"Perhaps it doesn't make you foe-ish, but it does make you more of a threat." Violet replied, disliking everything about this man so far. "As for the dragon part, I'm not just going to leave him. He did hatch to me, after all; isn't that supposed to mean something?"
He might not have been able to see it, but Violet did have a smaller dagger tucked into her boot, for self defense. She didn't feel these two to be such a great threat, but she didn't relax, not with the way the man looked at her and spoke to her.
Gable raked his hands through his hair. "I'm quite suprised. You really think that such a handsome young fellow as I would harm a girl like you? Doubtful, unless of course you have an idiot sense of judgement. Really, the outlook isn't looking quite good for you."
Really, Gable was quite disconcerted by the girl and her dragon randomly appearing. It was unheard of to have a dragon hatch for someone out of the compound. And with the Empire's anti Dragon Rider guards crawling around, the girl would be running into trouble very soon when her dragon became full grown.
We can't leave her here. It's not right, Irida's voice of reason pentrated his thoughts.
Yeah, well, unless she's a magical food conjurer with superior fighting skills and weighs absolutely nothing, all she'll do is slow us down, Gable thought back critically.
He examined his nails in the pretense of being unconcerned, blatantly ignoring the other half of what she said. "Alright Miss Statute Breaker-- actually, unless you prefer being called Miss Statute Breaker, it would be highly considereate of you to tell me your name."
He was really starting to get under her skin, but Violet tried to remain composed. "Violet." What was going on in his head right now? What was up with his attitude? Was he trying to get punched in the face? "Handsome young fellow, indeed," She muttered sarcastically to herself.
"Well then, Violet." Gable purposely emphasized her name, "I don't suppose you have a clue what you're doing? Even if you did, you do know that the penalty of being caught by the Empire with an unliscenced dragon is death. For you and the dragon."
Gable didn't miss her sarcasm, and smiled benignly. "Indeed, yes. They say the first signs of insanity are talking to yourself. By the way, it's bad form to not introduce your dragon, as well. So I suggest you do so. They're sentient beings as well."
Irida bowed her head sagely. That's very true. Most two-leggeds have absolutely no sense of manners.
He was getting under her skin more and more now. Violet made little effort to hide that her face was reddening with a mixture of frustration and something else. "This is Krae," She pet his head gently as she said his name, before her attention turned fully on Gable and his dragon.
"You have yet to introduce yourself, or your dragon."
Gable noted with satisfaction the frustration displayed on her face. He couldn't help it. It isn't nice to take pleasure in somone's distress, now, came Irida's gently scolding voice.
Gable looked at his dragon sharply, but still with that underhanded amusedness. "Why, I believe that's called sadism," he said, rubbing her snouth roughly, but affectionately. Irida nosed him back and for a moment, Violet and her little dragon Krae ceased to exist for him. It was just him and Irida, and their complete and perfect bond.
That happy Dragon and Rider moment faded and Gable looked back to Violet arrogantly, with a mocking bow. Gable Liamsson, at your service. Along with Irida the va-" before Gable could finish, Irida nosed him again in the side. Gable didn't flush with embaressment as he fell on his behind from the force of the shove.
"As I was saying, it appears you are in need of my service, whether you want it or not."
"I think I'd almost prefer death to putting up with you much longer," Violet said flatly, and Krae began to growl at them as if to back her up on that statement. Still, the little dragon smelled slightly of fear.
As much as Violet already felt hatred for this man, she knew he was right. She did need someone, regardless of whether or not she wanted them. Her and Krae wouldn't make it forever living like this.
If Gable was taken aback by her hostile words, he didn't show it, but merely grinned broader, as if amused by her antics. "But there's an almost in there! Well, where I'm going you may as well get your wish, Vi. Do you mind if I call you Vi?"
Irida was slightly amused by the little dragon. Loyal creature. But about as brave as the rabbits I had for breakfast, she thought sliyly. Gable ignored her, as he usually did when she wasn't talking directly to him.
He climbed to his feet, not waiting for an answer, brushing off his pants. "So, what will it be? Emminent death, or likely death with a charming man like myself?" He knew that there wasn't much of a choice.
If Violet had any sort of survival sense, she would go with him. It didn't bother him at all that she openly hated him. Actually, come to think about it, I don't think there's a single soul who doesn't despise me in some way or another. What can I say, I'm an impressionable person.
Violet sighed, "Don't call me Vi," She mumbled, "Lest I cut out your tongue for it." It was an empty threat, but she'd at least slap him for it. She took a few moments to think it over, heavily weighing her options. She grudgingly had to admit to herself that she didn't have much other choice than to go with Gable.
She sighed, acting as if it were painful to say this. "Fine, I'll come with you." Perhaps she could learn a thing or two about having a bond with a dragon.
Gable raised his eyebrows. "Now, tongue-cutting is hardly proper ettiquette." He bit off the end of the retort that he was about to give, but instead gave a great show of examining Violet and Krae. Violet would have to sit wedged in right behind him, the saddle was big enough to fit two if necessary.
