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[sorefoot]

[ viserys wakes, head thrashing from side to side with a dull scream leaving his throat. horrible nightmares of gold and an unbearable heat. his hands go to his head and sighs when he's met with lukewarm flesh and soft hair.

his eyes go about the room. unknown, alone.

voice frantic he calls out: ]

Where am I?!

Comments

[sorefoot]

Amazing... The only dragons I have seen have been skulls of the old and terrible, long gone with no even the smallest scale left to be found, yet, here you breathe.

[ faaacinated ]

[huffythedragon]

I know, it's pretty awesome, right?

[sorefoot]

Can you fly? Breeze fire from your lungs?

[huffythedragon]

[He looks at his back, pathetically lacking in wings]

I can't fly, but I can breathe fire. Wanna see?

[sorefoot]

I would be most honored.

[ he'll back away a little, star still in his eyes. ooh a real dragon goodie goodie. ]

[huffythedragon]

[Well, Spike sure does like having his ego fed, and it's about time someone showed up with a proper respect for dragons. He takes a deep breath and breathes out a small stream of his sparkly green fire]

[sorefoot]

[ if viserys had seen dragons before he'd tease him but since he never has, this is amazing. ]

Green fire? [ how does one form words. ]

[huffythedragon]

Yep! My fire is special, I can transport things with it.

[sorefoot]

Transport? How and where does it leave the item you touch?

[ pauses ]

Can your fire do as fire should? Can you burn?

[huffythedragon]

I don't know, it's just something it does.

Sure! I can burn things too.

[sorefoot]

Amazing. [ he really is struck by this. a living dragon with scales and breaths fire. ]

It's certainly a shame that you cannot fly.

[huffythedragon]

It's okay, I more than make up for it with my sparkling personality.

[sorefoot]

I've not know you long, but I will take your word for it.

[ one does not argue with a dragon. ]

[huffythedragon]

[Wow, he is so unused to such treatment]

...Really?