seriously. Royalty or not, out here we see no difference. Only friends or foes. So, let me ask you, what is your business here?”

[bolodebolacha-blog]

“We trespass nowhere!” The one in front growled at them. “This ship has been sent by the royal family. The royal family cannot trespass, as all this ocean and your little island falls within the king’s kingdom! So leave quickly, before you are arrested for interference in royal affairs!”

“And our business is none of your concern. You are no high ranking official or head of village. You are just a civilian on a really big lizard! Leave us!” The men began getting agitated and rowdy, brandishing their weapons at the dragon. In the back of all the chaos, one accidentally elbowed the princess in the face. Stunned, she dropped her little book and leaned away from the action dazedly, forgetting in her surprise that there was nowhere to lean back to! She tumbled backwards over the railing, falling down to the sea in a mass of colored fabric and dark hair.

The crew all turned in time to see her fall and suddenly the dragon and its rider weren’t much of a problem. “IDIOT!” one hit another. “You just knocked princess Calliope overboard!” 

“Don’t just stand there! Someone help her!” The crew began scrambling around, trying to find a life preserver and drop the life boat.

[watergained]

CALLIOPE;

Once both of them were on the ground again, she smiled up at her friend. “Okay. let’s start right away!” 

From her pocket dimension, she withdrew a book, accidently causing some of the others to tumble out too. Ah… oh well. She flipped to the first page and then handed it over to him. It showed a human diagram, marking points on the body.

“These are magical exit points. You can cast spells using these places. The palms of your hands are the largest exit; and the easiest to use. We’ll be using only your hands for the first little bit. But the other points are your feet, the top of your head, and the inside of your mouth. With me so far?”

     “Alright!”

If it was any more possible, Marc’s smile grew. He looked eagerly at how she got the book, or books rather, not picking any up just in case they contained something he didn’t need to know yet. Staring at the page she flipped to with just as much anticipation, he nodded when he found they were exit points.

     “Yes, definitely with you. The hands          sounds like a good place to start.          That’s where I started with the water.”

[bolodebolacha-blog]

“Great. Okay. Awesome!” She was teaching! It was sort of an invigorating sensation. She was passing on knowledge! How hard could this be? Not very hard, she was thinking, confidence at a high.

“So, next.” She flipped a few pages in the book she had given him until she found the one she wanted. “Wind is the movement of air. Air is made up of gazillions of invisible particles just sorta floating there. So in order to control the wind, you need to learn how to make these particles move.” She demonstrated, pointing a finger at a stray leaf on the ground and sending a concentrated breeze at it, causing it to tumble away. 

“Magic is an energy. Energy makes things move. Step one, feel the energy inside you. It’s like meditation. Reach inside and try to feel the movement of that energy. Then, when you find it, move it out of you, willing it to move everything in front of it. So go on. Try it out.”

[cursedindefinitely]

Sideshow Siblings - Open Starter

[cursedindefinitely]

bolodebolacha:

“Samuel and Ren.” She repeated, making sure she would remember that. It seemed natural that the one who spoke would put his own name first, so she assumed that one was Samuel and the other was Ren. She hoped she wasn’t horribly mistaking. “It’s nice to meet the both of you. I’m Calliope.”

She moistened her lips thoughtfully. “…So…I’m going to be kinda nosey while that guy,” She jerked her head at the podium, “isn’t here. I hope you don’t mind. I… didn’t really like what I saw. They treated you like an object. Why do you put up with that?” She couldn’t think of a more delicate way to frame the question.

The twins looked at her curiously as she spoke. “..No, just. Samuel Ren.” Ren corrected her, not understanding her trying to separate the names. But it wasn’t too important, in the end.

“…I mean.. It’s just part of the show.” Sam gave a little shrug of his outer shoulder. “..Beside.. Not like we have another choice.” He said, smiling though it was such a sad thought. “This place puts a roof over our heads so.. We’ve learned to just go with it.”

