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someone was excited for her wedding.
“Well, there are so few of them there now… Whatever you wish, Master Cillian. Will I send George? Do you have any bags? I should get back to cooking, lest you go hungry! Can’t have a malnourished dragon, can we!” she chattered, clapping her hands together at her own little joke.
“I think we’re good, Denna. Just have George set up the bedroom next to mine. I want to give my bride a bit of privacy, if she wishes it,” Cillian said with a wink at Ruby.
She was proud that she didn’t blush this time. Though, yes, she wanted to.
“Oh, she won’t want it for long. No dragon princess ever does,” Denna remarked sagely, before twirling around and disappearing into the castle as quickly as she had appeared.
“Is everyone here so…”
“Exuberant?”
“I was going to say friendly, but that works as well, yes,” Ruby said, attaching the helmet to the seat and fluffing her hair a bit.
“They like to see their dragons happy, that’s all,” Cillian remarked mildly, showing her towards the door.
Making him happy didn’t sound like the worst thing in the world. Perhaps Colorado could be fun after all.
***
Ruby had spent a few days at the keep already, and though it started feeling homier, she was also beginning to get bored. Other than reading a book and lounging on the roof, trying to get a tan in Colorado, there wasn’t much to do. And Cillian, who had been peculiarly scarce as well, was of no use in aiding her. Her stuff had arrived the very next day after they’d got to Emerald Ridge, and from what she could tell, her parents were certain that Colorado was Amish country, and she had to dress the part.
She didn’t even know she owned so many turtleneck sweaters and gray slacks. Cobbling together something out of the pile of clothes that could actually be worn had taken an afternoon, and she wasn’t even particularly picky. The thought had crossed her mind a few times that maybe she was trying a bit harder than usual to impress a certain dragon she knew, but as soon as it came, she made it go away again. No time to be boy-crazy. Not when said boy was ruining her life , sort of.
She was mostly over that by now, but it still stung a little that her voice hadn’t mattered at all in the decision. Was a little bit of respect so much to ask for?
Ruby sighed, curling her legs under her as she read a book on ancient dragonkin medicine that she’d found in one of the many, many living rooms. Most of the text was in some odd, slanted font and in a language she couldn’t pretend to speak (though she spoke Italian, French and a smattering of Latin for her work), but she could certainly understand the pictures. Or most of them, at least.
The entire dragon body was sliced and diced in minute detail on the pictures, and Ruby had learned perhaps even too much about dragon physiology by the time she was halfway through the book. Like, for example, some dragons had two hearts – one in the middle of their throat and one lower in their chest. These dragons tended to have longer necks. Also, dragon mating habits, when in their dragon form, were… brutal and came with spikes, and what she could only assume were some rather painful positions.
She had to wonder if sex in their human form was similar. Ruby grinned to herself a little. Cillian looked like the type who would pull hair and smack a girl around if she asked nicely. Yum.
There you go again. Down, Ruby.
She sighed, flipping through the pages and eyeing the various illustrations. Dragons came in many shapes and sizes, but the only dragon she was interested in was nowhere to be seen. She’d heard him in the corridors a few times, and she was pretty sure that the earthquakelike tremors that shook the house from time to time were just him landing from a flight. It had freaked her out the first time, but Denna had just given her a wistful smile over breakfast and told her how nice it was to have dragons around
“Well, there are so few of them there now… Whatever you wish, Master Cillian. Will I send George? Do you have any bags? I should get back to cooking, lest you go hungry! Can’t have a malnourished dragon, can we!” she chattered, clapping her hands together at her own little joke.
“I think we’re good, Denna. Just have George set up the bedroom next to mine. I want to give my bride a bit of privacy, if she wishes it,” Cillian said with a wink at Ruby.
She was proud that she didn’t blush this time. Though, yes, she wanted to.
“Oh, she won’t want it for long. No dragon princess ever does,” Denna remarked sagely, before twirling around and disappearing into the castle as quickly as she had appeared.
“Is everyone here so…”
“Exuberant?”
“I was going to say friendly, but that works as well, yes,” Ruby said, attaching the helmet to the seat and fluffing her hair a bit.
“They like to see their dragons happy, that’s all,” Cillian remarked mildly, showing her towards the door.
Making him happy didn’t sound like the worst thing in the world. Perhaps Colorado could be fun after all.
***
Ruby had spent a few days at the keep already, and though it started feeling homier, she was also beginning to get bored. Other than reading a book and lounging on the roof, trying to get a tan in Colorado, there wasn’t much to do. And Cillian, who had been peculiarly scarce as well, was of no use in aiding her. Her stuff had arrived the very next day after they’d got to Emerald Ridge, and from what she could tell, her parents were certain that Colorado was Amish country, and she had to dress the part.
She didn’t even know she owned so many turtleneck sweaters and gray slacks. Cobbling together something out of the pile of clothes that could actually be worn had taken an afternoon, and she wasn’t even particularly picky. The thought had crossed her mind a few times that maybe she was trying a bit harder than usual to impress a certain dragon she knew, but as soon as it came, she made it go away again. No time to be boy-crazy. Not when said boy was ruining her life , sort of.
She was mostly over that by now, but it still stung a little that her voice hadn’t mattered at all in the decision. Was a little bit of respect so much to ask for?
Ruby sighed, curling her legs under her as she read a book on ancient dragonkin medicine that she’d found in one of the many, many living rooms. Most of the text was in some odd, slanted font and in a language she couldn’t pretend to speak (though she spoke Italian, French and a smattering of Latin for her work), but she could certainly understand the pictures. Or most of them, at least.
The entire dragon body was sliced and diced in minute detail on the pictures, and Ruby had learned perhaps even too much about dragon physiology by the time she was halfway through the book. Like, for example, some dragons had two hearts – one in the middle of their throat and one lower in their chest. These dragons tended to have longer necks. Also, dragon mating habits, when in their dragon form, were… brutal and came with spikes, and what she could only assume were some rather painful positions.
She had to wonder if sex in their human form was similar. Ruby grinned to herself a little. Cillian looked like the type who would pull hair and smack a girl around if she asked nicely. Yum.
There you go again. Down, Ruby.
She sighed, flipping through the pages and eyeing the various illustrations. Dragons came in many shapes and sizes, but the only dragon she was interested in was nowhere to be seen. She’d heard him in the corridors a few times, and she was pretty sure that the earthquakelike tremors that shook the house from time to time were just him landing from a flight. It had freaked her out the first time, but Denna had just given her a wistful smile over breakfast and told her how nice it was to have dragons around
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