smartass_captain

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Their reptilian guest may not mean any harm but Jim still feels his legs shake underneath him when that breath of hot air buffets against him. His eyes sting of ash as though he’d been too close to a smoking fire. Felix’s grip on his arm is tighter than a steel trap.

“We were wed in Cyrodiil only the day before.” Jim confirms with a nod that must be rather more jerky than confident. This, all of this, feels like some kind of fever dream. He’s always needled Felix, always said he wanted to meet a dragon. Well? Here they are.

“How would you have us address you, in turn?” Only now is a smile curling at the edges of Jim’s mouth again. Excitement, thrill, curiosity. Suddenly he’s ravenous for knowledge, anything he could talk about with their new guest. If they’re not going to be eaten then this is an opportunity Jim will kick himself for the rest of his life were he not to take it.