Tanya stared, mortified, at the sight before her. Sera and Bull were laughing loudly, cackling with glee. Dorian and the Inquisitor had shit-eating grins, snickering lowly. Vidar was giving a death glare to those before them while his sister remained dumbstruck and red in the cheeks.

Three drakes stood on the outskirts of camp, all trying to make the Dragonborn swoon. They stared at her in rapture, standing at attention after they dropped their gifts by her feet. An august ram, bear, and a snowfleur were before her, bloody and mangled, while the drakes awaited her reaction, staring silently at her.

"I don't know what to say. The dragons here are significantly dumber than the ones at home." Tanya groaned as the drakes spied a poor nug racing by. They fought over the kill to give to their beloved.

"I think you've established yourself as the dominant dragon, since you killed the high dragon last night," Dawn said, trying not to laugh, "they're all very taken by you. I'd call that high compliments."

One of the drakes cooed and rubbed his head against Tanya's chest, who growled and pushed him away while Sera and Bull's cackles grew louder. "I don't bloody care," she grumbled, "I..."

"Let them woo you!" Dorian exclaimed, amused. "They'll be at your beck and call in no time. You're the best dragon in the world, and they know it."

Vidar growled. "Away from briinahi! None of you are worthy!"

One in particular did not take kindly to Vidar's shouting. "Zeymah do dovahkiin gahvoh! Rek los niid uthi!" He puffed an ember at the warrior, who narrowly managed to dodge the breath. The two glared at each other coldly. Tanya groaned.

"I'm taken already!" she yelled. "We have incompatible genitals! It's not meant to be!"

Bull snorted. "Oh, come on, let them down gently. They tried so hard to please you. Might wanna try that weird dragon language with them."

Sera giggled. "They've got dragon boners for you, Tawn. You're hot stuff."

"Bri los lot." the smallest drake added.

"Ew, no!" Tanya cried. Vidar looked towards them, still very unamused.

"Dragons here are different than the ones in your world. They don't speak the common tongue or are immortal like ours. And dumber." he pointed out.

"Talk to them." the Inquisitor bidded. Tanya sighed, thought carefully, and began speaking the dragon tongue, as grammatically incorrect but understandable as the night before.

"Zu'u ahmuli." she said firmly. Her brother gave her a baffled look.

"Doesn't ahmul mean husband? You and Onmund aren't-"

"They don't need to know that we're only dating." Tanya argued. "Besides, I doubt the dragons here have any concept of what marriage is. If anything, it'll translate to 'mate', I hope. They just need to know that I'm taken."

Dorian shook his head. "The dragons here, the female ones, usually have several males attend to her. They've got to be confused."

And confused they were. The drakes gawked at her, heads cocked to the side. "Ahrk...?" the largest one asked.

Tanya groaned. "Meyye."

Translations:

Vidar: "Away from my sister (briinahi)!"

Drake: "Brother of Dragonborn, yield! She is not under your command!"

Drake #2: "Your beauty is great."

Tanya: "I have a husband/mate." (she is not married to him, but it was the closest word she had).

Drake #3: "So...?"

Tanya: "Fools."