"I warned you with my voice," he insisted in a thin voice.
When Hanna's shadow fell over him, he tightened his grip on the bow. Hanna would have to kill him or bite his arm off before he took it away! The dragon's question surprised him and he un-tensed his shoulders.
"I don't think so. I'm dizzy, I don't think I can stand yet."
"Of course you did." He returns, still inspecting him even if he's obviously still fighting the pain that is still reaching the edge of his voice.
"Well that's good. When you can stand, you can help me with my ear you little shit." He huffs, glaring down at Maurice and using his tail to steady his back, far more gentle than when he had sent him flying.
The prince took his sweet time getting to his feet. "Your ear? What, do you want me to kiss it better?"
He was a little sorry to have marred it up. Maurice was privately fond of the dragon's little ox's ears. Maybe he should have punched a hole in the dragon's wing instead. He coughed again and allowed the dragon's tail to hold him upright.
"You've pierced it! With some unclean arrow! You can help me clean it, and then tomorrow you can look for an earring big enough to fit because I refuse to look even more ridiculous than I normally do on any given day." He huffs, half tempted to knock him back on his ass again, but he refrains.
And, as much as he'd like to tell him yes, Hanna shakes his head, "I can remedy things with potions, like illness, but I don't possess healing magic. It's a rare talent." So he's rather thankful he didn't damage his wings because damage like that could potentially ground him for life.
Finally the first twitch of a guilty frown tugged at the corner of the prince's mouth. "Oh..."
He ducked away from Hanna's tail long enough to collect his undamaged arrows. Then he allowed himself to be led inside. That hadn't gone like he'd imagined at all. In his head, he'd imagined the white dragon beaming down at him and praising him for his one talent. By the time he'd been set to work cleaning Hanna's wound, hew as wearing a face that was even longer than the serpent's.
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When Hanna's shadow fell over him, he tightened his grip on the bow. Hanna would have to kill him or bite his arm off before he took it away! The dragon's question surprised him and he un-tensed his shoulders.
"I don't think so. I'm dizzy, I don't think I can stand yet."
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"Well that's good. When you can stand, you can help me with my ear you little shit." He huffs, glaring down at Maurice and using his tail to steady his back, far more gentle than when he had sent him flying.
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He was a little sorry to have marred it up. Maurice was privately fond of the dragon's little ox's ears. Maybe he should have punched a hole in the dragon's wing instead. He coughed again and allowed the dragon's tail to hold him upright.
"Can't you just magic it away?"
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And, as much as he'd like to tell him yes, Hanna shakes his head, "I can remedy things with potions, like illness, but I don't possess healing magic. It's a rare talent." So he's rather thankful he didn't damage his wings because damage like that could potentially ground him for life.
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He ducked away from Hanna's tail long enough to collect his undamaged arrows. Then he allowed himself to be led inside. That hadn't gone like he'd imagined at all. In his head, he'd imagined the white dragon beaming down at him and praising him for his one talent. By the time he'd been set to work cleaning Hanna's wound, hew as wearing a face that was even longer than the serpent's.