( ...and then, Wrathion solicits the crowd for attention in the manner of harrowing crescendo that brings kings to their knees, empires to destruction and indifferent matrons to the rice ladle they'll cordially relieve on your back, for your trouble. Rebellion is a fine streak in heroes of lore and children.
From dragons it seems to elicit the sort of benign apprehension that the man with the pitchfork desperately wants to celebrate with a half-hearted poke. He trots closer — closer — readies his weapon —
...and pricks Lan Wangji's flank, in the most awkward nudge the world has ever glimpsed that somehow still seems determined to graze Wangji's silks. He hesitates. Stares down, where metal's bitten his embroidery. The eye of an expectant crowd widens and stares back.
And then the man of the pitchfork mutters, 'You can't be sitting your dragon on just any main road. Take him off the crossing.'
Ah. Lan Wangji has... parked his dragon against local regulations. Of course. )
Fault is mine. ( Arguably, for breathing on premise. I shall — and here, a tentative tip of his head, searching Wrathion's gaze for something like — cooperation. ) ...remove him?
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( ...and then, Wrathion solicits the crowd for attention in the manner of harrowing crescendo that brings kings to their knees, empires to destruction and indifferent matrons to the rice ladle they'll cordially relieve on your back, for your trouble. Rebellion is a fine streak in heroes of lore and children.
From dragons it seems to elicit the sort of benign apprehension that the man with the pitchfork desperately wants to celebrate with a half-hearted poke. He trots closer — closer — readies his weapon —
...and pricks Lan Wangji's flank, in the most awkward nudge the world has ever glimpsed that somehow still seems determined to graze Wangji's silks. He hesitates. Stares down, where metal's bitten his embroidery. The eye of an expectant crowd widens and stares back.
And then the man of the pitchfork mutters, 'You can't be sitting your dragon on just any main road. Take him off the crossing.'
Ah. Lan Wangji has... parked his dragon against local regulations. Of course. )
Fault is mine. ( Arguably, for breathing on premise. I shall — and here, a tentative tip of his head, searching Wrathion's gaze for something like — cooperation. ) ...remove him?