There is a rumble of agreement, or something like it, as the dragon's head tilts again to consider her.
Pretty is a word. York's never been unattractive, really, a fact that Locus has noted before but never placed a large amount of importance on. It tracks that he would also be similarly attractive as a woman...though some men probably make for worse-looking women than others, he considers. He doubts he himself would have been quite so fortunate.
If fortunate is in fact the word. He shifts on his claws, pulling himself up out of the crouch he'd been napping in, with a stretch that almost seems more tiger-like than dragon. The effect gives York a good idea of just how much larger he is now, and why he's out here instead of inside.
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Pretty is a word. York's never been unattractive, really, a fact that Locus has noted before but never placed a large amount of importance on. It tracks that he would also be similarly attractive as a woman...though some men probably make for worse-looking women than others, he considers. He doubts he himself would have been quite so fortunate.
If fortunate is in fact the word. He shifts on his claws, pulling himself up out of the crouch he'd been napping in, with a stretch that almost seems more tiger-like than dragon. The effect gives York a good idea of just how much larger he is now, and why he's out here instead of inside.