Thread: The Legend of Wyrmrock (Major Mario x Driven to drift)

Every raw second of her years of training told her that none of what went on before her very eyes should have been happening. The moment of silence between them as the dragon shifted his own position to one of more comfort than threat gave her more than ample time to just...watch. With her arms still crossed, she subtly pinched the underside of one arm. No, not dreaming. Very much still alive and awake. And while she couldn't say she was relaxed by any shake of a sword, she couldn't say she felt ready for battle any longer, either. This wasn't right, none of it. She was supposed to slay beasts that attacked and harassed those who hired her with purpose, not ones who would sit and have a blasted conversation. Some part of her still wished to err on the side of caution, expect some trick. Perhaps it - he? Surely with a voice like that it was a he? How was she to gender a dragon? - liked to chat with its meal before roasting it? She had no intentions of seceding as a meal too quickly and yet...she still didn't feel quite right. The pair observed each other for a moment in the pause, Roslyn's green eyes reflecting the caution she still felt coupled with the ever-growing curiosity of what he had to say. She took only the barest of instants to scan the seated dragon, noting the smattering of old scars and yet otherwise regal creature. Her attention shifted back to his eyes when he began to speak once more. The more he spoke, the more foolish she felt. She had accepted the bounty too quickly, too in need of a new task and the offered reward to learn much of anything about the area. She knew nothing of Raspbrook save for where it was established and the rumors of the job she had then accepted. Sir Graham's number one rule floated through her mind and she smiled wryly to herself always learn the very basics of the area with which you are to hunt. The bastard had been right again. And she was the fool...again. Another brief pause as she eyed the still-passive dragon once more. She wasn't too certain on how to read him for honesty, but the threat she had felt had diminished drastically. That last little comment of his, though, was the straw that broke the horse's back, so-to-speak. Casting a glance behind her, she offered a laugh of disbelief before slowly dropping onto her rear with her knees bent up before her while the sheathe of her sword bumped and scraped against the stone floor beneath her. She rested her elbows on her knees and rubbed her hands over her face. Me? Pleasant company? You must not get many visitors not seeking your neck if I am pleasant company, she mused, though her tone was far-more good-natured than she felt at the moment. Her hands dropped away from her face and draped over her knees as she gazed back up at the dragon's eyes with a fairly apologetic smile. I can't help but feel that I owe you an apology...had I actually done the investigation I should have prior to accepting the task, I should hope I would have known better. Or she still would have at least moved to investigate if only to say she had slayed a dragon. Pride was an ugly thing. A sigh puffed past her lips, disturbing wisps of hair that danced before her forehead. Then again, I've not been much for brilliant decisions as of late. But, ah well... She trailed off with a dismissive wave of her hand. I suppose we'll both leave without bloodshed at the least. I have no desire to fight with you any longer. It appears I have made quite the mistake. Another thought struck her and her head tilted briefly in thought. I...perhaps I should return to the village, then. See if I can talk them in to leaving you be, although the indomitable Lord Tavish does seem a fair-bit skittish. It would, ah...be the least I could do to atone for disturbing you. She shifted somewhat uncomfortably in her seat. She felt at fault for the situation, and maybe even a little overwhelmed that she sat speaking with a dragon who spoke no direct malice to the village its home was near. Or her, for that matter.