[bolodebolacha-blog]

“O-oh.” She was a little taken aback by this. She had never met two people who wanted to be referred to as a single entity before. But if it made sense with anyone she supposed it was these two. “Sorry. Samuel Ren. Understood.” It wasn’t the weirdest thing she had come across so she decided not to question it too much.

“Okay, but, theoretically, if you did have somewhere else to go, would you choose to stay here?” She asked “I’m an outsider. I don’t really have a place coming in here and preaching about seeking better treatment or running away when I don’t know the whole story. I just know what I saw, and what I saw... kinda looked like it sucked. So would you leave if you could?”

[bolodebolacha-blog]

ooc

Okay I’m still sick but I’m getting on for a bit tonight. Replies will be slow coming out but they are coming.

[bolodebolacha-blog]

ooc

Still sick. 

Great way to start the new year. I really fucking hope this isn’t an omen.

[a-wayward-outlier-blog]

HP Au ((closed))

[a-wayward-outlier-blog]

It was a beautiful thing. For the briefest second, the man’s eyes lit up with some kind of wonder. But at the same time his eyes held a hollowness to them. He stared at the wand and then hopelessly back at Miguel. He still didn’t feel like speaking, afraid he’d start crying if he tryed. Atticus was tried of crying. So he just nodded.

It bothered him that he didn’t have his sweater to retract himself into at that moment, and it would have been much warmer then the shirt and boxers he was wearing right now. He sniffed and rubbed his eyes, not sure what exactly he was supposed to do about all this. It was just to much for him to take.

[bolodebolacha-blog]

“And It fits perfectly in my pants so I can just… Oh.” He paused, noticing that Atticus was almost naked. “Oh christ, you aren’t wearing any pants!” He observed, noticing for the first time. “You must be freezing! You should have said something, little friend!” He jumped up and went to a bag propped up in the corner. He returned with a pair of drawstring sweat pants. “Here. Put these on. And this too.” He took off his jacket and dropped it and the pants on Atticus’ lap. It was already warm with his body heat.

[a-wayward-outlier-blog]

He didn’t even realize how cold he was until Miguel had brought it up. Still, he didn’t expect to be offered the pants and jacket. Atticus stared at the clothes in his lap as he swallowed the lump in his throat. “ Thank… thank you.” Both the jacket and the pants were way too big for him and seemed to swallow him whole. Though Atticus didn’t complain as they were both extremely comfortable and pleasantly warm.

A few tears slipped down his cheeks, brought on by Miguel’s immense acts of kindness. It was a kindness he didn’t truly understand, nor felt like he really deserved. He quickly wiped them away, though more soon came to take their place.

“Your far too kind to me~”

[bolodebolacha-blog]

“Hey, no tears.” He sat on the bed beside the guy and wiped his cheeks with his thumb. “I’m not too kind. I’m just a regular guy helping out someone like me. I’m just a decent person. But let me tell you something; living with those people as long as you did; putting up with that shit back there every day; I think you’re amazing. I couldn’t have done it. You dealt with it so long. So now it’s about time you get a chance to breathe and relax.”

[a-wayward-outlier-blog]

HP Au ((closed))

[a-wayward-outlier-blog]

It was a beautiful thing. For the briefest second, the man’s eyes lit up with some kind of wonder. But at the same time his eyes held a hollowness to them. He stared at the wand and then hopelessly back at Miguel. He still didn’t feel like speaking, afraid he’d start crying if he tryed. Atticus was tried of crying. So he just nodded.

It bothered him that he didn’t have his sweater to retract himself into at that moment, and it would have been much warmer then the shirt and boxers he was wearing right now. He sniffed and rubbed his eyes, not sure what exactly he was supposed to do about all this. It was just to much for him to take.

[bolodebolacha-blog]

“And It fits perfectly in my pants so I can just... Oh.” He paused, noticing that Atticus was almost naked. “Oh christ, you aren’t wearing any pants!” He observed, noticing for the first time. “You must be freezing! You should have said something, little friend!” He jumped up and went to a bag propped up in the corner. He returned with a pair of drawstring sweat pants. “Here. Put these on. And this too.” He took off his jacket and dropped it and the pants on Atticus’ lap. It was already warm with his body heat.

