Thread: Dragons and Cats (DinoDroid & Mafdet)

Jazira was beginning to understand why everyone were quite weary of the elder grandmotherly dragoness as she turned back to the jaguar after hissing at the first dragon and having the shorter dragon assure her that he'd have the clothes ready for her in a few days. It would be in her best interest to never get on the dragoness's bad side, the princess mentally took that note and filed it away in her memory. It's alright. Besides, food does sound rather good, she added as her hand was grabbed and allowed herself to be dragged to the galley. Not that she had much say, this dragoness had a lot more strength in her than her appearance seemed while she looked to the little golden dragonling that rode on Neera's shoulder. At least there were friendly dragons among the boat of not-quite-friendly dragons. Following Neera to the galley, she looked up and glanced to see that there were a few other people inside, one in which was Dracon. Again she wasn't sure what she should think of him right now, but at least they weren't going to interact with him right away as they made their way to the cook who Jazira felt was a little familiar, being handed a bowl of hot stew that already twitched at the jaguar's senses. It smelled amazing to her. As they took a seat and Neera watched the dragonlings as they were trying to dip their heads into the large cauldron to eat from it, Jazira smiled a little bit as she watched for a few seconds before taking a few sips from the stew. When Neera apologized, she merely flicked her attention to the elder then merely shook her head lightly. It's alright, I will be fine... as for that, I know the bath can wait. Vrax's reaction hadn't really surprised me.. she said softly, somewhat conscious of how that sounded. But no, the dragons really hated her people, so why treat her any differently? Sipping her stew again, their attention was shifted to the cook and the blue dragonling that had fallen into the cauldron while trying to eat. Giggling gently as the dragonling would eventually go back to the cook in a glum manner, as the cook would obviously rapt it on the head gently, she returned her attention to her stew even as Neera got up and shuffled off for a minute, unaware of the action as she was eating until Dracon was pulled up and sat in front of the jaguar, as though he was a dragonling again. The princess frowned softly as Neera told them to talk, flicking her ears back against her head briefly as she ruffled her wings in an agitated fashion. Tell him how she felt? The prospect was already a little daunting, especially when she didn't know what it was that she should be telling him. 'It can't be that simple...' she thought, wishing she could say that. But she could hear the edge in the dragoness's tone and didn't wish to invoke her anger or try her patience. Jazira shifted her wings awkwardly as she took to looking at her half-eaten stew, pretty quiet all things considered. I... don't know what to say first... she murmured, still not looking up right away. She sighed gently as she eventually glanced up. Your actions and words just keeps confusing me... I was taken, never to ever go back home, and yet you say that I can do as I will, leave or stay... even as you expressed that you wanted me to stay with the village... What am I supposed to think?