[Text; UN: heavenly four seasons]

[eternallywandering]

Are we seriously considering each other as virgin sacrifices to a dragon? I'm prepared to save any of our number that ends up in peril, but this is asking for it.

[Old man Zishu is judging you. Don't make him fight a dragon for stupid reasons. No one wants to die stupidly.]

Or are we purposefully voting for those who can fight off a dragon? Tell me I'm worried for nothing.

[Please. For once.]

Comments

un: dollhouse

[thedreamer]

You're worried for nothing. You dreamed it, actually. It never happened. We were all voting for best dressed. The dragon was in the running, I mean to be fair, he's a fetching chap. I've got the lead now, though. Hello, bowtie. Peak fashion.

[ Is he serious? Is he absolutely mad? Neither? Both? ]

[eternallywandering]

Either you've discovered some choice wine or we're both going mad. Well, to be fair, I already assumed I was, though it's disheartening to see the evidence of it.

If the contest was about clothes, why were we discussing the female dragons at all?

[thedreamer]

Not that definitely not that. Wine? Never touch the stuff. I'm sure I'm right. Weren't the female dragons part of the judging committee? I thought Elliane took a particular liking to my sartorial choices. 9.75/10 from her.

[eternallywandering]

Never? What else do you drink besides water?

I must have had a different dream from you.

[thedreamer]

Chocolate milk of course!

Maybe I'm getting it wrong. Could be. Could be that. It happens sometimes.

[ Or just that he's having a bit of fun, to break up how very dire everything has been lately. ]

I must say, good lad, you are. Offering to help anyone in peril.

[eternallywandering]

I've never heard of that. [Chocolate? What is that?]

I will always help anyone in peril.