"You said polkadots at first like it was the best idea you ever had." Hanna grumbles, knowing that patterns like that would be extremely hard to create, but a dappling? Well. A splash of color without much pattern to it would be relatively easy, thankfully. "I might just. You don't think it would look horrible with the pink?" His tail flicks from side to side as he thinks, putting more things in his brew as he follows the recipe. It's started to turn an odd shade of green, but at the very least it doesn't smell hideous.
At the mention of wolves Hanna smiles, nodding, "its easier to live somewhere if there aren't humans around to disrupt your life. Perhaps we should let it be, let the wolves keep the land. I'm sure there's somewhere else. In fact, we could settle right here and be happy. I've lived here for years and never regretted it."
"I was drunk," Maurice reminded him. Polkadots. Gracious. Eugh. Of course a dragon that colored himself like a petunia would love that idea. Maurice opened an eye to watch Hanna work. He'd seen him down that cask and he moved and spoke as if he hadn't the slightest inkling of a headache.
It wasn't fair!
He wasn't allowed to pout for long though because Hanna started talking about settling again and it made his ears grow hot for reasons Maurice couldn't fathom. "You already live here. I think that makes this mountain count as settled."
"You also said tartan, and heavens knows that would be the ultimate disaster." He turns his head to glance at Maurice, just waiting for him to do more than just lay there, but he feels like he'll be disappointed if he waits too long.
"I was talking about the kingdom you wanted to start. I know I already live here, but I feel like perhaps you're still deciding." His tail lifts, grabbing a ladel to taste what he had been creating and shrugs, pouring some into a thick glass. He set it aside to cool. "The base of the hill would be a good place for a down though. More inbetween than the one on the other side of the hill. And closer to your original home."
Sorry, Hanna, Maurice won't be standing up for a while.
The heat left his ears in favor of chilly surprise. "You're...serious about this, aren't you?"
The prince had to have a good think about that. Could he truly become a king just like that? Because he put up a castle and decided it was so? Wouldn't there have to be a dreadful war?
"Oh, Hanna, I don't know if building an empire this close to Mother's is a good idea...If she catches sight of me...who knows what she would do!"
"You aren't? I just liked the idea of not having to hide." He smiles a little to himself, "Though that's far less realistic than I'm used to, but it's a nice thought."
He snuffs out the fire beneath the pot and grabs the still slightly steaming cup, moving back over to the other man and offering it. "In any case, you wouldn't make a good king laying on the floor like you are, so drink this and hopefully it will help you. Just don't forget to blow on it."
"Well I...I don't know." He rubbed his face and accepted the cup with the other hand. "I wish there were a place you didn't have to hide...a place that was safe for all dragons. But could I really make something like that? I never imagined being anything besides your errand boy for the rest of my life."
He took a drink without blowing on it first and let out a holler of regret. He was now thoroughly distracted.
"A-owh! What is this?"
It did't taste bad but it had startled him with how hot it was. He puffed meagerly on it a few times before taking a smaller sip.
"You're an apprentice, my lord. That doesn't mean errand boy." And while Maurice might feel like one, and yes the tasks Hanna had given him weren't grandiose, it did have purpose. When he was done transcribing, Hanna had every intention of teaching him what he'd written about, but that was only if the man was interested enough and stuck around. If he had other plans, then...well, he wouldn't kick him out, he knew too much and Hanna could admit to being a little attached to his friend, enough that he was upset when he thought he had left, but he could stay and pursue other goals as well. It wouldn't hurt anything.
"You need to give yourself more room to grow if that's all you want for your life." But, when he burns his tongue, he snorts, raising a brow, "Though perhaps all I say goes in one ear and out the next. Blow, it's hot."
And, raising up to his tallest height, looking proud of himself he announces, "It's my own personal remedy. It's a modified recipe that was handed down. I use it for everything, and it's a big seller in the town as well. Coughs, aches, it helps pretty much most basic ailments. Though...I wouldn't call it a miracle worker. I'm no healer, remember?"
"I never said that was what I wanted. Just what...I thought my life was going to be."
