@ofarslans
“dima, enough,” a stern, maternal tone implies that her impetuous beast is a child, rather than the powerful, grown dragon that he was. she hadn’t intended for her words to be audible, but frustration had finally gotten the best of her. “you’re being a child,” dignified, dima raised his chin despite her scolding, reflective scales glinting blindingly against the sunlight. he grumbles, arguing that he is completely justified in rebelling from this oppressive treatment. he despises the saddle, and while she can understand that sentiment, she can hardly ride him bareback (she pretends she is much taller but she is undeniably a dwarf. stout.) heightened senses perk, alerting her to a second presence before dima even notices that they have company. she turns her head. “look, you titanic brat, you’re embarrassing yourself before the princess,” her tone lightens from chastising to mirthful, face softening from a scold, melting to a smile. “i apologize, your highness, for his behavior. he’s... a bit-- vain.”
