Roxanne Monroe
Rider || Eighteen || Female || Mentions: Lira, Mircea, Dan, Michael, Dragons, Etc
So very much was happening, that the poor girl could hardly keep up. What once was a composed woman, now lay a trembling girl. It wasn't the dragon that implemented fear in her, but the idea of fire. Oh, such a phobia she had of it! The girl couldn't even rest alongside of a measly stove fire without being reminded of the cruel one that took her home! Had there been a dragon of a different element, Roxanne wouldn't be as afraid, but fire? Fire? She couldn't bear it!
Instead, she sat there, helpless, stuck, and surrounded by dragons.
Her eyes had rested on Mircea and Mike (was it Mike? No matter, it was now). She was about to speak to them, demand help, however, she had briefly forgotten her little.. predicament. Predicament as in, she had a large dragon staring at her and he was.. tearing up? Good god, she had made her dragon cry? Could they even do such a thing? Obviously so, for one of his paws had lifted, wiping away at his eyes. She had almost felt.. bad for him. Actually, she did. Goodness, she had made a dragon cry! Was he that sensitive? What part of her words made him tear up?
"Oh." She spoke (she was never good with emotions). "Oh no, uh, I'm sorry," she began, "it isn't you, it's the fire." How was she supposed to unoffend him? Would her words only make it worse? Why her? Why, oh why did she decide to come today? If she hadn't, would this have happened? What a foolish, foolish girl she was. She hadn't wanted a dragon, simply wanted to look. As a child she had wanted one, but not now.
Pausing, she had heard him speak once more.. in her mind. It was odd. It was a voice, but the voice held emotion in it, something she didn't think she'd be able to hear. She expected him to be offended at first, angry even, but he was.. forgiving? Saddened? Deflated?
"I will never burn you."
Well, that was certainly a relief. A very large, large relief, however, not entirely. What if he accidentally set her on fire? Could she tell him to find another rider? Was it possible? What if she made him cry again. Roxanne may be cold, but was she that cruel?
Dan the dragon? She suddenly questioned him, eyes widening for a moment at the telepathy. That was his name, truly? Dan? Dan the dragon? Why Dan? There was genuine confusion in her tone. It was such a simple name. So easy. It was truly his? Pausing, she glanced at his scales, to which he pointed at.
Can you.. turn it on and off? The hotness?
It was crucial to know. Roxanne would not have herself accidentally burning herself or catching.. fire. Dan didn't seem like a dragon. No, not at all. Dan looked like a dragon, but he didn't act like she expected one to be. In truth, she relished that thought. Maybe Dan wasn't too bad. So long as he didn't burn her or anybody she cared about, she'd be fine! He was more like a.. like a large dog, given his tail wags and the way he sat. Alright, she could handle Dan. Would she touch him? Most likely not, but she didn't mind his presence in the meantime, that is, until Mircea got involved.
When he had spoken next to Dan, a chill ran down her spine. Was he mad? He was going to anger him! She couldn't have him succumb to fire..
"Sit down, you fool," she hissed at him.
Had the compass been lifted from her, she would have shoved him aside, however, she was currently trapped.
"You," she began, pointing to the man that had bothered Mircea earlier. The one she called Mike. "Stop gawking and get him to stand down. He's going to upset Dan." They were useless, the lot of them. If she didn't have the compass on her-
Hm? What was this?
Out of nowhere, an earth dragon had appeared. Then, another fire one. What was this? Who were they for? Mircea? Mike? What were the odds? Then, out of nowhere, another familiar face emerged from the crowd. This one was easier to recognize, and for a moment, she had forgotten the situation she was in.
"Barns?" She had spoken under her breath before glancing to Mircea. Hartley and Mircea were here? Of course, why wouldn't they be? After all, Mircea had told her that he wasn't alone. Given the situation she was in, it must have slipped her mind, but now? She had almost waved at him. Well, she would have, had her hands not been under the compass.
"Thank you," she mumbled to Mircea when he finally decided to come to her aid. It was about time, too. Her legs had begun to grow numb. "Oh, I'm wonderful," she added on, watching as he helped her lift the compass. However, her sarcasm had paused when he spoke once more, mentioning of not wanting to lose her again and whatnot. "Alright, alright, no need for the.. mushy stuff," she responded, shrugging him away, though within, she felt rather.. relieved? It was almost like old times, which she relished in.. Had very nearly smiled. That is, until Mircea spoke once more.
"What'd I say about the mushy stuff?" Swatting him away, she had hauled herself onto her legs, which were rather wobbly given the weight they had on them. Friends? He still considered them friends after all of that time? It wasn't something Roxanne had expected, even as Mircea had walked off.
Only for moments later to tackle Barns.
She would have followed, was tempted even, however, Dan had asked her a question, to which she turned to him. What kind of question was that? Could a bad human later be a good human?
"I.. Suppose. If the bad human apologizes or makes up for their mistakes, they can become good."
Was that good enough? Eh, it would have to do. Of course, it depended on how bad of a human someone was, but she could explain that later. Regardless, the conversation didn't last long, for moments later, Dan had offered to hold the compass in the meantime.
"Thank you." She had then noticed how pitiful the dagger looked in Dan's hand. What did dragons even like? Was she meant to get him something else? By glancing at Mircea, she had watched him hand his dragon gold. Pure gold! And she? She had offered Dan a small dagger.
"I.. I can get you another gift. Something else? Er, what do you like?" How was she meant to please a dragon?
It seemed her fear had turned into hopelessness.