Dragons Fire
Boredom and Neyaa Sunngifu are not a good mix!
The house cleaning had been done of sorts and she had snooped in every place she's permitted to snoop at least twice. She was now at a loose end, she'd found the rum he'd hidden easily enough. She Congratulated herself on her own cleverness and scanned the main room for something to amuse herself with. She headed towards the table in the centre of the room, swinging the bottle by it's neck placing it triumphantly down upon the table. With one easy backward movement she hoisted herself up onto the table and into a cross legged position. Neyaa picked up the bottle and tipped a generous mouthful of rum into her throat before placing the bottle down to the side of her. Sliding the dagger from her gauntlet she set about carving the remains of a joint of pork, sculpting it into the shape of a rabbit, or perhaps it was a hare?
Neyaa mused as she drank rum and worked upon her finest masterpiece yet, trying to recall how long she had lived in this house. Longer than she had lived anywhere else since leaving home that was for sure. In fact prior to moving in here, the longest she had spent in any one house was probably when she got stuck in a window that time. Neyaa laughed to herself, Nay, there had been other house mates of sorts, barely lasting a day or two and she had left each and every one of them, carrying as much as she could out of the door with her. Neyaa pondered. Why is it different this time? Why had she stayed so long? Her eyes involuntarily looked towards the bedroom before she inwardly scolded herself. Nay that was not it, that was not her primary motive for staying, a smile danced about her lips anyway. Whatever kept her there she reasoned was purely practical and she dismissed any notion of sentimental thought. Such sentiments were spoken only in the heat of passion were they not?
It was at that moment that the dragon painting on the wall caught her eye. Peering closely at it her field of vision shifted so that the painting came into focus and it then dawned upon her how peculiar the dragon looked with only one eye. Furrowing her brow, somewhat vexed by the flawed painting she slid off the table and padded across the room to afford it closer scrutiny. She reasoned that the paintings owner only had one eye, so it was credible for the dragon to only have one eye. More alarming was the dragon's mouth. Did dragon's not breathe fire? Running her finger around the dragons jaw line her irritation at such a dire omission gave rise to annoyance. Neyaa looked around the room for something to correct matters, the dragon should have fire in it's mouth! So began a further search of the house and her level of frustration grew “he” really should be more cultured. He has many curiosities in his home, but no painting oils.
Snatching the bottle from the table, Neyaa returned to the picture studying it in between mouthfuls of rum. Yes...as soon as she had finished the rum, she would head in to Bree and buy oils and set the painting right, she would give fire to the dragon. It will be a nice surprise for him getting home...he will be so pleased with her.