He obeyed and blew the steam away from his cup again and again. Finally it was drinkable. Maurice thought and thought hard on the proposition he'd accidentally made and the idea he'd accidentally planted. Could he really do it? When his stomach started to settle and his teeth started to feel less like they were being yanked out over and over again, he puffed out a sigh and looked up to Hanna.
"You might not, but I felt like I was dying an hour ago. That's miracle enough for me. Thank you." He tilted his cup from side to side, watching the dregs of the potion pool in the bottom. "If I could be a king, you could be a healer. You're incredibly talented."
"I must be a horrible teacher then. Are you afraid I'm going to have you weeding the herb garden next after we're done replanting?" He grins, though honestly, that wouldn't be too far from the truth since he wasn't all that good with his claws, and a bit clumsy with those human hands of his when he had them.
He watches happily as Maurice drinks his little potion though, pleased that he didn't dislike it, and if dragons could blush, well? "Oh...it's nothing, really. It's the best I can do for ailments, but nothing short of a miracle could get me to actually perfect real healing magic." But...with the look on the man's face and his words, it really made Hanna want to try. He might pull out his books and read them again, see if he could manage one little spell or two.
In any case, he'll casually sift through the treasure horde next to the both of them, not making eye contact, "I was serious though, when I said I'd pledge my magic to you if you became a king. I think you've got a good head on your shoulders if you continue to learn about other people, learn about the world."
"Yes," he admitted. He honestly wouldn't mind helping in the garden. He felt responsible for its destruction after all. But the topic of kings and magic came back around and he turned the cup around and around in his hands. Color flooded to the bridge of his nose and cheeks.
He had a good head on his shoulders.
"Well...I'll have to look into it. I don't know the first thing about becoming a king without taking the throne after your parents pass it to you."
"Well, you're right, we are going to do that, but it's not all menial tasks. When you're done with those copies, that's your new learning material." He informs him, though the color is back on Maurice's face again, and he remembers what he had said last night.
"Well, that can wait. It will take time. What I'm interested in, is that color on your face." His wing reaches out, gently poking his cheek with a claw, "Yes, I think that's the perfect shade of pink. Now how do you bottle that..."
"Well, if you're my apprentice, I don't think I could teach you how to be a dragon, so yes. I do believe that's what I'm going to be doing." He smiles right back, but downright grins when Maurice attempts to command him to do anything.
"My lord, you're not my king yet, and I'll do what I want with your face. I don't think you can stop me." He'll just poke Maurice's cheek again and laugh, his large snout getting closer to him, as if attempting to see the color of his cheeks more clearly, "Just hold still, I'm not done embarrassing you yet."
When Hanna's big snout invaded his personal space, Maurice squared his shoulders. Now that his head wasn't killing him, he felt well enough to sass him back. He reached out to flick the glittery earring that hung from one of the dragon's little ox's ears.
"You'll not be getting any more of these if you don't stop right now!"
Hanna stopped a moment, blinking at the prince before he let his eyes widen as big as they would go, ears folding back because he was a sad dragon. His long mouth turned down in a little frown.
"Oh, I would!" The prince's smirk grew into a wolfish grin as he leaned forward so that he could look eye to eye with the serpent. He wasn't nearly so afraid of those dagger teeth today. "And I'll never tell you who the jeweler is!"
Hanna gasped. "Y-you're heartless!" He managed, turning his head away as if he were fighting back tears. And then...he started to shrink.
Just like usual, the transformation didn't take long, but if at all possible, those big dragon eyes of his, while they did shrink down to fit the man's face he now wore, looked bigger than they usually were. Just so blue.
The picture of misery and sadness. There was some wetness there, making his eyes glassy, like he could just cry at the drop of a hat. "How could you!"
Maurice sat up a little straighter. Another transformation? So soon? But sure enough, there was that head of wild red hair and those enormous blue eyes leaning forward, begging his royalness for a drop of mercy!
And it was hard--it was hard to keep up his own teasing when Hanna was just so convincing! He really hadn't been lying when he'd said he had a terrible time telling when the wizard was joking or not.
Of all things to come out of Maurice's mouth, a hiccup was what it ended up being.
Those big blue eyes stared up at him all the more, little earring dangling, and then the expression changed to inquisitive curiosity. His hands lifted up and rested on both of his cheeks, staring some more, and then he pinched them.
