[He moves too, closer to her side behind the wing, so that she can spread that one too, if she wishes. He won’t let go of it.
It’s warm, standing next to her, warm enough that it doesn’t matter that his gloves are off. The skin of her wing is leathery under his rough fingertips. He keeps Longclaw close to his side, so there’s little chance of her brushing against it.
Gods, dragons have so many teeth, all of them sharp. Little horns at their temples.]
It’s never an easy thing to prepare for battle. You need fury and fear.
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It’s warm, standing next to her, warm enough that it doesn’t matter that his gloves are off. The skin of her wing is leathery under his rough fingertips. He keeps Longclaw close to his side, so there’s little chance of her brushing against it.
Gods, dragons have so many teeth, all of them sharp. Little horns at their temples.]
It’s never an easy thing to prepare for battle. You need fury and fear.