Chapter 22: Blizzards of Hell for Clawed Flames -2.8k
"I tell you, this probably is not going to turn out well." The gilded path of ice sparkled under the sunset, reflecting the tickled frost of skepticism in the witch's eyes. The 'spectators' were long gone with a silent, unresolved grudge for their smoked food, as the couple has delved deeper into the valley, the fields now empty with wild grasses and flowers, the regal blossoms of goldenrods and daisies swaying with the curious breeze, breathing into the prickly air between the two.
The dragon sighed, her confidence waning as her finger burrowed further into the witch's waist, the yelp and the cute glare failing to calm her reluctant agreement. It has been hours since they left the feasting sheeps to their cruel fates, and by then the couple has awkwardly danced around the topic, with a repeatedly earnest warning from the witch.
"Your age seems to catch up to you once again, old man." Adrei smiled in defeat, as her nail slowly crept up from the waist, barely stopping under the witch's pillows, freezing Demond harder than her own mana, as her icy trail shot out icicles again, the grasses crunched beside them to cover an otherwise innocent bystander.
"E-even if I talk a little too much..." Holding tight the arm that seems not afraid to explore further 'right between' her, the witch gritted her teeth as her back nestled further into the dragon's embrace, cautious of the snaky intruder not the cross the valley. The witch raised her head, her hat tilting slightly off, revealing a scowl irriated at the unwilling listener.
"Ease your worry, my love. Trust me, the hero won't be that extreme." Adrei chuckled as she tipped down the witch hat, her attempt to cover the witch's eyes for her expression failed miserably, as the doubt in her tone was swept up along with the nodding wind.
"Oh please, it's not a 'you know her better than I do' situation. She'll actually do it!" Demond's voice grew slightly higher pitched, the cutesy determination unconvincing in the dragon queen's ears. Adrei's eyes narrowed, however, as the witch's panic was contagious...in various ways.
"Demond. Your daughter is the one who agreed to meet me for the peace treaties in the first place." Adrei's voice was a mellow rebuttal, the grasses twirling in the valley as if holding their tummies on the dragon's words.
"And she is also the one who promised first to slaughter all of you should anything go wrong, especially with me!" Demond's voice was a whip-crack of alarm, causing Adrei to flinch. The dragon had hoped Alice's interest in diplomacy was genuine, but the witch's reminder of her rash spirit was a stark one.
However, as the horizon is dimmed with clusters of golden showers, so does the dragon's panicky thoughts. Alexa smirked a little as she recalled the young hero pointing at the dragon queen, yelling at her for 'bygones be bygones, her father must be spared'. The cold bloodlust in her blue eyes towered over hers, as their heartbeats overlapped with excitement and tension. It was not a good time, yet it only reminded the daughter's love for the flustered witch in front of her, the familial bond as eternal as their convenant.
"Alright alright...then shall we send a letter to the palace to inform if anything goes wrong?" The dragon suggested, her chest leaning as it sunk into the witch's back.
"O-of course!" The witch yelped, the cushioned passion behind her was followed by another chortled affection. She groaned a little, the dragon's playfulness not helping to save the fate of their species who were about to be nuked out of existence. "But not to the castle. Straight into those geezers in the dragon's council! They will know what to do, probably."