Why are you so okay with just admitting that right off the bat... She pokes at the books for a moment, and then makes a stack of books to stand on top of to try to put one more on top.
It's starting to sway a bit, even with Nah's adjustments.]
[ You know what the absolute dumbest thing to do in this situation is? For a manakete to activate her dragonstone and transform in the middle of the shop, in a desperate attempt to catch the books with her wings.
[Morgan definitely thinks this is a poor idea, but she's not one to stand in the way of the force of a dragon--she ducks down immediately, flinging herself beneath Nah's wing.]
[ Thunder in her gaze, the shopkeeper is abruptly at their sides, hitting Morgan's backside with a broom. ] Out, the both of ya! Before I sell the scaleback to the Valmese circus.
[Now, Morgan is a generally pleasant soul. She's all smiles and warmth and kindness (of a sort). Very little bothers her, and insults roll right off her back.
But.
She does fiercely love her friends.
Nah came with her to this shop, and has been helping her here. And now this stuck up shopkeeper is standing there, threatening Nah with something utterly unacceptable, and Morgan takes the swat of a broom without flinching, and stands up very deliberately, brushing herself off, and placing herself between the shopkeeper and Nah.
And then, tone lilting but equally deliberate:]
Hey, Mister. You shouldn't say things like that. It sounds pretty threatening, you know? And when you threaten people like Nah, then I have to say things like "I'll burn your face off before I let you do anything like try to sell her away", and stuff like that! And then nothing is nice.
[Oh.
The words process, and the shopkeep hesitates, and it's like a switch flips; Morgan grabs Nah's hand.]
Come on, Nah, let's go! We've got a bunch of things left to do and see!
[ In all the commotion, Nah quickly summons her dragonstone back in hand, transforming her from mighty and venerable dragon to teeny teenage girl with plaits. At the slur, she frowns unhappily, briefly reminded of her wayward childhood after her parents died - but, at Morgan's fierce protectiveness, her expression grows to be somewhat else altogether.
Her hand slides into Morgan's without argument and then she's tossing her head, huffing out a decisive hmph. ]
Yes. Let us away.
[ later, douchebag saleskeep! As they step out, she smiles a bit. ]
Thank you for coming to my defense, Morgan. That guy was a jerk.
[Off they go, into the dusty streets of this backwards town. It's fine. Morgan just threads their fingers together, swinging their arms between them easily.]
He really was! I have half a mind to dig a pit in front of his shop and cover it with leaves. Then, when he goes to leave for the night...!
[Morgan, no.]
... Anyway, there are more things to see in this place, so that sounds like more fun. A little, anyway.
[And then, with a warm smile.]
But you don't have to thank me! You're my friend, so I'll always defend you.
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[Morgan??
Why are you so okay with just admitting that right off the bat... She pokes at the books for a moment, and then makes a stack of books to stand on top of to try to put one more on top.
It's starting to sway a bit, even with Nah's adjustments.]
It's really fun though, isn't i--uwagh!
[It's going down, we're yelling timber--]
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You know what Nah does?
Exactly. That. ]
Morgan, duck!
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[Morgan definitely thinks this is a poor idea, but she's not one to stand in the way of the force of a dragon--she ducks down immediately, flinging herself beneath Nah's wing.]
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[ No, Nah. You don't. ]
I -- [ CRASH. ]
... uh.
[ Thunder in her gaze, the shopkeeper is abruptly at their sides, hitting Morgan's backside with a broom. ] Out, the both of ya! Before I sell the scaleback to the Valmese circus.
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But.
She does fiercely love her friends.
Nah came with her to this shop, and has been helping her here. And now this stuck up shopkeeper is standing there, threatening Nah with something utterly unacceptable, and Morgan takes the swat of a broom without flinching, and stands up very deliberately, brushing herself off, and placing herself between the shopkeeper and Nah.
And then, tone lilting but equally deliberate:]
Hey, Mister. You shouldn't say things like that. It sounds pretty threatening, you know? And when you threaten people like Nah, then I have to say things like "I'll burn your face off before I let you do anything like try to sell her away", and stuff like that! And then nothing is nice.
[Oh.
The words process, and the shopkeep hesitates, and it's like a switch flips; Morgan grabs Nah's hand.]
Come on, Nah, let's go! We've got a bunch of things left to do and see!
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Her hand slides into Morgan's without argument and then she's tossing her head, huffing out a decisive hmph. ]
Yes. Let us away.
[ later, douchebag saleskeep! As they step out, she smiles a bit. ]
Thank you for coming to my defense, Morgan. That guy was a jerk.
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He really was! I have half a mind to dig a pit in front of his shop and cover it with leaves. Then, when he goes to leave for the night...!
[Morgan, no.]
... Anyway, there are more things to see in this place, so that sounds like more fun. A little, anyway.
[And then, with a warm smile.]
But you don't have to thank me! You're my friend, so I'll always defend you.