Serpentine thoughts Who: Reginald When: October 7th (backdated to Thursday) Where: The Flints' property and then Italy Rating: Low Warnings: None. Summary: Reginald ponders his witch's change in fortunes.
The Lesser Quetzalcoatl (though only a fool would believe that being smaller made any dragon 'lesser' especially when the Greater Quetzalcoatls were brutish things without their tiny cousins' cleverness) known to humanity by his gift name of Reginald lay basking in the weak sunlight of the Second Best Sunning Spot. The feathered serpent was deep in thought about many weighty things. Among them were such important things as the quality of the rodents on the property (rather tasty), the warmth of the sunshine (not very), and the status of the Best Sunning Spot (covered in damp leaves - not good). But the most pressing of his great and lofty thoughts was the whereabouts of his witch.
The Hulking One had taken his witch away several days ago without first asking Reginald's permission. Before the Masked Ones had taken away his Cho the first time, he would have thought little of the breach in protocol - wizards were, after all, not the most polite or clever of creatures and so had to be treated as if they were hatchlings most of the time - but now he had to worry that new mate or not the Hulking One might mean to lock away his witch or hurt her. Such things were not to be tolerated and not only because Cho was the who fed him the chicken and chocolate that was his due.
Perhaps it was time that he checked up on his witch and her mate.
With that thought in mind, Reginald stretched and twisted to settle his bright feathers just so before he launched himself into the air. Aiming arrow straight toward the distant glow that was the other end of his connection to Cho, he darted through the sky with the speed born of draconic magic.
In the wee small hours of the night, Reginald slipped easily through the wards protecting a villa somewhere in Italy and glided silently in an open window to wind himself around a slowly turning ceiling fan above a wide bed. He could not care less about the humans' state of undress for all that he knew that Cho would scold him for looking. As an elder Chinese Fireball had once told him, clothes on humans meant nothing unless you were planning on eating a few; then naked was better as cloth tended to get stuck in one's teeth. Shaking away the stray thought, the Quetzalcoatl peered more closely at the slumbering pair. His Cho was sprawled out in such a way that had she not been partially draped over the Hulking One, that there would have been no room for the wizard on the bed. Reginald took that as a good sign as to how the wizard was treating his Cho. She'd not slept so relaxed in years; in fact she had been sleeping curled in so tight a ball that she could almost have hidden beneath his outstretched wings.
Reginald floated down onto the bed. He pushed his head briefly under one of Cho's outstreched hands and hissed happily as she scratched him behind the crest feathers just the way he liked best without waking at all. He slithered off the bed to go and find the perfect place to watch over his witch and to continue his interrupted pondering.
This time the subject was going to be how to best illustrate to the Hulking One the point his elderly Chinese Fireball compatriot had once made to an adventurous human. Meddle not in the affairs of Dragons for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup. That was especially true if the dragon in question was a clever, adventurous Quetzalcoatl wise enough to bond with a pretty witch and you were the wizard who thought to become part of their lives.
He wondered if there were tasty rodents in the villa. A rat tail left in a boot was a classic opening move in a campaign to test the quality of a wizard.