Snippet #2434774

The dragoness sighed, stretching her wings and once again launching into the air. Within a few moments, she had cleared the ground, and both she and the rather hyperactive boy riding on her back were soaring along on the breeze, swiftly vanishing from the sight of any watchful eyes in the guild who might have noticed them. Not that Capella particularly cared if they had been seen or not. If somebody had noticed their flight, then she could outrun them, and if nobody had witnessed their unauthorized trip, then so much the better for them. That meant they'd have a head start, and could get this whole charade over with with the minimum amount of unnesecary trouble.

Still, there was one thing that rather irritated the dragon. Although the position was likely more comfortable for the boy, and, given that he was her hoard, she was willing to make concessions for his sake, she did not particularly like having him sitting atop her back, pointing them in the direction they should go as though she was some sort of stupid horse to be harnessed and forced into compliance. She was a dragon, not a common mount, and the way the boy was beginning to make himself at home riding her was something of an insult to her pride. Furthermore, if she beat her wings too powerfully, she'd just end up slapping him in the head with their tips, considering that he was essentially sitting between them, which would have both made him squirm, making him more difficult to carry, and possibly knocked her off course, both of which would slow her down even more than reducing her usual pace and fluttering her wings a little less so as to avoid striking him accidentally. In any case, for all the inconvenience and insult involved, Capella had half a mind to roll sharply into a dive and shake him off. Or, at least, she would have, were he not her belonging. As it was, shaking him up and risking damage was something she couldn't afford to do. So, although his oblivious antics were beginning to irk her more and more with each passing moment, she had no choice but to put up with Dante's tomfoolery for now.

Idly, Capella mused once again about the boy's unique attitude, wondering why exactly it was she was willing to put up with so much just for one mortal's sake. But, the thought was shameful to her, moreso than usual considering that the boy in question was literally riding her, so she quickly discarded it for the more pleasant thought of heating her scales to a temperature exceeding 200 degrees Celsius so that when the Naville witch next tried to hug her, she'd find herself experiencing a wonderful phenomenon called "spontaneous combustion." Oh, how fun that would be - if only her contract with the rest of the mortals would allow it. In retrospect, she probably should have included a clause in her promise to assist the boy and his fellows that stated that if anybody insulted her, she reserved full rights to reducing them to a particularly blackened pile of roasted meat and ashes. Hindsight was twenty-twenty, it seemed, even for a dragon.

Still, at least he wasn't pulling on her tail. Evidently, her comment about dragons exploding if you did that had more of an impact than she had thought. So, stubborn though he was, the boy could learn. Good. That meant that, if she could just keep her patience with him, she could train him properly in the way that a Dragon's hoard should act. Then again, given enough time, she could probably have boiled the entire ocean, too, so that wasn't really saying much, but the idea of having a pet Human - especially a fun one like the boy - rather appealed to her regardless, which was, perhaps, why she had put up with him for this long. And, since she had started down this course of action, she supposed the most practical path to take would be to see it through. Even if he rode on her back, gave her orders, and tugged on her tail. And... was he sniffing her? What the hell?! She knew Humans didn't have the same standards as Dragons - uncouth mortals that they were - but still, he should have known better than to do something that Dragons most commonly associated with inspecting their property, or appraising a potential mate. Capella flushed at the thought, and gave her wings a particularly mighty beat to increase their speed, hoping the jolt would cause the boy to come to his senses before he continued acting so shameless - a thought the irony of which completely failed to occur to her.