"Crickets, huh?" Billie muses aloud over that tidbit. "That's a good idea. Hadn't thought of that for Red."
Red, who's currently raising a racket over Aconite touching his person all over again. He complains about it with trills and chirps at the legs of her chair before finally making the leap to her lap. He manages it easily, little claws hooking into red leather and pulling himself up.
And around that point, the conversation turns to what they've been up to regarding the dragonets thus far. For Billie's part, she admits to mostly focusing on obedience training. Teaching Red hand signals, to be quiet, to stay, go, fetch. Easy enough at this age, she's found. That trails on a bit longer, dovetailing into other topics, and an hour or two in, they've whittled away most of the bottle.
Billie's gone back to leaning her chair up on two legs, boots swung up to rest comfortably on the table's edge. Red's still in her lap and Aconite has joined him there for now, whatever little war they were waging before long forgotten in favor of a nap. Overall, everything feels relaxed for once, although she knows that's in good part to the brandy.
It also means less serious questions, Billie — tipsy though not exactly drunk — aiming for anything that doesn't involve, say, the local politics. Such as, "So, favorite thing about the future. You got one?"
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Red, who's currently raising a racket over Aconite touching his person all over again. He complains about it with trills and chirps at the legs of her chair before finally making the leap to her lap. He manages it easily, little claws hooking into red leather and pulling himself up.
And around that point, the conversation turns to what they've been up to regarding the dragonets thus far. For Billie's part, she admits to mostly focusing on obedience training. Teaching Red hand signals, to be quiet, to stay, go, fetch. Easy enough at this age, she's found. That trails on a bit longer, dovetailing into other topics, and an hour or two in, they've whittled away most of the bottle.
Billie's gone back to leaning her chair up on two legs, boots swung up to rest comfortably on the table's edge. Red's still in her lap and Aconite has joined him there for now, whatever little war they were waging before long forgotten in favor of a nap. Overall, everything feels relaxed for once, although she knows that's in good part to the brandy.
It also means less serious questions, Billie — tipsy though not exactly drunk — aiming for anything that doesn't involve, say, the local politics. Such as, "So, favorite thing about the future. You got one?"