It was a peaceful late morning, as Milgazia the golden dragon, in his human form and in his personal, private study, sitting calmly and reading a leather-bound book. It was ancient and, though well taken care of, it was also well used and the lettering on the cover had long faded.
He sat in his favorite chair in front of the opened windows, allowing the fresh mountain air to drift in and the bright sunshine to seep into him. Half of a light bunch was on the tray on the end table next to him, within reach. He poured himself another cup of tea and sipped it as he focused on the text.
His calm is shattered however when the darkest manifestation of evil Milgazia had ever met decided to appear sitting on his desk, smiling. "Good morning, Milgazia! Nice day, isn't it?"
Startled, Milgazia slammed the book shut, set it on the table, and jumped up to his feet. "Why are you here?"
"What? No hello? I thought your mother raised you better than that. Oh well. I've come to, " Xellos paused and then smiled widely as he picked out the right phrase he wanted to use. "Ask a favor from you."
"Ask a favor?" Milgazia asked dryly in disbelief.
"Very well. Demand your assistance. " Xellos cheerfully said. "Do you really need to say it out loud what would happen if you refuse? You know what I am capable of. And yet you don't. But you do know that you will happily do whatever I say. Am I right?"
"Yes. Yes, you are." Milgazia grudgingly growled as he folded his arms and looked away.
"Splended. Don't worry. I am not going to ask you to be a traitor to your whole race. I just need you to teach me a bit of golden dragon etiquette. You are normally an exceedingly polite dragon, so I thought you were the ideal person to turn to."
Milgazia blinked. What angle was the monster race trying to exploit? "Etiquette? What area? Table manners? Interactions in business?" Milgazia's face darkened as an idea hit him. "No matter what I can only reveal so much about of our holy rites and that's only information already revealed to the public. No matter what, I'd rather die than betray-"
Xellos just seemed amused as interrupted Milgazia's little stand. "Oh no. I don't need any of that. I could go elsewhere if I wanted any of that stuffy stuff. I want you to satisfy my curiosity on another area."
"Which is?" Milgazia warily asked.
"Why Golden Dragon dating and mating rituals, of course!"
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Plea from the Author:
Normally, I wouldn't think of doing a Milgazia story but I actually mentioned this idea to some friends and they actually vehemently ordered me to do this story.
That got me thinking? Why shouldn't I do a Milgazia story? Come on, the guy does look like Gaav's and Gourry's lovechild. (Isn't that an amusing thought!?) And he is such a dignified, straight man with a strange sense of humor! (Or lack thereof according to some people's opinions.) Comedy should abound!
Then I realized one thing missing with Milgazia: Bishie torture, the Spice of Life!!
That's where I need your help!
Gimme feedback about weird dragon mating rituals that poor Milgazia will have to awkwardly explain. (Wait until you get to the bit about Mil having to "shake his thang" in the mating dance! Ha!)
-BattleJoy Walton `_~.S
