May 17, 2016
"I would describe him as... v-very, very big. And pointy."
“How…descriptive of you,” the drake chuckled. “Come now child, you wound me. No exhalation of my wit or prowess in battle? I am merely big and pointy?”
“V-very well,” Rossiel relented. “I admit you’ve a keen wit, and your claws are likely more scathing than your tongue – however, I cannot truly speak for your physical prowess, as I’ve yet to witness it firsthand, but I am… ah… n-not in the greatest hurry to do so, shall we say.”
The drake preened at her words. “No truer words have ever been spoken. Such a shame though, are you quite sure you do not wish to see my strength first hand? I may even allow you to choose the target.” Smoke curled from his nostrils as he grinned widely.
