To Steal a Scarf [OPEN]

[Agenothree]

"Aaneth!"

A voice, lifted in annoyance and outrage, echoed from some far off place, following a green dragon as she dove from her weyr ledge and gracefully descended to land not far from High Reaches' lake. In her jaws, she had a swathe of colorful fabric, strategically cradled so as not to be pierced by her draconic teeth. It was a beautiful thing, a cut of a Harper's finest linen, and tooled to perfection with intricate designs. Aaneth wanted it, but Finch wasn't so willing to part with it. So she did what she had to, and once Finch wasn't looking, Aaneth seized her opportunity and her prize, absconding like a thief at market with such a pretty piece of apparel.

But Aaneth had one problem: being a dragon, her paws weren't exactly suited to donning a scarf, and her physiology made wearing one difficult too. But she had her ways. With no Finch here to be so kind as to help her, she would need to seek assistance from an alternative source. It was a warm, fine day of spring, sunlight setting her hide aglow, and it would certainly be easy to find someone who'd be willing to help her equip her pilfered and hard-won scarf.

[Dragon]

Kinlath made a sort of curious trilling, churring sound as he looked up from where he was sprawled in the early spring grass as a green with a length of fine cloth landed nearby. The sound made Lavanya open her eyes, watching the other dragon curiously, leaning back against Kinlath's side.

It took her a moment to recognize Aaneth, not because the green wasn't recognizable, but because she didn't see her regularly and had been distracted by the length of cloth. Aaneth had hatched the turn before Kinlath, she thought, although she wasn't entirely certain.

A sense of curiosity wafted from Kinlath, and Lavanya smiled and levered herself up off the grass. "Is there something we can do for you, my lady?"