"How come it's harder to say no when I'm like this but there's no sympathy for the dragon face? Don't tell me it doesn't happen, I'm sensing a pattern here!"
Maurice felt the little hairs on the back of his neck stand up when Hanna's human face leaned in close. It was interesting, the way there were little wild flecks in his eyes. Now that he knew that Hanna was a dragon, it was easier for him to pick out his tells.
He didn't get to comment on this though because suddenly Hanna's hands were on his face. They were sort of war--
"Aaow ow ow hey!" He pulled his head away and sort of half swatted at Hanna. "I'm usually looking at your chin. Or up your nose! I'm the shortest member of my family, it's not my fault."
Well, at least he was honest? "Oh...well, I guess that makes sense." He didn't feel especially tall or large, but he supposed compared to an average human, he would be.
"Not the best view...I'll try and be better about eye contact then." He'll tap his foot a moment in thought before nodding to him, curious, "Are you feeling better then? Ready to tackle the day?"
"That would help." Maurice rubbed his face and sat his cup aside. He thought. Yes, he figured it was time to stand. He waved his hand for Hanna to move and slowly stood up. Maurice let out a groan and rubbed his back. Oof. He wouldn't be sleeping up against a wall any time soon.
Now that he was standing, he could look downward at Hanna and after a thought, tipped his head up and then tilted his head to the side so that he was looking at him with just the one eye.
"You look like this all the time."
Once he was done being a pest, he rubbed his back again and looked down the long hall.
"I think so. I'm ready to do some indoor chores today. If I remember correctly, I was almost done with one scroll...unless you've gone and put it somewhere."
"You could have just told me you didn't like looking up my nose, My Lord." He returns, taking the cheapshot of getting him in the gut when Maurice was being an ass. He doesn't hit him hard, just enough to be a surprise and then huffs, walking away.
"On the top shelf where you can't reach, obviously," Though of course, it was exactly where he had left it. He had only really put the furs and things away. "Now get to work, vacation is over."
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At the mention of wolves Hanna smiles, nodding, "its easier to live somewhere if there aren't humans around to disrupt your life. Perhaps we should let it be, let the wolves keep the land. I'm sure there's somewhere else. In fact, we could settle right here and be happy. I've lived here for years and never regretted it."
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It wasn't fair!
He wasn't allowed to pout for long though because Hanna started talking about settling again and it made his ears grow hot for reasons Maurice couldn't fathom. "You already live here. I think that makes this mountain count as settled."
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"I was talking about the kingdom you wanted to start. I know I already live here, but I feel like perhaps you're still deciding." His tail lifts, grabbing a ladel to taste what he had been creating and shrugs, pouring some into a thick glass. He set it aside to cool. "The base of the hill would be a good place for a down though. More inbetween than the one on the other side of the hill. And closer to your original home."
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The heat left his ears in favor of chilly surprise. "You're...serious about this, aren't you?"
The prince had to have a good think about that. Could he truly become a king just like that? Because he put up a castle and decided it was so? Wouldn't there have to be a dreadful war?
"Oh, Hanna, I don't know if building an empire this close to Mother's is a good idea...If she catches sight of me...who knows what she would do!"
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He snuffs out the fire beneath the pot and grabs the still slightly steaming cup, moving back over to the other man and offering it. "In any case, you wouldn't make a good king laying on the floor like you are, so drink this and hopefully it will help you. Just don't forget to blow on it."
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He took a drink without blowing on it first and let out a holler of regret. He was now thoroughly distracted.
"A-owh! What is this?"
It did't taste bad but it had startled him with how hot it was. He puffed meagerly on it a few times before taking a smaller sip.
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"You need to give yourself more room to grow if that's all you want for your life." But, when he burns his tongue, he snorts, raising a brow, "Though perhaps all I say goes in one ear and out the next. Blow, it's hot."
And, raising up to his tallest height, looking proud of himself he announces, "It's my own personal remedy. It's a modified recipe that was handed down. I use it for everything, and it's a big seller in the town as well. Coughs, aches, it helps pretty much most basic ailments. Though...I wouldn't call it a miracle worker. I'm no healer, remember?"
