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“It’s the neighborly thing to do,” Clara insisted. “Someone moves into the cave next door, you say hello.”
“And it’s not just because you’re a certified monsterfucker?” asked Ashildr.
“It’s not my fault the witchlaw is basically all loophole and only forbids me lay with human men.”
“And trust us, we’re both glad of that,” added River: saucy, reassuring. “Hecate knows I’m just as happy that adopting Charlotte counted for me.”
“Does that make you the other one, then?” An immense silver dragon peeked his head out from the cave they were approaching.
“Bit rude, but yeah, I’m older than I look,” Ashildr replied. “Guess what they say about dragons’ senses is true; how long were you eavesdropping?” They ignored the glares from their covenmates.
The dragon laughed, silver flame flickering around his jaws. “Not that long. Long enough to decide not to roast the lot of you on sight. Witch burning is for rubbish humans.”
Clara felt a little dizzy looking up at the dragon (and not just because she was short, or because she was, in fact, a certified monsterfucker, or because the dragon had heard that she was a certified monsterfucker. He was just very large, and very capable of murdering all of them without trying that hard). “We’ve brought a housewarming present,” she interjected, hoping to alleviate the mood, or at least the dragon’s hunger, nudging forward a goat on a lead.
“I’ll save him for later; bit rude to eat in front of guests,” the dragon quipped. Despite having Ashildr’s words used against them, Clara felt a bit of relief wash over her - guests were protected, even the rudest dragon respected that. “Speaking of which…” The dragon’s head snaked back inside the cave, and a human-looking figure with shaggy silver hair stepped out a moment later. Shapeshifter, Clara thought. Good to know.
“Down, girl,” River and Ashildr muttered in unison.
“Like you wouldn’t,” she whispered back.
“Ahem,” interrupted the dragon. “Was there anything else you wished to discuss? Because those armored gentlemen riding up the mountain are not the neighborly type.”
“That will be the local lord, Davros,” River said, rolling her eyes. “Every few months he sends a few knights. Looks like more, this time.”
“They’re the worst,” Ashildr confirmed. “Looks like more than usual, this time.”
“He shouldn’t have,” quipped the dragon. “Seems we’ll get a chance to work on our teamwork,” he concluded as the others nodded, readying their magic.