[As the giddy rush of adrenaline faded, the crazed butterfly dance in her stomach dissipating and the shivers going out of her limbs, Kaede felt far more like herself. She wasn't tired, and it felt unfair to just leave after such a brief session. Eren hadn't really gotten to do much, and she hadn't actually sparred with him.
But it was...a successful mission, relatively. Kaede wasn't dead, Eren wasn't Distressed, and Inkchanted had another credential to add to its tattoo catalogue. She had extreme doubts the enchantment would work for any longer than this--but in case of accidents, and for protecting her hands from her own burning claws, it was more than sufficient.
The Chimera cast a glance behind her, at the scorched-black scar on the ground, the charred husks where training dummies used to be, and muttered, quietly, "fuck."
And was doubly, triply glad Ursula didn't know what she was doing out here on the training grounds.
She saw a flicker of blue in her peripheral vision, but didn't glance away yet. The second time his tongue flicked against her she wriggled, a little bit. That tickled and it was hard to keep her focus on other things that weren't the damp smear Eren's tongue left behind on her shirt.
She shook her head to clear out its cobwebs, shook out her feathers one more time to clear away the dust and ashes, and turned back to face the dragon properly.]
Yeah. That's a better idea.
[Kaede quelled the shivers in her hands, and pulled herself up, over Eren's horns, to seat herself more comfortably between them all. Perhaps an odd sort of chair, but not too bad as long as she didn't sit on any spiny frills.]
[She is going to protest being naked in sand though.]
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But it was...a successful mission, relatively. Kaede wasn't dead, Eren wasn't Distressed, and Inkchanted had another credential to add to its tattoo catalogue. She had extreme doubts the enchantment would work for any longer than this--but in case of accidents, and for protecting her hands from her own burning claws, it was more than sufficient.
The Chimera cast a glance behind her, at the scorched-black scar on the ground, the charred husks where training dummies used to be, and muttered, quietly, "fuck."
And was doubly, triply glad Ursula didn't know what she was doing out here on the training grounds.
She saw a flicker of blue in her peripheral vision, but didn't glance away yet. The second time his tongue flicked against her she wriggled, a little bit. That tickled and it was hard to keep her focus on other things that weren't the damp smear Eren's tongue left behind on her shirt.
She shook her head to clear out its cobwebs, shook out her feathers one more time to clear away the dust and ashes, and turned back to face the dragon properly.]
Yeah. That's a better idea.
[Kaede quelled the shivers in her hands, and pulled herself up, over Eren's horns, to seat herself more comfortably between them all. Perhaps an odd sort of chair, but not too bad as long as she didn't sit on any spiny frills.]
[She is going to protest being naked in sand though.]