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inquiry from  @ironfangd​ — “Yeah, right I was laughing! Are you an idiot? How can you reach with these baby legs?”

          Low growl was all that could be heard from Salamander as the unlikely pair of Dragons trudged along.   Master thought it’d be a good idea to send the rivals on a mission that would require a ... brute touch.   Slayer thinks he’s full of crap,   and realized that most of the other strongest members of the Guild were either busy,   or already on jobs themselves.   After much whining from Salamander,   the simple threat of a call to Erza would suffice to keep the unruly dragon in line ... for now.

           As the two marched on,   both choosing to not use public transportation to avoid any unnecessary motion sickness, they had to take the long way.   Toned arms stay crossed upon broad chest,   emerald drifting off to anywhere but the man in front.  Quiet groans and mumbling ensued,   boy was truly no better than a child in situations like these. 

              back  straight,  head  high,  gaze  even.  that  was  what  she  had  been  taught,  how  she  had  been  raised  to  face  down  the  world  that  would  make  itself  her  enemy.  and  it  had  done  just  that  time  and  time  again,  but  she  would  not  let  it  break  her.  not  publicly,  at  least.  she  was  still  an  orland,  and  power  flowed  in  her  blood  that  no  one  could  take  away  from  her.  

              the  dragon’s  words  settled,  and  minerva  couldn’t  help  reacting.  red  lip  curled  in  a  sneer,  gaze  shifting  to  look  at  him  with  nothing  but  disdain  in  green  eyes.  sure,  he  may  be  taller  than  her    —    most  others  were    —    but  she  was  stronger.  she  was  better.    (  she  was  a  goddess  and  a  monster  in  one  form,  worshipped  and  feared  in  the  same  breath.  )    he  had  no  idea  what  it  was  time  for.

the yelp that escaped her was almost as embarrassing as getting picked up by the back of her shirt like some lost kitten. seriously, couldn't he greet her some normal way? A HELLO? what gave him the right to grab her all willy-nilly like that, anyway? just because she was smaller than him? ( bullshit! he didn't manhandle pantherlily! )

amidst her flailing, she desperately tried to free herself from his grasp, to little avail. alas, he did have her beat when it came to physical strength — a true BRAINS && BRAWN pair, they were. so, flail she would, which did absolutely nothing to help her flustered state.