(More Mally!
Malchior: Don't. Call. Me. That.
Eep!)
Malchior stood at the top of the roof, where the ledge was. It was the only place to stand, after all.
He thought for a couple seconds, then leaped into the air, transforming into his dragon self.
Letting himself almost hit the ground, at the last second he stretched out his wings and flew towards the sky. The streets were always abandoned at this time at night.
Flapping his wings, he flew as high as physically possible.
Then he had fun.
Gliding, falling, diving, shooting upwards. Stuff that younger dragons did, not thousands of years old ones.
Finally, he landed on the roof ledge as a human again.
Walking down the stairs, he bumped right into Ravager.
Malchior jumped half a foot in the air and said, "Ravager, what the hell are you doing up?" "Couldn't sleep. Mammoth is snoring like a zoo of hungry animals tonight in the room over." She said, yawning.
Then she bit her lip. "I hope you don't mind me saying this, but what were you doing up there? Flying, anyway."
Malchior sighed and tried not to blush. "Well... promise not to laugh?" Ravager nodded. "I was dancing with the moon."
Ravager raised her eyebrows. "Huh?" She said. Malchior shifted his feet. "Its a dragon thing... when you fly like that at night, its called dancing with the moon. Its a thing younger dragons do but..." He smiled. "Its fun."
Ravager nodded. "I get it." Then she grinned. "You think you could take a human on your back and do that?" Malchior glared. "Not happening, Ravager." "Damn it."
Short, sweet, and fluffy. I am popping cavities as I type.
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