A.N.

I was reviewing Priscilla's dialogue for ideas when I discovered her moan.

Ummm... Wow. REINVIGORATED!

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The newly formed couple walks down the quiet halls, padding over books covered in a thick layer of dust. Sær sits on Priscilla's shoulder, facing behind her so that he may deal with any enemies from the rear with his bow. Priscilla's tail has snaked up her back and curled around his waist, caressing his back.

The little resistance they encounter throughout the archives is dealt with quickly. Sær never even has time to loose an arrow; Priscilla cleaves their foes in half faster than he can blink. Sær shudders, glad she hadn't fought him back in Ariamis. He would have stood no chance.

Each time Priscilla cleaves through another foe, Sær rewards her with a kiss on the neck. By the time they reach the fourth floor, her face is flushed and her tail is beating a staccato rhythm on his back. He reaches back and strokes it, paying close attention to where she likes to be touched.

She gives a satisfied sigh, nuzzling her cheek into Sær's ribs.

The odd pair slowly make their way through floor after floor, steadily climbing towards the Duke's chambers. Sær clears his throat.

"So, Priscilla..."

"Yes, darling?"

Sær starts. "D-D-Darling?!"

She gives him a puzzled look. "That is what couples call each other, is it not? That is what is told in the books I read. Do you not wish for me to call you as such?"

Sær gulps. "N-no, that's not it. I was just taken by suprise, is all. Anyway, I just wanted to ask what you would do for fun in Ariamis. I figure we could learn more about each other, since we have time."

Priscilla blinks in suprise. "Fun... Well, I did rather enjoy vanishing and scaring mister Jeremiah. He would fall and struggle to get up because of the ridiculous crown of his!" She giggles. "I would spend all day cleaning and grooming my fur... Hmm, let's see..." She pauses, lost in thought.

"Though I suppose I never had any real fun," she says sadly. "The inhabitants of the painting were barely lucid... And The Painted Land is a dreadfully dreary place, even if it is beautiful. Aunt Velka would occasionally visit and bring me things, but she stopped coming after my four-and-tenth birthday," She sighs.

Sær listens quietly, horrified. He knew that living in such a place wouldn't be riveting, but to think she had been this lonely...

He slides down her back to stand on the base of her tail and wraps his arms around her middle. "I'm sorry that this is all I can do," he whispers. "We'll have all the fun in the world, you'll see. I promise."

Priscilla chuckles. "You stole that from The Night's Regalia, you liar."

Sær chuckles sheepishly. "It's the only book you brought from Ariamis, so it must be your favorite. Of course I'm going to read it! After all you're my..."

Priscilla cocks her head. "Your?"

Sær's face turns scarlet as he sinks into her fur to hide his embarrassment.

"My... My... Darling," he mutters. His face feels like it's about to erupt into flames.

RRRRRR.

Sær's ears perk up.

MMMMRRRRRRRR~

Was she... Purring?!

Her back rumbles, lightly vibrating his face.

She wriggles from head to tail, her hips shaking back and forth as it wags happily. Sær clings tightly to her so he isn't thrown off. Her tail curls around his waist and pries him off her back. She gives a mighty heave and tosses him up and over her head, effortlessly catching him in her arms. She stares down at him, beaming with a giddy, serene smile.

Sær's heartbeat skyrockets. Priscilla is staring at him lovingly, her face getting closer and closer. Her lips part, glistening as they inch closer to Sær's. Their eyes lock on to each other. Her vertical pupils are hypnotizing, causing everything else to fall away. The light catches the scales on her neck, framing her face with a shimmering light.

Their lips touch, and they kiss clumsily, neither one caring about their difference in size. Her breath hits his face, bringing with it the scent of cold mountain air. They stay that way for what feels like an eternity, moaning slightly as they deepen the kiss.

