#lcveblind

TWO froog!

With a crunch of trampled twigs and disturbed bushes, Dravite extracted herself with a snort from a dense patch of undergrowth, grunting and snorting in protest. Her tough dense scales might have been impervious to thorns and sharp splinters, but the tied bundle of burlap around her neck would snag and catch on the smallest obstacles, forcing her to trudge onwards full force to break through.

Part of her wished she’d dumped the lumpy bag long before she’d become inconvenienced by it - but the more reasonable side to her, not yet irritated into irrationality, knew better than to risk hunting in unknown terrain. The bundle of bread, dried meat and cheese, duly stolen- ahem, borrowed, from a peasant’s pantry, would have to remain on her back no matter how inconvenient it got.

Shaking herself free from the leaves collecting over her scaly back and load with a huff of breath, the diminutive drake looked through a break in the treeline at the distant horizon. The jagged outline of the crystalcrown peaks felt no closer to her than when she’d wandered off from her usual route, the sight making her sigh through sharp teeth. But, she trusted her sense of directions enough to remain certain she was not moving away from the shining mountains, and was still on the path of the long way around.

A few choice curse words were hissed under Dravite’s breath at the heavier patrols scurrying across the mountainside roads she was used to taking like so many fire ants. She wasn’t sure why the activity of armed men had increased so sharply, and she frankly did not care for human affairs, but she wasn’t one to pick needless fights. Especially when said fights could be as painful and embarrassing as planting one’s tail square on a hill of said fire ants.

...Not that the long way around had turned out particularly safer.

Dravite lifted her snout to the air, whiffing in a deep breath and grimacing, the distant caustic scent feeling as though it was stripping her sinuses raw. A mixture of cold alchemical burn, and decidedly dragon musk - it wasn’t everywhere, but it was there enough for her to tell the empty stretch of land was occupied. The small drake grumbled, proceeding under the cover of trees at a hurried, plodding pace.

Some dragons had no qualms with making a light snack of unwary hatchlings trespassing, or worse. And she wasn’t about to stop and wait to see what kind of dragon was occupying the landscape.

She definitely wasn’t expecting the sight of a vine-choked cathedral bathed in sunlight at the edge of the woodland. Dravite blinked owlishly at the sight of the decrepit building, staring up at the pale grey stones pockmarked with moss. Older dragons didn’t much care for human buildings, either as homes or as landmarks - but given this one was abandonned, so perhaps the master of the countryside had chosen not to care for it.

...Either way. The vast stretch of uncovered terrain was enough for Dravite to feel nervous, even after looking out at the blue skies, straining her eyes yet failing to spot the shadow of wings overhead. Travelling uncovered by day did not appeal to her in the slightest. As such, the small drake darted for the building, practically diving in its shade and scuttling along the wall to a small door ensconced in shade.

A beat passed. The drink is placed before him once again, glass clinking delicately against wood.

"Have you ever considered marriage before, Doctor?"

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Let’s play a drinking game!

There's a low hum.

"I suppose I should have anticipated that." He mused, gaze drifting down to the glass in front of him once more.

Royals quite often get little say in who they could court, let alone if they were allowed in the first place. Such frivolous emotions were to be placed on the back burner, even if it hurt.

"In the past." He replied, sighing a bit. "I entertained the idea at least a few times, long before life played it's hand. The concept is... admittedly soured for me now, though I understand it's significance. Even if I were to indulge the thought now, I doubt it'd be the safest thing to do."

Far, far too many people had it out for him. Far too many that would use every possible weakness of his against him, every crack in his defense they could dig their claws into. Marriage, whether he'd want it or not, was simply out of the question.

He once again slid the glass back to her.

"Were there any relations of yours that you hoped would deepen?"

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Let’s play a drinking game!

The glass would be appraised with a furrowed brow, the good Doctor eventually turning his gaze to his assistant.

"... There is not much to say, in all honesty." He said softly. His tone was as straightforward as it always was, though it held a note of melancholy. "I had none. The very, very few relationships that could have led to something did not, for one reason or another. I don't tend to dwell on them."

The glass would be gently set to the side, then, after a moment's consideration, set back in front of her.

"Since you've broached the subject, I suppose I should turn the question back onto you. What were your past lovers like?"

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attraction meme

Romantic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Sexual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Aesthetic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Sensual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

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How Could You | Accepting Always

The good doctor made no effort to disguise his scowl at the other’s words.

An unfilled bingo sheet slides across the smooth surface of Kurro's desk. Standing before him, Edeline smiles, a hint of amusement twinkling in coral eyes.

"I believe this is yours, is it not?"

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Bingo Bongo | accepting

Well, perhaps he should have foreseen this. In hindsight, it makes sense his Temporary Assistant would catch wind of the antics that seemingly infiltrated their corner of the world.

"I suppose it is." He replies.

The "it" in question was a bingo sheet with his name on it. 5 squares down, 5 squares across, 25 slots in total. Notably, it was a completely unfilled bingo sheet. No marks, no name, not even a crease to indicate that it had been touched.

"To my understanding," he muses. "... I believe you're supposed to fill these sheets out before turning them in. It seems you have neglected to do so."

He turns in his chair, one thick brow raising in curiosity.