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Glory rushes into her girlfriend's - the SkyWing queen - throne room and into Scarlet's arms.
"Glory!" Scarlet greets her warmly. Glory breathes in her girlfriend's scent; the air and wind and a slight smell of… fruit? "Okay, lily, I got something for you." Glory smiles at her girlfriend's affectionate nickname for her.
"Yes?" she steps curiously away from Scarlet to look around the throne room. In the middle of the stone floor is a furry blanket, and a basket is sitting in the middle of the blanket.
"Surprise! I made a picknick. With fruit, so you can still eat what you want."
"Oh," Glory bops Scarlet's snout with her own, wrinkling her nose in amusement. "This is nice of you."
"Of course it is!" Scarlet puffs up with pride, and Glory giggles. "C'mon, let's eat…" Her voice also suggests something else.
They sit on the blanket, and Scarlet immediately wraps her talons around Glory and pulls her close. Glory's breath falters for a moment before it picks up speed. She raises her head to look directly into Scarlet's eyes. And at Scarlet's half-burned face. That Glory did to her. Luckily Scarlet forgave her, or else their relationship would've gone down the drain.
Now, here's the dragon equivalent of kissing; they rub their snouts together and occasionally bop noses. Mainly it's what they do with other things, like holding each other, or holding talons, or pressing up against each other.
They do that now, which makes them oblivious to Peril walking in on them. They realize the feiry dragonet's there when she coughs awkwardly.
"Er… I did not need to see that…" Peril shudders as she says this. Scarlet and Glory just stare at her, Scarlet with annoyance, and Glory with chagrin written across her face.
Peril walks slowly out backwards, keeping eye contact with Glory. Is it just me, or did her face seem to burst into flames? Glory thinks distractedly as she and Scarlet resume what they were doing.