[Nexus:] The Sleeping Goblin II, I Wonder If He's Up Yet?

[orb_of_blood]

When Lathe starts to realize what's going on, he suddenly wonders whether all this was a good idea...

But that's no way for a green dragon to think! It's a challenge and nothing more!

Still... maybe this challenge would be easier if he called for Prism... She was nearby, he could feel her protective light from all the way over here. PRISM! He hollers as loudly as he can.

The potions fall on him, but he'd been expecting something like that and leaps to the side. He's splashed by several, but they don't seem to do anything as he'd had his mouth clamped firmly shut and hadn't drunk any.

Okay... now he could smell gas. That's never a good thing. Except when you're used to living with a red dragon. TWO red dragons, he has to remind himself. His new sister, Nixa, was a red dragon as well.

He sits on a counter and draws his legs in. From his back arc two wings. They're brown and leathery, with strange green veins and huge spikes adorning them. He can't fly with them, but Draaxar had enchanted them time and time again to be - you guessed it - fireproof. He curls them around himself into a protective cocoon and waits for the explosion.

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At the front of the shop a figure so golden that her features as masked by rays of light enters. She searches the room with her eyes. Lathe? She calls, worried. it isn't hard to detect the smell of gasoline. Lathe? she repeats. Oh dear, what's he gotten himself into?

She crosses to the door, gently tries to coax them to open for her.