Re: What Lies in the Heart. Mikayla/The Dragon
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(The Dragon)
"Did anyone ever tell you that you have the bedside manner of a manticore?" the Dragon rumbled, his eyes narrowing back at Mikayla.? "Which is an insult to manticores?? I swear you remind me of..." he stopped in mid-sentence, as if a memory had suddenly resurfaced and then just as quickly faded away again "...of something like a manticore, but...isn't," he finished lamely. He tried to retrieve whatever the memory had been, but it was like reaching for something whose outlines he could not quite make out. It seemed important, somehow. But beyond his reach.
"I can feed myself," the Dragon protested, reaching weakly for the ladle the girl was holding out, the delicious smell tantalizing his nostrils and making his mouth water. The effort though was too much and his taloned forearm fell back to the dias without the ladle in hand. "Oh, very well," he sighed, grumpily giving Mikayla a resigned but still stubborn look.? "If it will make you happy, you may feed me."
?- Mikayla -
Mikayla kept her smirk to herself. After all she could tell she was brushing his pride and she didn¡¯t want to do that. ¡°Thank you. I like to feel useful. Especially after all the trouble I caused.¡± She said ladling the soup in his mouth.
¡°it smells really good. I have come to learn that Angus is a fabulous cook. So I am sure it is delicious.¡± She said giving him more. ¡°It¡¯s it warm enough? Do you require drink?¡± She said genuinely concerned.
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