It was not as if she could go back to Druthers&Druthers and tell them she had changed her mind. No. That guilt would play more heavily on her mind than not buying Gore when she had the chance. With a faint laugh that was more forced, she zipped up her backpack just as the dragon approached. Some would have said her reaction was delayed as she just stared for a bit at this red creature before her, mind drifting back to the events three weeks ago. “Gooood morning!” She finally greeted, smiling. He was so close that she could just reach out and touch him just to make sure that he really was there with her, but as Rosalie did, she stopped herself from touching the dragon’s snout and instead reached for her camera hanging off his horn. The slight hesitation might have been obvious, but the girl did not care. Anyone else would have done the same to be sure they were not crazy.

Disbelief still flickered in her eyes, but she was slowly coming to terms with her ownership over the great legend. Her light brown eyes then trailed down to the camera she had taken back before dropping her hands to her sides. “Today, we’re heading back to Kalandor. Preferably, I want to get back before it gets too dark, but if we have to camp out.. then.. I’ll get you to make up for it the next day.” Rosalie informed Gore. It felt so strange to be looking straight into the beast’s eyes like this, telling him what she had planned and what the consequence may be if the schedule was not kept. It was not much of a threat, but she was afraid of him, so that could have been taken into account in the way she spoke. He could bowl her over just by leaning closer if he wanted. “Sooo.. You better have gotten enough sleep last night.” 

She looked just about ready to leave then, but stopped to give the camera her attention once more. “Oh, and..you have to tell me what you’ve managed to figure out about this camera, Gore. It [i]was[/i] your homework for the night.” Rosalie smirked, watching him expectantly for a bit. Was it something of a choice for him not to talk whenever he was in this form? Was it some sort of custom? If so, dragons had some pretty strange ways of going about the world. “Ah.. That’s right.. For some reason you don’t talk in this form... but you’re going to have to shift back whether you like it or not; you’re too much of a big target like this.” 
So the people of this city still planned to pelt the dragon with stones? The girl glanced at one of the individuals who had stepped closer with both hands behind their back, admiration for the Blood Dragon clear, but it could have also been a ruse. Wise that the young man should step closer yet keep a reasonable distance at the same time. Rosalie looked about herself and noticed that, as ready as they were, hesitation was clear. Why? Some people were genuinely interested in the legend, the girl would like to believe, but even if they weren’t, there was no way she could pick them out, herself. “We’re wasting time standing around like this. Let’s go, already!” She urged Gore, gesturing with a quick wave as she walked ahead.

Rosalie believed they were all more civilised than that - to pick up stones and pelt dragons like the olden days. She could be proven wrong, however, and if she had, she would not care so much as long as nothing was thrown her way. Wouldn’t that have been the point, though? Would she be treated any differently for being the owner of this killer? All the more reason to keep moving, she supposed. She did not want to take any chances. “I wonder how much a saddle would cost..” She mumbled in thought, speaking just loud enough for Gore to hear her. “I mean.. We could go for a saddle, depending on the price, but that would mean I won’t be able to buy anything else for the trip back..” Rosalie would not go so far as to say that she was inexperienced. No. She would never admit that and would prefer to say that she was rather unprepared. [i]It’s this lizard’s fault that I never got to speak to Glenn properly. If not for Gore, I’d probably be much farther ahead than I am now..[/I] Was it normal to be excited yet afraid at the same time that she was setting out of Desdemona with someone accompanying her? Rosalie did not know, but already she was thinking up questions to ask Gore in the case that their journey was quiet. 

It certainly wasn’t a bother to her that things could get a little quiet, but the girl had the mind to test Gore’s patience and see how tolerant he was. He was now her property, but there was no telling how he would act when annoyed by her presence. Would he be annoyed? Rosalie peered over her shoulder at him, wanting to be sure that he was still with her. She still held distaste for him; for ruining her plans and killing those people, but she also would not go so far to say that it verged on hatred. Don’t get her wrong; she had not forgiven him, but perhaps she would later change her mind and make things worse for him. A LOT worse.