The girl is surprised by his response, though her only way of showing it was to look at him with a slightly harder look of curiosity. He spoke as if he knew, first-hand, what it was to live forever. The dragon-child is unaware of the memories that surface in his mind, ignorant to the attempt of inviting death in so willingly that Lace had tried not two seasons ago. Such a thing had never crossed her gilded mind; even when things were not as bright as they could have been, she was resilient, stubborn almost, similar to her mother with her father's quiet determination to survive no matter what.

Admittedly, it was fairly hard to lay a scratch upon the belle, who was armoured with golden scales and a scythe upon her long, strong tail. Perhaps she knew more than Lace realised what it was to live forever.

The re-arrival of Fajira allowed the girl's smile to resurface, the weight of the white upon her rump a welcome one. Even though the belle could not gleam the thoughts of the little dragon directly, the happiness of the blue and red dragon-souls who accompanied her suggested it was high time for a change in pace. At Lace's translation of Fajira's thoughts, the young mare whirled her tiara away from the white dragon and towards the stallion, surprise widening her eyes and pricking her ears. If she could, she would have blushed, for comments about her physique were often derogatory and offensive, though not necessarily in this odd way.

He is jesting, murmured the blue spirit, amusement thick in his tone as he laughed musically in his ministrations alongside the golden belle. Amaris sighed softly, raising a single brow as she considered the gold-splashed steed before her, shifting her weight so as to ensure the white dragon sitting atop her rump was also included in her following actions.

"Is that so?" Harmonic, playful tones hummed from her maw, as her cat-slitted eyes darted from the stallion to his dragon. With a smirk, the young mare then moved to lift her haunches - not a buck, but more of a forceful stomping of one of her hindlegs, so rock the white's seat. The girl laughed lightly, before sticking her tongue out to the little white as her tail whipped about the area behind her. With a dramatic toss of her caramel mane, the belle then surged forward, aiming her ath curve directly into Lace's own gold-splash haunch, teeth bared - sharpened canines visible, though she only aimed to nip at him with her blunted incisors.

"She seems to like it well enough!" The girl laughed playfully, darting away after her attempted attack with a playful half-rear and flourish of her scythed tail. "Perhaps you are simply jealous, oh SilverButtedOne," she suggesting with a wink, ears pricked and muscles keeping her frame light as she awaited his likely payback.


@[Lace]