04-26-2016, 02:03 AM
"Yes, tame them," Niza said matter-of-factly, tipping her head at Han across the table, a subtle glare working its way into her expression. Not that she'd ever try to do that, most dragons were as tame as humans, if not more; the humans just liked to fuck it up and then the dragons would turn on them, which was a typical response. What else were they supposed to do? In the middle of this, however, Niza was trying to look her best, sound her best, and overall act more professional than these two loons thought she probably was. She could speak and haggle just as well as they could, she could write and read and do all that fun human stuff, in addition to the perks of being able to change into a potentially dangerous creature at any given time. That was pretty handy.
Niza scoffed at Reva's comment. "Are you saying I'm not trainable?" She paused and shook her head. "Wait, I take that back. I'm as civilized as you pair are, there's no training to be done. I'm not clawing your eyes out, am I?" She again offered a smile, leaning forward to grab one of the same small sandwiches that Reva had gotten and popped it into her mouth. "And I certainly don't think I act like some untrained dog. Pitiful things."
Archer shot Niza a look, one she knew clearly that meant to be quiet, so she just shrugged her shoulder at him and continued eating - small bites, she remembered, so she didn't look like some pig. "20 million?" Archer thought for a moment. It wasn't as high as he'd hoped actually, but it was more than enough, enough that he was content with. It seemed like the easy way to be a millionaire nowadays was to just become a dragon hunter. Easier said than done, though. "Okay... So what do I need to sign?" He sat back a little. "20 is fine by me."
Niza snorted. Archer always liked to take the low road. She knew she was worth much more than 20 million, but hey, she wasn't the one getting the money.
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"We need to have an intervention with Ky and Ivy or something," Ceral suggested, his tone serious. Not that he really thought they'd both get along anytime soon, but they were stuck in the same enclosure together, and Ceral would be lying if he were to say it wasn't a tad bit annoying to go over to see Nym or Ivan or Ky and Ivy couldn't come because of her brother, or vice versa. It was plain awkward. Ivan didn't even seem to be into the idea of having a real mate. Ivy had knocked him up once, big whoop. Ky needed to get over his jealousy, and Ivy needed to respect how he felt - but ultimately they just needed to hug and make up.
Ceral sat on the edge of the pool, not keen on getting wet right then despite his nature for water. "Don't jinx it." Ceral groaned and ran a hand through his hair, the curls bouncing as he tried to neaten it up. "I'm not that big..." Ceral didn't bother to say yet because he knew he'd get there. He could remember how big Ivan had gotten, and that was with Ivy's clutch. He'd try not to think about it until it actually got around to being that time... He'd get as much time outside as he could. It was nice to walk around when his back or legs weren't hurting, or mostly when he just wasn't feeling sneezy and nauseous. The latter was really what was starting to make him not want to go outside, but he knew he'd regret it later when, more than likely, he wouldn't be able to make it but a few feet outside the nest.
"Oh. Mmm, they haven't done much to me. I guess it's nice to know what to expect." He looked over towards Nym when Ivan commented on how many eggs he might be carrying. "That sounded doubtful," he said to Ivan, smirking. "I'm gonna bet... twelve. Or thirteen." He raised a brow. "Or maybe you've got a hundred little ones."
Niza scoffed at Reva's comment. "Are you saying I'm not trainable?" She paused and shook her head. "Wait, I take that back. I'm as civilized as you pair are, there's no training to be done. I'm not clawing your eyes out, am I?" She again offered a smile, leaning forward to grab one of the same small sandwiches that Reva had gotten and popped it into her mouth. "And I certainly don't think I act like some untrained dog. Pitiful things."
Archer shot Niza a look, one she knew clearly that meant to be quiet, so she just shrugged her shoulder at him and continued eating - small bites, she remembered, so she didn't look like some pig. "20 million?" Archer thought for a moment. It wasn't as high as he'd hoped actually, but it was more than enough, enough that he was content with. It seemed like the easy way to be a millionaire nowadays was to just become a dragon hunter. Easier said than done, though. "Okay... So what do I need to sign?" He sat back a little. "20 is fine by me."
Niza snorted. Archer always liked to take the low road. She knew she was worth much more than 20 million, but hey, she wasn't the one getting the money.
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"We need to have an intervention with Ky and Ivy or something," Ceral suggested, his tone serious. Not that he really thought they'd both get along anytime soon, but they were stuck in the same enclosure together, and Ceral would be lying if he were to say it wasn't a tad bit annoying to go over to see Nym or Ivan or Ky and Ivy couldn't come because of her brother, or vice versa. It was plain awkward. Ivan didn't even seem to be into the idea of having a real mate. Ivy had knocked him up once, big whoop. Ky needed to get over his jealousy, and Ivy needed to respect how he felt - but ultimately they just needed to hug and make up.
Ceral sat on the edge of the pool, not keen on getting wet right then despite his nature for water. "Don't jinx it." Ceral groaned and ran a hand through his hair, the curls bouncing as he tried to neaten it up. "I'm not that big..." Ceral didn't bother to say yet because he knew he'd get there. He could remember how big Ivan had gotten, and that was with Ivy's clutch. He'd try not to think about it until it actually got around to being that time... He'd get as much time outside as he could. It was nice to walk around when his back or legs weren't hurting, or mostly when he just wasn't feeling sneezy and nauseous. The latter was really what was starting to make him not want to go outside, but he knew he'd regret it later when, more than likely, he wouldn't be able to make it but a few feet outside the nest.
"Oh. Mmm, they haven't done much to me. I guess it's nice to know what to expect." He looked over towards Nym when Ivan commented on how many eggs he might be carrying. "That sounded doubtful," he said to Ivan, smirking. "I'm gonna bet... twelve. Or thirteen." He raised a brow. "Or maybe you've got a hundred little ones."