Thread: Dragons and Cats (DinoDroid & Mafdet)

RE Dragons and Cats She didn't react to his words, not in any way to be seen anyhow. Obviously she could hear the activities behind her, but she didn't want to join in with them. Oh yes, why don't I want to join in the celebration of demoralizing and killing a lot of my own people... Jazira muttered to herself, though whether he heard or not she didn't care. Yet he still stayed enough to talk some more, parts in which made her want to snort with some disgust like she was that oblivious to the fact that the world was unfair. Her life was unfair for not being born a male, yet she tried to not say anything about it. Only some of her brothers cared to listen to her, which she had enjoyed even when she didn't enjoy life or the fact that she was a princess. For emotions though, she trained herself to not show after the few times she cried in front of her father and some of his company the look of disapproval was enough to make her want to curl up into a ball and disappear from the living world, much more so after the shouts to grow up. Being a princess wasn't the same as those in a fairytale book for her. Maybe it was just because of how her father made it to be, but that was just how it was and she had to be like this in order to not be pushed around by him. Let the dragon talk about emotions, he couldn't see into her mind, which was the one place that she at least still had. You know nothing about me, she muttered loud enough for him to hear when he started to leave and added in that she shouldn't be so quick to judge them. If he had asked, he could have known that she didn't think them as beasts, but why bother to say anything about what she thought about? She had no remark to add when he commented about the stars before he left at last. Maybe they were, but she didn't really care right now about them. Choices or not, she was still aching to go back home and didn't want to insert herself into any company while like this. Let them think of her as a brooding hating spoiled princess who lost her 'daddy'. It also didn't help that she was very tired as well as had a horrible headache, the music certainly wasn't helping that problem. Trying to ignore the dull throb of pain in her temples, she leaned against the railing as she stared down into the water now. Being alone was apparently going to be short-lived as she heard someone approaching again, her closing her eyes as she tried to restrain a sigh before she bothered to look up, wondering if she was going to have to deal with the white dragon again. But obviously this wasn't the case as she found herself staring at the young gold dragonling that she remembered from the night of the attack, who stared back at her with an expression that said that he was looking at her critically. She sighed gently as she sort of relaxed. Hello young one, she said with a gentle tone, evidently not going to try to make him go away like she had with the white dragon. Children were children, they generally did what they wanted, especially do the opposite of what others told them to do. Jazira was just going to let him do what he wanted, though she hoped that he'll get bored of her and leave to find fun elsewhere. What she didn't expect him to do was jump off the railing into the water, making her exclaim as she leaned over the railing to watch for him. Was he insane?! He could drown! Should she be shouting for someone right now? Before she had time to really think about it, the dragonling had launched himself out of the water like a cannon and heard him smack against the side of the boat, followed by the sound of claws digging into wood. It seemed that the dragons' children weren't as defenseless as those of her own kind, any child would have drowned if it wasn't rescued. Calming down from her near heart attack, she frowned at the dragonling as he reached the top and climbed back onto the railing only to shake himself off, damping her in the process in which case she tried to shield herself a bit with her arms in reflex. You shouldn't be jumping off like that, it's really- She found herself being soaked from a jet of water as the dragonling launched his 'attack' on her, her hair and fur as well as part of her dress that had become worn and ragged through the whole week of constant traveling. After she shook herself so as to rid of most of the water, which made her headache worse, she narrowed her eyes at the dragonling as he ran a short distance away and twittered his laughter of what he did. He was trying to lure her into a game, she realized. The problem was that she felt no inclination to join him by chasing him, mainly because her body ached and she didn't have the endurance that the dragons naturally had. All she wanted to do was curl up and sleep, and hope that the headache would go away. I appreciate the shower, but maybe later I'll play, she said after a few seconds, managing to smile a little bit as she had at least joked somewhat.