[bolodebolacha-blog]

The royal ship sailed smoothly across the top of the crystal blue waves, leaving a wide wake behind them, like the trail a finger made when dragged through frosting. Every sailor worked with expertise and grace, knowing exactly what to do and having years of experience with which to execute their duties. In every way, it was a remarkable ship. Its hull was made from the finest redwood, its cannons the highest of tech, its enormous indigo sails stitched in great detail with the likeness of the stars. It was beautiful! 

On the deck of the ship, one figure stood out against the rest. Among the sweaty, shirtless, grunting men was a young woman in a floor-length gown, her long black hair styled in the most fashionable way around a thin silver circlet. She stared at the approaching shape of the island, enjoying each moment of virtual calm and solitude. As the princess and heir to the kingdom, she wasn’t left to her own thoughts very often. She was usually surrounded by people trying to mold and changed her into the person they thought would be best for the throne. It was part of her duty and she put up with it gracefully. Bug gods above it got annoying.

“My lady!” The voice called to her across the deck, causing her to tear her eyes from the sea to locate the owner. A heavy set middle aged woman walked with purpose her way and curtsied. “You should not be on deck, my lady. It is safer below in your quarters, and you will need rest before meeting with the island people. It would not due for a lady of your station to appear tired before your subjects.”

“I was hoping to see a dragon.” She replied somewhat wistfully, looking back at the island. “I’ve read some live on this island. I think I would like to meet one.” “Oh my lady! Do not be ridiculous! Why would you wish to meet such a beast!? It would likely gobble you up the moment it saw you!”

“Dragons are more intelligent than most people.” She stated, repeating facts from the books she had read. “Do not worry, Martha. I’ll be bellow deck soon. Just give me a few minutes more. Prepare something for me to change into before we land, please. Mother would be mortified if I met the island elders in my traveling clothes.”

“Oh, alright. Right away, miss. But do not linger long.” She hurried away, leaving the princess to herself once more. Absentmindedly she fingered the red stone that hung around her neck; an heirloom that had been passed down her family line for generations. She lifted it from her chest to gaze at it.  A finger traced the delicate twisting shape of the winged reptile it was shaped into. A beautiful-

“DRAGON!!” the princess’ head shot up as one of the crewmen screamed out the word, pointing to the sky. And she was stunned to see that a dragon was exactly what was coming toward them.

[a-wayward-outlier-blog]

Doing a quick bypass of the vessel, Tam noted that it was far more lavish then any other ship that has ever come here. Well, in her life time anyway. Though that only peaked her curiosity even more. What was a ship like this doing in waters like these? Bosta snorted as a bit of sea water tickled his nose as they skimmed cross the waters surface making their turn around. They made a wide circle around the ship before rising up into the air with a flamboyant twirl before perching on the largest mast. Bosta stalked along it, looking down and warbling with amusement at the alarmed crew. Tam leaned forward to get a better look while holding on to her companions horns to keep from falling over. The beast looked back, making a series of clicks and whistles. Tam laughed and shook her head at the bit of tongue and cheek her friend was giving. She turned and made noises of the same manner before turning to address the sailors. “Ahoy there!”

[bolodebolacha-blog]

When the dragon landed on the mast, every crewman dropped what they were doing and drew weapons from their belts. They clustered together around the Princess, simultaneously trying to guard her and keep her from view.

Said princess was far from comfortable suddenly being surrounded by smelly hot bodies from every angle. Ugh. They were pushing her up against the railing of the ship! If they weren’t careful she’d go tumbling over the edge into the sea. In addition, they thought that knives and cutlasses would be effective against a dragon? As if. The thing would be too fast for them to even hit. She didn’t automatically assume the beast and its rider wished to hurt them, but as a precaution, she reached into the bodess of her dress and withdrew a small book she had kept stashed in there.

One sailor in front glared up at the two of them. “You there! Who are you and what do you mean by boarding the king’s ship unauthorized?! Answer quickly and perhaps we will be merciful and allow you and your monster to keep your heads!”