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He obeyed and blew the steam away from his cup again and again. Finally it was drinkable. Maurice thought and thought hard on the proposition he'd accidentally made and the idea he'd accidentally planted. Could he really do it? When his stomach started to settle and his teeth started to feel less like they were being yanked out over and over again, he puffed out a sigh and looked up to Hanna.
"You might not, but I felt like I was dying an hour ago. That's miracle enough for me. Thank you." He tilted his cup from side to side, watching the dregs of the potion pool in the bottom. "If I could be a king, you could be a healer. You're incredibly talented."
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He watches happily as Maurice drinks his little potion though, pleased that he didn't dislike it, and if dragons could blush, well? "Oh...it's nothing, really. It's the best I can do for ailments, but nothing short of a miracle could get me to actually perfect real healing magic." But...with the look on the man's face and his words, it really made Hanna want to try. He might pull out his books and read them again, see if he could manage one little spell or two.
In any case, he'll casually sift through the treasure horde next to the both of them, not making eye contact, "I was serious though, when I said I'd pledge my magic to you if you became a king. I think you've got a good head on your shoulders if you continue to learn about other people, learn about the world."
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"Yes," he admitted. He honestly wouldn't mind helping in the garden. He felt responsible for its destruction after all. But the topic of kings and magic came back around and he turned the cup around and around in his hands. Color flooded to the bridge of his nose and cheeks.
He had a good head on his shoulders.
"Well...I'll have to look into it. I don't know the first thing about becoming a king without taking the throne after your parents pass it to you."
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"Well, that can wait. It will take time. What I'm interested in, is that color on your face." His wing reaches out, gently poking his cheek with a claw, "Yes, I think that's the perfect shade of pink. Now how do you bottle that..."
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Maurice nearly dropped the cup. He was equal parts excited and afraid until Hanna pointed out his face. He huffed and scrubbed at his face.
"As your future king I command you to leave my face out of this!"
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"My lord, you're not my king yet, and I'll do what I want with your face. I don't think you can stop me." He'll just poke Maurice's cheek again and laugh, his large snout getting closer to him, as if attempting to see the color of his cheeks more clearly, "Just hold still, I'm not done embarrassing you yet."
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When Hanna's big snout invaded his personal space, Maurice squared his shoulders. Now that his head wasn't killing him, he felt well enough to sass him back. He reached out to flick the glittery earring that hung from one of the dragon's little ox's ears.
"You'll not be getting any more of these if you don't stop right now!"
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"You'd do that? To this face?"
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Just like usual, the transformation didn't take long, but if at all possible, those big dragon eyes of his, while they did shrink down to fit the man's face he now wore, looked bigger than they usually were. Just so blue.
The picture of misery and sadness. There was some wetness there, making his eyes glassy, like he could just cry at the drop of a hat. "How could you!"
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And it was hard--it was hard to keep up his own teasing when Hanna was just so convincing! He really hadn't been lying when he'd said he had a terrible time telling when the wizard was joking or not.
Of all things to come out of Maurice's mouth, a hiccup was what it ended up being.
"W-well then you'll just...have...to be good!"
He was still going to try.
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"How come it's harder to say no when I'm like this but there's no sympathy for the dragon face? Don't tell me it doesn't happen, I'm sensing a pattern here!"
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He didn't get to comment on this though because suddenly Hanna's hands were on his face. They were sort of war--
"Aaow ow ow hey!" He pulled his head away and sort of half swatted at Hanna. "I'm usually looking at your chin. Or up your nose! I'm the shortest member of my family, it's not my fault."
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"Not the best view...I'll try and be better about eye contact then." He'll tap his foot a moment in thought before nodding to him, curious, "Are you feeling better then? Ready to tackle the day?"
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Now that he was standing, he could look downward at Hanna and after a thought, tipped his head up and then tilted his head to the side so that he was looking at him with just the one eye.
"You look like this all the time."
Once he was done being a pest, he rubbed his back again and looked down the long hall.
"I think so. I'm ready to do some indoor chores today. If I remember correctly, I was almost done with one scroll...unless you've gone and put it somewhere."
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"On the top shelf where you can't reach, obviously," Though of course, it was exactly where he had left it. He had only really put the furs and things away. "Now get to work, vacation is over."