But then Hanna started working his magic and for a split second, the fool prince actually looked away before remembering that his employer was technically always naked. He turned around, ready to huff and puff about being fooled again by this dragon's antics but instead watched in wonder as he changed before his eyes.
And then he understood.
His mother would wear those pristine scales as a cloak in a heartbeat. She would make gloves, boots, a cape, even a tunic from those wings. They really were impressive and Maurice lost himself in staring. He couldn't let that happen to him.
Hanna turns his head, blinking at his apprentice who couldn't seem to take his eyes off of him. But, instead of getting annoyed his frown turned to a sultry smile, posing as good he could to look like a regal dragon despite his thin, long body. His freshly color stripped scales seemed to glow in comparison to the ugly browns and oranges that he had been covered with, no longer lavender either, and nods to Maurice, expectantly.
Maurice froze. Had he been--he had been staring. The prince's face blanched, almost matching Hanna's scales as he internally screamed. What in the nine hells had just happened? Maybe he'd spent too long in the sun after being in the cave for a whole week.
"Better." He quickly occupied his mouth with what was left of dinner so he would at least have time to think before saying anything else.
"That's it?" He protested, looking offended, though he supposed it was the words of an idiot prince who obviously knew nothing of flattering large beasts with daggers for teeth.
"Fine. You looked better when you washed too, can't say the same for today." He huffs and goes back to organizing, his tail scraping away the magic circle as he worked.
"Mmmph!" The prince started coughing, having sucked dinner down the wrong tube when he gasped. He pounded his fist on the table and blinked away tears until he was able to swallow. Once he was sure he wasn't going to die (from choking) he scrambled for a save.
"Much better!" He sounded like a broken flute and sagged visibly. WELP things had almost gone well. He looked at himself. Hanna was right, he looked like he belonged back in town with all the dust and mud on him.
"Hmmm," He hums noncommittally, half ignoring Maurice. Dragons are rather prideful, even ones like Hanna, you had to be careful. "The lake is still there if you ever need to wash by the way. Don't forget to get behind your ears," He grumbles and continues his organizing.
It seems no amount of saving will help this situation, best just deal with it Maurice.
He sagged even further down in his seat. Maurice couldn't even argue that. Why did he feel so awful? This had nothing to do with his being beheaded or hunted for sport or discounted as a 'person'. It was over his stupid scales. Two days ago, Maurice would have chomped at the bit to punch a hole in the sassy dragon's pride.
"I'll go do that." He excused himself from the table and gathered up his things to go and give himself a good wash--Sally too. Her poor legs were filthy from the road and her tail was in tangles.
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But then Hanna started working his magic and for a split second, the fool prince actually looked away before remembering that his employer was technically always naked. He turned around, ready to huff and puff about being fooled again by this dragon's antics but instead watched in wonder as he changed before his eyes.
And then he understood.
His mother would wear those pristine scales as a cloak in a heartbeat. She would make gloves, boots, a cape, even a tunic from those wings. They really were impressive and Maurice lost himself in staring. He couldn't let that happen to him.
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"What do you think?"
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"Better." He quickly occupied his mouth with what was left of dinner so he would at least have time to think before saying anything else.
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"Fine. You looked better when you washed too, can't say the same for today." He huffs and goes back to organizing, his tail scraping away the magic circle as he worked.
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"Much better!" He sounded like a broken flute and sagged visibly. WELP things had almost gone well. He looked at himself. Hanna was right, he looked like he belonged back in town with all the dust and mud on him.
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It seems no amount of saving will help this situation, best just deal with it Maurice.
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"I'll go do that." He excused himself from the table and gathered up his things to go and give himself a good wash--Sally too. Her poor legs were filthy from the road and her tail was in tangles.
Thinking was hard.
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Geez, have no manners, stare and then doesn't even give a good compliment. humans.