[i]'Soft and too confining,'[/i] he says. Thought Rosalie with a slight narrowing of her eyes. It was almost as if he were also describing his discomfort with his humanoid form. At the idea of that, the girl found herself staring for longer than she should have, almost like she was only taking the time to consider that now that they had arrived home. If Eric hadn't tapped her on the shoulder and asked her if something was on her mind, the girl was certainly sure that she would have stared for longer without realising. She dismissed it as her simply zoning out, but really, [i]what[/i] would happen if Gore were to stay in that form for longer than he should? Would he lose his mind or would the outcome be much worse than what was currently running through her mind?
 Rosalie could happily list or even jot down her thoughts on the matter, but given the situation, it might not be appropriate. Perhaps, the girl thought, turning to look at the younger brother, she'd ask him later in hopes that he might know the answer. Gore didn't seem to want to tell her judging from his answer from earlier. She wouldn't force it out of him, either. It might have been that she did not care enough to ask, or rather that she did not want to become too involved in the affairs of a dragon. Curiosity was a dangerous and powerful thing.

“Well, Rosalie?” Eric prompted with a light voice once more when he saw that she hadn’t been listening to him as he urged her on. He was tempted to scold her. He really was. “We shouldn’t stay out too long lest father finds us here. Then our efforts would be for nothing. How are you going to explain a dragon in the backyard, hmm?” The girl’s attention was for a moment drawn to Sigmund who was locked in conversation with Gore. The older male seemed unfazed by how different the perspective of dragons and humans were when it came to the other and the events that had come to pass. 

On the other hand, Eric was rather tense over the situation and it showed in the small distance he kept away from Gore. One of the reasons behind this was because he was always wary of strangers and it often showed unlike his brother who would always -and quite happily- jump into conversation. Saving them or not, the young male wanted to be sure of the dragon’s trustworthiness. He already seemed honourable enough in keeping his new mistress safe, but being observant of someone’s nature tended to always pay off.

“Umm...Come here for a moment, Eric.” Rosalie pulled Eric to the side then and started whispering to him in low tones, looking into his eyes to be sure that she had his attention. They had their heads close enough so they could hear each other over Sigmund’s slightly louder voice. At times, Eric could be caught frowning and even drawing back in disbelief.
“Even I’m not exactly sure what father thinks about dragons..,” He said after a few seconds of silence, scratching his chin, “you are right about..” He suddenly trailed off and shook his head, waving the idea away as if he were making a half-hearted effort at waving off an insect after a sleepless night. “For now, we’ll see how it goes..” As the young man mumbled those words, he looked back to the house, shivering slightly, but not from the cold. He knew how his parents would respond to the news. If they had gone off about not being able to keep pets in the house, then he could only imagine how they would react to a dragon which was much, [i]much[/I] larger than any domestic animal they’ve suggested keeping.

“Heh, I know that much, Gore.” Sigmund added quietly, frustration lurking beneath the surface of his light tone as he ruffled the back of his head, “I dare you to count the number of things my brother and I have read that say one thing while another says something else. I wonder if Rosie’s complained about that to you yet, haha. Ah well..” He heaved a sigh, gaze fixing on the faint outline of Gore in the dark. He was somewhat curious to where the dragon had gone off to, and had even thought about asking, but perhaps it wasn’t something to worry about. It had already been an interesting day as it was and there was no doubt that in having Rosalie and Gore get here, that they weren’t tired. “Wait a minute! Gore! You! Buddy!” Sigmund’s face suddenly lit up as he took Gore by the shoulders. “Since you have the real story, you should consider telling us, sometime! Eric can be your scribe-“
“Why are you nominating me?” His brother demanded, “you suggested it, so you should write it.”
“You know I’m not good at these things, Eric. Who knows, things could change and people could be interested in the real story.”
“I doubt it. It’s late, brother. Think about this in the morning.” 

“He’s right, you know, Siggy.” Rosalie had to chime in, following Eric off with a yawn. “And Gore? Thanks, but there’s nothing that I can think of at the moment. Just do whatever you usually do and try to keep a low profile.” There could have been something that she was forgetting, but she could figure it all out tomorrow when she wasn’t half-asleep and tempted to lean on Eric for support.

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Morning couldn’t have come early enough, but already, Rosalie was out watering the garden with its variety of fragrant flowers. Though she had her hair tied back and was still in her dark pyjamas, she didn’t much care for who would see. Why she hadn’t changed beforehand was simply due to laziness and not getting as much sleep the night before. Simply put, she was still tired from her trip. Seeing as it was her turn to water the plants, she thought she might as well get it over and done with before she changed and went out to get the groceries.

She planned to stay in town for a bit until she could earn a bit of income to travel again. Eric had agreed to lend her some of his savings, but warned her not to go about spending it without so much as a thought to what she was trying to achieve. She believed she was responsible and since it was not her money to spend freely, his warning would be firmly embedded in her mind like etching in stone. Sigmund was a bit more relaxed about it, at least. “All of this is going to pay off soon..”