"... and when she turned around, she found that there was nothing to see. No gold, no eggs... Only an empty cave filled with dust and the echo of that laughing voice that slowly disappeared in the wind..."
The dragon fell silent and looked down on her companion expectantly, clearly hoping for some kind of reaction. Lace stifled a yawn and shifted the weight between his legs, hips cocking from left to right and settled into a steep angle as he made himself comfortable again.
"It was probably a boggart" he suggested and tried not to sound as bored as he actually felt. Fajira's attempts at scary stories always blew right over his head - mainly because they tended to center around glittering objects, eggs and difficult theories about the world and its laws that he just couldn't seem to wrap his head around. What was so horrible about an illusionary voice promising gold and power only to take it away again anyway?
Sensing his lack of interest the dragon snorted sharply from her perch in the tree above and turned her back on him, clearly offended by his idiocy. The stallion rolled his eyes and blew a puff of breath towards her, the drifting cloud colored gold and purple by the iridescent lights that hung from the glowing tree he stood beneath.
"I'm sorry dear, it was a lovely story" he tried, hoping to soothe her before the mild annoyance turned into something more aggravated and long lasting. "It's my fault for not understanding it fully..." Her tail twitched, the stubborn trait of the back softening somewhat; she still didn't turn around though, and it was with well practiced patience that the white-maned stallion continued. "I can tell you a story in return, if you'd like. It won't be as interesting as yours of course, but it might pass the time..."
For a moment the white dragon grew very still on her perch. Then in one sudden twirl of motion she spun around and jumped down onto the back of the crafter, who grunted softly as the impact pressed air out of his lungs. Taloned paws kneaded the gilded skin as Fajira began to make herself more comfortable, walking in tight circles before she finally settled down and prepared to listen.
"It better be good" she purred with a half-threatening tone that was so dishonest and filled with anticipation that Lace couldn't hold back a laugh.
"Haha alright, alright. Let me see then..." Taking a deep breath, he pushed the discomfort of his empty stomach to the back of the mind and began to rummage through his memory, searching for something that might entertain both himself and his picky companion.
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