The little dragon, though. That would be a problem. I could carry him in my claws, Irida suggested, albeit distastefully. Gable took the idea into consideration.
"Excellent. Though, I do suggest you run home and gather some belongings. I, for one, am not willing to share my sleeping roll, so I highly suggest getting a knapsack for that and other worldly possessions." he pointed out. It wasn't as if they could just leap up and leave.
Violet bit her lip in obvious hesitation, looking at Krae. She couldn't very well bring him home, but at the same time, she didn't trust to leave him there with them. She knew, for one, that he would greatly dislike if she left him there with strangers, especially since they seemed to scare him quite a bit even with Violet to hide behind.
It's alright buddy, She though, petting his head for a moment, I cerainly won't let them do anything to hurt you.
"Very well, I guess I shall go retrieve some belongings. But I must warn you, it's a bit of a far walk from here."
Gable saw her hesitation from the prospect of being parted from her dragon. He knew the same feeling. And with a dragon as timid as Violet's, it would be even worse for the poor thing.
"Well then, Vi, I have an arrangement. Me, being the ever courteous gentleman shall escort you to your home, while Krae can stay with Irida. Irida needs to go hunting, so he can watch and learn. It's a win-win situation," he spread his hands modestly, though still smirking.
((It'd bedtime for me, so goodnight!))
Krae seemed to hide behind Violet a little more, and Violet sighed, looking at Irida with a bit of hesitance. It made sense, a lot of sense. The part of that plan that she didn't like was the part with her being stuck alone with Gable. It was one of the last things she wanted right now.
"Let's go then; time is wasting." She gave Krae a reassuring pat before giving him a gentle nudge forward to Irida.
The little dragon hesitantly approached the larger dragon, often looking back at Violet as if he was afraid that if she looked away, Irida would eat him or something. He promptly sat once he felt he was close enough to Irida, and tried his best to act brave.
Violet crossed her arms and watched, somewhat pleased to see that he was at least trying to pretend to be brave. She quirked a brow at Gable, as if he were the one stalling them from going.
Irida lowered her head to scrutinize the smaller dragon. Well, little one, you are a timid thing, she thought. Irida turned her serpentine head towards Gable. Be safe, now. Don't do anything rash, she warned.
Me? Do anything rash? No, of course not, he thought back cheerfully, turning his attention back to Violet.
Gable looked on, appearing amused at Violet's stance. "Well, your a flippant thing, aren't you? I suggest you start moving, unless your under the impression that I know where you live, Vi." he added, a little antagonistically.
Violet slapped him before irritably turning away and marching off. "Don't call me Vi!" She hissed, chancing a glance over at Krae before leading the way home. It really was a bit of a long walk.
Gable touched where she slapped with a bemused expression on his face. It hurt quite a bit, but it wasn't like he wasn't used to being roughed up an bit. Irida on the other hand was apalled. You can't let her slap you! she thought to him, temper flaring.
Gable chuckled. It's not like I haven't been slapped by angry women before.
He strutted after Violet, whistling cheerfully. "You know," he said after a bit, "It's not very polite to slap people, Vi." Gable wanted to see if he could easily goad her into another physical outburst. If she did raise another hand against him, he would be ready stop her.
Plus, knowing that her temper rose easily would be imperative knowledge. Then Gable would have to tread much more carefully on his mission, if Violet was coming along.
Violet tensed considerably at Gable's use of the nickname again, but didn't turn around or even say anything. She kept walking, hands clenched into fists. She knew he was just trying to get on her nerves, and she wasn't going to let him control her.
After a bit of working off steam mentally, Violet spoke, her voice tight. "It's not very polite to call someone a name they've told you not to." She came back. Of course, knowing him, he'd find some way to render that statement obsolete(sp?).
Gable was slightly pleased, albeit disappointed as well, that Violet had controlled herself. Pity. Aw, well, he would have to teach her how to handle a weapon if she was in his company. There would be plenty of time for revenge then.
"Well, that's a pity. Someone ought to do something about the legions of impolite parents in all the country," he said slyly. "Now, I'm sure it may come to a shock to such a cave-dwelling persona as you, but you are in desperate need of a nice pointy weapon," Gable supplied cheerily. He hooked his thumbs into his belt, sheath swinging by his side.
"And what brings you to asume that I don't already have a nice pointy weapon?" Violet asked, still hostile. "I'm not a complete idiot; I don't go running through these parts unarmed."
Now, if he made any sort of mean comment about the idiot thing, she was already planning on hitting him for it. She was hardly in the mood for his stupid comments.
Gable stroked his chin in an image of concentration. "Well, so far you haven't done anything to tell me your not an idiot, as one idiotic desicion and another non-idiotic desicion pretty much negate the possibility of being an idiot. So, technically, carrying a weapon would be in your favor, but if you don't have a sharp and pointy weapon, then the odds aren't looking so good."
Gable couldn't prevent himself. "So, do you have a sharp pointy weapon? Because right now, I'm betting you don't." he said blithely, with a small smirk on his face. He was ready to react to anything Violet might do.