The dragon's apprentice waited where he was told, and when Hanna returned, he accepted the potion with a furrowed brow.
He'd never held a potion before and warily he brought it close to his nose to sniff. It was nice! Probably the nicest thing he'd smelled since Hanna's weird cinnamon breath. Which he was not going to comment on.
"Did you make this?" Maurice didn't bother hiding his awe. He took the bag and could only wonder what on Earth this dragon was making all these potions and spells for. Was he bored? Was he working toward some grander plan? Was someone paying him? That would be silly. No sane man would approach a dragon like the town baker with a catering order! Whatever it was, he was thankful because now he could finally get rid of the stench of the road and the ink stains all over him. He could only hope a good scrub against some rocks would get some of the ink out of his new clothes.
He rubbed his chin and dared to ask more. "That brush and mirror you promised..."
"I did! That's what I do, among other things." He thinks a moment about where he actually put that brush and mirror, leaving the room to go find it again, and returns with the items, holding them out for Maurice as well.
It was redundant at this point, but that sure as hell didn't stop Maurice from saying, "I never imagined..."
He never imagined a lot of things.
But with all his bath thangs in tow, he beamed tiredly up at his keeper, all kinds of ready to not be disgusting anymore. That prospect alone was enough to keep his spoiled attitude at bay. And then he wanted to sleep. He'd never gone so long without sleep in his entire life, not even when he'd been sick as a child.
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He'd never held a potion before and warily he brought it close to his nose to sniff. It was nice! Probably the nicest thing he'd smelled since Hanna's weird cinnamon breath. Which he was not going to comment on.
"Did you make this?" Maurice didn't bother hiding his awe. He took the bag and could only wonder what on Earth this dragon was making all these potions and spells for. Was he bored? Was he working toward some grander plan? Was someone paying him? That would be silly. No sane man would approach a dragon like the town baker with a catering order! Whatever it was, he was thankful because now he could finally get rid of the stench of the road and the ink stains all over him. He could only hope a good scrub against some rocks would get some of the ink out of his new clothes.
He rubbed his chin and dared to ask more. "That brush and mirror you promised..."
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"Alright, if that's all settled, we ready to go?"
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He never imagined a lot of things.
But with all his bath thangs in tow, he beamed tiredly up at his keeper, all kinds of ready to not be disgusting anymore. That prospect alone was enough to keep his spoiled attitude at bay. And then he wanted to sleep. He'd never gone so long without sleep in his entire life, not even when he'd been sick as a child.