Thread: The Dragon's Treasure

No problem things like that happen to me too sometimes. It was risky...Angelique knew that. Angering the dragon could bring a swift end to life in general their meeting had simply upended life as she knew it, but she was still alive at least. Even so, what was she supposed to do? Lie? Pretend that everything was fine? She wouldn't do so if held against her will by other humans, so why should she do that for anyone else? Her gaze shifted away from the massive array of bronze scales as she thought on this if she had been kidnapped by a human, her situation would be far worse in every way. Here, she had not been harmed the surroundings were luxurious, the food was surprisingly good, and her captor was...strange, but not cruel. It was as if she had been abducted by an eccentric millionaire. Who just happened to be a giant winged creature that could crush her flat with one taloned foot. In the privacy of her own mind, the girl had to admit that her protesting wasn't the wisest or most sensible thing she could do in the situation. Still, a mix of pride and bewilderment made it impossible for her to simply go along with the dragon quietly. It was Tahlia's comment about dreams that ruffled her proverbial feathers, and the girl found herself trying to catch the taller form's eyes with her own. Her back was straight, her chin raised fear might have been more prudent but it wasn't what she displayed. I appreciate you giving me so much, I mean it...but there's more to life than this. I've got dreams of my own, and people I care about who are probably worried about me, and I can't do anything about any of that while I'm in here. And if you expect me to lie about how I feel, then you're going to wait a long time. Her arms were crossed over her chest, a frown stretched across her face. If you won't let me leave, fine, but that doesn't mean I'm going to stop wanting to go home. You can give me all the stuff in the world, but stuff's not a replacement for my family or my friends or any of the other things I wanted to do with my life. That's why I'm not happy about this, because my dream was never to live in a place like this. It wasn't to be poor, either, but all the wealth in the world can't buy the things I want most. And they aren't things you can bring me, either. That having been said, she sighed quietly, letting her arms drop to her sides. But if you can't understand what it's like to spend most of your life chasing your dreams, only to have it snatched away from you by someone who doesn't even care, then that's that. You wouldn't let me leave even if I was miserable...so I'll just have to make the best out of it. There was a hint of pain in her eyes as she went on to ask this was, for her, almost like she was admitting defeat to a certain degree. Making plans for how to be more comfortable in her imprisonment meant she wasn't making progress towards getting out...and she didn't want to feel at home here. It wasn't home. Listen...there's a whole world outside, and if I can't go see it, then can you at least go see it for me? I should at least be able to hear about it from someone else. And I want some way to pass the time while you're gone, so could you bring me some books or movies? If not, get some music? A radio, a CD player, a computer with MP3s, something I can listen to. Or maybe a recorder, so I can send my songs to someone... The girl's words dropped to a mutter even as her head finally drooped town, gaze falling solidly to the floor. ...not that anything's going to come of that, now.