At least Gore was performing his duties without her having to give him orders; again protecting her from the rocks launched in their direction like he had done with the arrows. These people could either learn to aim better or not try at all to save themselves the embarrassment of missing a creature as large as Gore was.
The sound of the projectiles hitting the dragon’s body and wings was quite audible and she could not help but glance back over her shoulder to find Gore’s head bowed almost to the point where his snout could have touched the ground. There was also a look in the dragon’s eyes; one that Rosalie could not help but shrug nonchalantly at before turning away again. It did not concern her, she knew, and she did not think that she would waste her breath pointing it out. “Good save...” she simply said. As long as the lizard was still able to travel after this pelting which may -or may not- have been what he had deserved, that was all she cared about. 

Despite Gore’s offering to complete tasks that would earn some income, Rosalie did not want to be in his debt - probably not anymore than he did with her... “I’ll see if there isn’t anything at an affordable price.. [i]then[/I] something will need to be worked out. Hmm.. I’ll think about that later.” She said in reply. Rosalie would rather let her troubles be washed away with the auction night that has come to pass because all she wanted at the moment was to look ahead and forget about the hole in her pocket. If only it were that easy. 

When Gore had mentioned something about knowing how to prepare culinary dishes, the girl could not help but look at him briefly with a trace of doubt in her expression that she did not bother to hide. He could very well poison her if he wanted to. [i]’Hoho! These mushroom are safe’, he’ll say![/I] Rosalie thought, resisting the temptation to roll her eyes. [i]Yeah, until I end up buried somewhere underneath them. I bet he wouldn’t even take my corpse to Sigmund and Eric... Ugh.. Those two are the very reason I’m here in Desdemona in the first place![/I] She tilted her head, still keen on keeping her thoughts to herself. [i]Never mind that.. It makes me wonder just who this beast’s previous owner was... I can’t believe that he’s been tamed before. Hehe, a monster like him?! I bet he mauled his previous owner.. just like he’ll most likely do to me if I’m not careful...[/I] Rosalie was clearly thinking back to when Gore had licked his lips while she was reaching out toward him. That was not a good sign to her or to anyone. Even if he was play- [i]hang on a minute..[/I] Rosalie started pacing around the dragon for a bit, looking him up and down warily, a habit of hers when trying to solve a problem and weighing up her options, [i]is this monster always this.. serious? I wish I was stuck with one that was a little more... lively.[/I] Would things have been more interesting if that were the case?
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Getting the saddle on Gore surprisingly lacked the difficulty Rosalie had been expecting. The Blood Dragon was quite compliant - which was something that was expected of a ‘dragon slave’ as one in his situation would commonly be referred to - but this obedience, in Rosalie’s opinion, was questionable. She had at least expected to become a bit irritated, but was fairly satisfied it went well. It made her wonder, though, if she would feel more at ease if she were arguing with him.

“Gore? Do you remember the way your captors had taken in getting here.” Rosalie asked the dragon as she sat on the saddle and shifted her weight about, testing the sturdiness of it. She would also lean her weight back and give it a bit of a tug to be sure that it would not slip off mid-flight. It definitely felt a lot more comfortable and assured her that she would not fall off as easily. Craning her head to the sky, Rosalie took in a deep breath, gave the dragon the okay, and hunched low as the air rushed around her during their ascent. Even as their speed had evened out, Rosalie still did not relax, remembering the last time the ground had come up to say ‘hello’. The view, though, was absolutely amazing. The early morning light lit the calm ocean water, presenting it with a certain kind of warmth that Rosalie could almost feel even at this height where the wind wrapped around her and played with her hair. All this, combined with flying at almost the same height as the airships almost got her to relax out of awe. Almost.

She had never, in all her years, been on an airship before, but getting to see them in the skies and not just while she was on the ground was quite the sight for her in her opinion. “Wow... hey, look at that!” Rosalie leaned forward in her saddle, pointing eagerly to the airship closest to them, forgetting herself in her excitement. “I’ve never been on one before or seen one this close. Hmm.. I wonder what makes it run... maybe magic could be involved as well... but then... that wouldn’t be right..would it? Hmm.. Hey, Gore? Back then, was magic quite... prominent..?” The girl was, at this point, openly curious. Thinking back to the strange duo she had seen three weeks ago, she wondered how they were able to use magic so efficiently like that without much aid of technology. Perhaps they were gifted or were they using some sort of machine that focused the wave of magic?

A strange, distant whirring noise reached the girl’s ears after a bit. The sound was familiar and yet Rosalie was unable to put her tongue on it. Where had she heard that before? She began frowning, straining to hear something more that would tell her what it was. It was quickly approaching, that much she was sure of. “What... is that?” She asked herself in a tone that verged more on unsureness rather than annoyance. Less than seconds later, she was able to distinguish it as something that was shooting straight for them. Whether the rider of the vehicle was trying to get them to fall out of the sky or was playing chicken, she was unsure.

Razors, they were called, for their capability of gliding through the air with great ease and agility. These motor vehicles had a sleek and elegant design and it had been one of the things that had drawn Rosalie in the night before. Rosalie looked behind her, immediately hunching down so low that she looked like she was hugging the saddle, trying to make herself a smaller target. If Gore did not veer to the left or withdraw his wing, he would most likely be thrown off balance. Rosalie did not want to kiss the ground. That happening once was one of the most terrifying things she had ever faced. “No.. please not again..,” she whispered, steeling herself. Had Gore heard the target before she had? Was he aware of it? Only seconds ago, she was in awe. Now, fear had taken hold of her and had her tongue-tied, unable to say anything to the Blood Dragon.