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Celebrimbor Helyanwë (suntdracones) wrote in st_margarets,

"Hn." Ashton turned his head away. The thought of proceeding with his intentions of slaying the decedent of the slayers who killed his parents had become complicated these days. Ashton disliked being in Blake's debt, but the man was responsible for bringing the magical item that had brought Barclay's mind out of the trees and restored him to his body - restored him to Ashton. Ashton didn't fully trust the intentions of the Dragonslayer, but the fact remained. Blake had saved Barclay's life.

Fortunately, Ashton didn't need to think on it for long yet, because Kane was asking another question. Dark green eyes flickered back to the demon, hostility in them. "I am not for yours or anyone's entertainment!" Ashton huffed, pupils narrowing to slits as the dragon magic worked to undo the glamour holding his eyes to human shape. But then Ashton gave a small tight smile. It was only natural, he supposed, for a person to desire to see the most magnificent species to still grace the planet. Ashton so loved to be admired. But he had his pride.

"But... perhaps one day you will get lucky." Ashton leaned forward and moved another piece on the board. In fact, if Kane was ever watching the treeline in the late hours of the night, he might catch sight of the black dragon rising into the sky.