[ The deference may have been her due in this place but she certainly hadn't expected him to offer it so easily. Her head bobs a bit, jowls showing in what is supposed to be a smile. On a dragon, it just looks weird. ]
Apology accepted.
[ Now, she does settle down on the grass, but there's a different reason for it. ]
You're lost, right? Dropped from the sky? That actually happened to me once, a few years ago. Climb on, I'll take you to the nearest village.
[It's said with a great deal of uncertainty despite the brave front he tries to put on it, but... she's a dragon. A real dragon, not whatever fake excuse of a thing their weirdass sibling is--
Slowly, he...well, he clambers on, cautious as he possibly can be when climbing onto her back.]
Your...assistance is appreciated. [Stiltedly--but sincerely.]
[ A flap of her wing, much like someone might wave a hand. ]
You're welcome.
[ And then, taking to the air, Nah is gentle and unassuming in her flight, conscious of her passenger's no doubt delicate skin and human constitution. The journey is relatively seamless, although he may want to protect his eyes from the stinging winds that will accompany their velocity.
About ten minutes later, she lands softly at ground level. The mountain rises up behind them, a thing conquered. ]
There. You can get down now.
[ As soon as he does, he'll see no dragon, just a tiny adolescent girl blinking at it. ]
No amount of trying to fix it will stop said frizzing from happening, not from the flight--and he drops his hands practically immediately when he realizes he was about to try anyway. That's not...exactly what a prince of Nohr should be doing, he feels.
More importantly--the dragon.
Or.
The little girl. Which, you know, in his experience kind of tend to be the same thing anyway.]
Might I request one more thing of you?
[He's gonna REQUEST IT ANYWAY because he's kind of entitled that way.]
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Apology accepted.
[ Now, she does settle down on the grass, but there's a different reason for it. ]
You're lost, right? Dropped from the sky? That actually happened to me once, a few years ago. Climb on, I'll take you to the nearest village.
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I--pardon me?
[YOU WANT HIM TO...RIDE YOU??]
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Here. Get on.
[ Despite his incredulity, Nah is remarkably patient, extending a wing out like a kindly beckoning arm. ]
You won't fall off, I promise. And it's quicker than hiking down the mountain.
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... Very well then. If you insist.
[It's said with a great deal of uncertainty despite the brave front he tries to put on it, but... she's a dragon. A real dragon, not whatever fake excuse of a thing their weirdass sibling is--
Slowly, he...well, he clambers on, cautious as he possibly can be when climbing onto her back.]
Your...assistance is appreciated. [Stiltedly--but sincerely.]
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You're welcome.
[ And then, taking to the air, Nah is gentle and unassuming in her flight, conscious of her passenger's no doubt delicate skin and human constitution. The journey is relatively seamless, although he may want to protect his eyes from the stinging winds that will accompany their velocity.
About ten minutes later, she lands softly at ground level. The mountain rises up behind them, a thing conquered. ]
There. You can get down now.
[ As soon as he does, he'll see no dragon, just a tiny adolescent girl blinking at it. ]
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No amount of trying to fix it will stop said frizzing from happening, not from the flight--and he drops his hands practically immediately when he realizes he was about to try anyway. That's not...exactly what a prince of Nohr should be doing, he feels.
More importantly--the dragon.
Or.
The little girl. Which, you know, in his experience kind of tend to be the same thing anyway.]
Might I request one more thing of you?
[He's gonna REQUEST IT ANYWAY because he's kind of entitled that way.]
Where, precisely, are we?