son of dragons

              「✶」”A brute and a liar! Yeesh! … Kidding, kidding. Wait. Me? What’d I do? Sorry, I’m not really into mind reading —— care to explain?”

                    "Your reaction to seeing me. It-- it hurt my feelings."

               「✶」”Whoa. You’re brutal.”

                    "Sorry... um, I lied. I'm not actually allergic to you. You just kind of hurt my feelings, is all."

              「✶」This is almost too funny for Vuk. He actually has to try very hard to keep a straight face, but he manages. Somewhat. “So…” He decides he’s going to mess with the manakete just a bit more.                       “If you weren’t crying, were you… having an allergic reaction to me? That’s… that’s mean, dude. I’m hurt.”

                    "... If you'd like to put it that way."

"Is that how this is going to play out… You’re quite lucky to have hair in which all attacks would simply get tangled, I suppose."

                    "I'm a manakete. My hair doesn't even show when I'm battling."

"On the contrary! I am a healer before a fighter. Though I don’t mean to brag, I have a rudimentary understanding of tomes as well, but my point is that I have no need to change my dress. I am perfectly comfortable on the field as I am."

                    "Have fun with a spear in your gut, or burning to death, because you put fashion before safety."

"Human hair can be quite messy. Adorable as they are, darling Lissa’s locks could do with some taming. Anyway, I won’t continue to press you, as you seem not to be open to the idea of being presentable. Just know that if you change your mind, that’s what brushes are for. Conditioner wouldn’t hurt, either.”

                    "I do brush and wash my hair, thank you very much. If we're giving advice, you could do with an outfit that is less flashy. It's ill-suited for battle."

"No, I’m not. It may come as a surprise to you that people other than your mother can see your messy hair."

                    "I'd rather not be nagged about my appearance by a woman I hardly know. Especially a woman who doesn't seem to realize manakete hair is naturally messy."

"Perhaps it’s ‘not that bad’ because you’ve had time to get used to it, but I see no reason to settle for less than perfection."

                    "Pardon me, milady, but you aren't my mother."

“'Pardon me if my advice comes across as rude, dear, for I am only thinking of your social image and wellbeing when I say that your hair is a disaster and desperately needs taming.' How is this version?”

                    "For the love of Naga, that sounds even worse. And my hair isn't that bad."

[♚] “Your mother must be important if manakete go to visit her. I’ve heard a lot of people do that for the divine voice, but I didn’t think there was any others.”

                    "She's always asleep when she gets visitors. She's always asleep whenever I go to visit her..."

[♚] “Like I said before, my cousin is a manakete so I’ve seen them before. I used to get excited, but there’s really nothing to get excited over anymore. The only thing that changes with each manakete is the color of their dragon form.”

                    "I suppose so! I've not met many manakete in my lifetime, besides the ones who decide to take the journey to visit my mother... yet even then, they are rare."

[♚] “My cousin is a manakete as well, as is my… Aunt, I suppose. It’s odd, the only thing that gives it away is the ears.”

                    "I suppose so," he chuckles, fingers tracing over the blue dragonstone attached to his belt. A kind smile crosses across his face. "I have to thank you for not making a big deal over it. Most... tend to get excited."

[♚] “The pleasure is all mine, sir Shinpi. I hope you take this lightly, but I’m gonna guess from your ears you’re not human…?”

                    "You would be correct." One hand comes up to run over the tip of one of his pointed ears, which twitches beneath the touch. Despite this, he does not reveal his heritage. It's only for his own safety, after all.