Finally Sær, who has the smaller lungs, pulls away, trails of saliva still connecting the two. After catching her breath, Priscilla playfully licks his face. Her large tongue is rough with numerous small bumps, yet each one is smooth, causing a unique sensation that sends a shiver through Sær's body. To anyone else in the world, this act, and their very relationship would seem mad. But to them, it's the most natural thing in the world. The things that would drive most every other man away from Priscilla are what Sær adores. Her size, her fur, her tail, her eyes, all different from any human woman, but all irresistible to him.

For the one person in the world who would love her to find her in a remote, hidden land? It's nothing short of a miracle.

Priscilla's purring returns with a vengeance, rattling Sær in his fluffy perch. Dragons do have a deep, rumbling roar, so it shouldn't be much of a suprise that Priscilla can make such an adorable noise. Suddenly, Sær feels her large hand grasp his head, bringing it to her face as she rubs the furry side of her face against his.

A deep rumbling shakes the very building. surely even Priscilla couldn't...

"What was that?!" She shrieks.

"The Duke," Sær says grimly. "I must defeat him if we are to proceed."

"We must defeat him."

Sær glares at her. "No, Priscilla. We don't know how powerful he is. One misstep and I lose you forever. There is no reason for you to risk your life when mine is unending."

Priscilla huffs frustratedly. Despite her anger, she understands the truth in his words. Besides, she has no desire to fade away so quickly after uniting with Sær.

"Very well," she sighs. "At the very least, I shall have books to read while you die a few times."

Sær sighs. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, sweetheart."

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The duo finally reach the final floor, pausing at the door leading to the Duke's chambers. Priscilla turns to face him.

"Good luck, darling!" She pumps her fist.

Sær nods, his face flushed. While her pet name for him made his heart soar, it's also incredibly embarrassing. Sær draws his twin broadswords, connected at the pommel by a three foot chain. He had these specially infused just for Seath. The two blades are permanently lit aflame, serving the dual purpose of heating Sær and melting Seath's icy projectiles. The chain is imbued with crackling bolts of energy, a staple in dragon hunts.

Taking a deep breath, Sær walks past the oak doors while Priscilla peeks out from behind the door, only her eyes and horns showing. The Duke's chambers reverberate with the sounds of heavy footsteps and clanking chain links.

Priscilla wrings her tail nervously.

A great rush of icy air comes sweeping in from the left, and Sær struggles to keep his footing. Another gale reaches his ears, and he deftly dodges forward, an invisible impact cracking the floor and sending him tumbling. Dust and debris flies through the air, and through the haze Sær sees a swath being cut in the shape of a massive claw. Quickly standing up, he baits it, jumping away at the last second as it slams into the ground. He flings a broadsword under the large unseen arm, climbing atop it and catching his sword.

With a savage grunt, Sær stabs the two blades into the invisible beasts upper arm, the electrified chain wrapped around it's arm and sending yellow bolts across the outline of a massive, winged creature. With a gut-wrenching howl, the edges of the beast begin to solidify. It slowly gains form, revealing a scale-less hide and great wings enshrouded in ice. A loud gasp comes from the doorway.

"Father?!"

Sær whips his head around to face Priscilla. "What?!! Father?!"

A great cracking sound comes from Seath the scale-less, and Sær looks down to see an ice crystal sprouting from his chest. He falls to the ground, gasping, a a thunderous voice booms from Seath.

"Thou wert truly confident in thine ability to best me? A mere human who has lived not a third of mine lifetimes?" Sær does not reply, still paralyzed with pain.

"SÆR!" Priscilla rushes forward with an expression of rage greater than any seen throughout the land.

"STAY BACK!" Sær cries. Priscilla hesitates for but a moment, but that is all Seath needs. With a great rumble, he shrieks and sends a cascade of massive icicles down towards Priscilla. The enormous pillars fall around her, trapping her in an icy prison as Sær slowly fades away.

"Well," Seath rumbles. "It would seem mine research shan't stagnate, after all." He bears his fangs in a vile grin. "Mayhaps now you may finally be of some use, dearest daughter."

T.B.C.