$10 per flight.
Dark scales shone dully in the cloudy sky. Thirty feet of dragon sat on it's haunches at the edge of a small cliff dropping off into ocean water, the beach a distance away. The book it held very delicately beneath long claws looked so small in comparison that one would end up wondering if it could even see the words on the pages. Frankly, the hardest thing was actually just trying not to accidentally shred the pages as he turned them. Screw that, he had to spend some time as a dragon once in a while, it was his other half. A metal canteen full of tea sat nearby; he put the book down and reached over a scaled arm over to it, picking the cup lid off the tin and pouring some tea with great concentration and one or two accidental miss-aims.
A dragon drinking tea? How amusing, he thought to himself, jaw tilting open,stretching at the corners in the closest thing a dragon can get to a smile. He did not have any lips, which made it a little harder to drink the way a human would, but he could manage. Lifting the cup, he trickled the tea into his marginally parted maw; having the decency not to open his mouth more than needed just to have a simple sip of tea.
Long tail thumped at the rocky ground in satisfaction as luminous, nearly glowing baby blue eyes looked up to the sky. Sadly, one cup of tea was equal to a single sip; which sucked, in all honestly. The cup was a sip, the canteen was a cup.
And so it was with a mere slight tinge of frustration as he placed the cup back onto the canteen and picked back up his book, Tristin, who was currently not a bit the appearance people usually saw him to be, went back to his reading.
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Dark scales shone dully in the cloudy sky. Thirty feet of dragon sat on it's haunches at the edge of a small cliff dropping off into ocean water, the beach a distance away. The book it held very delicately beneath long claws looked so small in comparison that one would end up wondering if it could even see the words on the pages. Frankly, the hardest thing was actually just trying not to accidentally shred the pages as he turned them. Screw that, he had to spend some time as a dragon once in a while, it was his other half. A metal canteen full of tea sat nearby; he put the book down and reached over a scaled arm over to it, picking the cup lid off the tin and pouring some tea with great concentration and one or two accidental miss-aims.
A dragon drinking tea? How amusing, he thought to himself, jaw tilting open,stretching at the corners in the closest thing a dragon can get to a smile. He did not have any lips, which made it a little harder to drink the way a human would, but he could manage. Lifting the cup, he trickled the tea into his marginally parted maw; having the decency not to open his mouth more than needed just to have a simple sip of tea.
Long tail thumped at the rocky ground in satisfaction as luminous, nearly glowing baby blue eyes looked up to the sky. Sadly, one cup of tea was equal to a single sip; which sucked, in all honestly. The cup was a sip, the canteen was a cup.
And so it was with a mere slight tinge of frustration as he placed the cup back onto the canteen and picked back up his book, Tristin, who was currently not a bit the appearance people usually saw him to be, went back to his reading.
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