- Mikayla
¡°Well isn't it lucky for me that you did not bring me here. I chose to come back to your keep just as sure as I choose to come and soothe you now. so I guess the answer to your question is only if I choose to. And based on your stank attitude I choose not to.¡± She still continued to rub. ¡°And as for singing... I will just have teach you as part of your new studies. Lesson one. It helps to make beautiful music when you aren¡¯t a grumpy ogre.¡±
It was then that Angus came in. She smiled at his words. ¡°The soup smells Devine. You did a fine job Angus. I will feed him. I just need another large bowl. And did you leave some bits of chicken in the soup?¡±
(Angus, The Dragon)
"I am not a grumpy ogre!" the Dragon snarled, little wisps of smoke emerging from his nostrils. His scale-ridged eyes blinked reflectively for a moment before he amended himself, grumbling less loudly "Well, I'm not an ogre, anyway."
"Oh, I left quite a bit of chicken in the soup, mistress," Angus said as he ladled soup into a large ceramic bowl he retrieved from under the cart.? "I can't get the master to eat anything unless there's a fair amount of meat in it." He glanced uncertainly at Mikayla and the Dragon, then at the bowl he was holding.? "Will you be needing anything else to... to serve the Master with, mistress? I'm not sure if he can manage drinking from this bowl."
"I am not a child to be fed, Angus!" the Dragon fumed.? "You may leave us.? Go... go find something to clean," he said finally, weakly waving a taloned hand in dismissal.? When the serving man had departed, he turned a suspicious eye towards Mikayla.? "Just how _do_ you plan on feeding me, girl?"
Tag - Mikayla
