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It was waving time.
Clip-clop. Clip-clop, went the horses. It was unusual for elves to travel in coaches. It felt wrong to restrain horses with saddle and reigns, but the people loved it. The people looked at her, the Dragon-princess and cheered.
Clip-clop. Clip-clop.
The city of Andurvan. There had been rumours here of.. violence against elf-men, elf-women disappearing, abducted, to be sold as expensive slaves, trained to be perverts by twisted humans. Her presence here is half ceremonial and half political. She was a sight to behold, of course.
Clip-clop. Clip-clop.
The coach turned a corner. Kids cheering, watching. Adults pointing and whispering, men in curious lust, women with secret jealousy, observing the strange creature before them. She however, was busy oberving something else. There, among the masses, moving with them, were a few robed figures, her sharp dragon-elf eyes spied.
Clip-clop. Clip-clop.
Some trouble, perhaps? She couldn't just stop this little arrival parade based on a hunch of course, but perhaps she should tell the coacher of her concerns. Or take a closer look. Or.. someone cheered for her in the backlines. Dragon-princess, they shouted, and she was about to ready another wave.
"Show us your boobs!" The young demanded then, with a lustful grin.
Clip-clop. Clip-clop, went the horses. It was unusual for elves to travel in coaches. It felt wrong to restrain horses with saddle and reigns, but the people loved it. The people looked at her, the Dragon-princess and cheered.
Clip-clop. Clip-clop.
The city of Andurvan. There had been rumours here of.. violence against elf-men, elf-women disappearing, abducted, to be sold as expensive slaves, trained to be perverts by twisted humans. Her presence here is half ceremonial and half political. She was a sight to behold, of course.
Clip-clop. Clip-clop.
The coach turned a corner. Kids cheering, watching. Adults pointing and whispering, men in curious lust, women with secret jealousy, observing the strange creature before them. She however, was busy oberving something else. There, among the masses, moving with them, were a few robed figures, her sharp dragon-elf eyes spied.
Clip-clop. Clip-clop.
Some trouble, perhaps? She couldn't just stop this little arrival parade based on a hunch of course, but perhaps she should tell the coacher of her concerns. Or take a closer look. Or.. someone cheered for her in the backlines. Dragon-princess, they shouted, and she was about to ready another wave.
"Show us your boobs!" The young demanded then, with a lustful grin.