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Saffron took Erbrow's grunt as a yes and headed to the pool to wash her hands. The bloody bits curled off her and she nearly threw up in the pool. If she had gotten the pool dirty the night before, the water would be permanently disgusting now. She hoped Erbrow wouldn't kill her because of it...

Saffron turned away as Erbrow began removing the scales. Why did revenge involve so many dead animals? This was absolutely disgusting. At least Erbrow had found her pseudo-dragon heart acceptable. She never wanted to touch anything like that again. She reached up to push a strand of hair out...

A fish? Simple enough, but now Saffron had to figure out what he meant by it. And that meant frustration. "Fish. Hmm. Are we gonna eat fish tonight or somethin'?" Saffron mused. That didn't seem right. "Why'd ye do that? We have food." Saffron peered into the bucket that Erbrow had set down...

Saffron looked up as Erbrow came into the cave. He ignored her, but Saffron, who had finished sewing the bear hearts, wouldn't let him completely ignore her. "I got the heart," she pinched the heart between the tips of her fingers so as to touch it as little as possible. "What's that ye has?"...

~~~ Squish. Squish. Saffron tried not to gag as her needle went in and out of the two bear hearts she was sewing together. She didn't know what a dragon heart looked like- she had never seen Fellen's goods herself and only knew what he sold by word of mouth- but this lump of... whatever hearts...

Saffron glanced over at Erbrow. Yay. He had seen her fall over the fence. Her past experiences reminded her that it could be worse, but still. She tried a sarcastic approach in an attempt to salvage her dignity. "Aye, I was known for me jumpin' skills back in the village," she said. A yawn...

Saffron left the goat pen and opened the shed. She was greeted with large sacks of goat-feed and a few more buckets. She filled a bucket with feed and shut the shed door behind her, cautious of the billy goat. She slipped back into the pen to feed the goats and was immediately accosted by the...

"I'll feed yer animals," offered Saffron. After all the trouble she had caused Erbrow, it felt good to do something useful. She stifled a yawn. Even if she could help, she wouldn't work forever. How long could dragons go without sleep, she wondered. "But after that, if ye don't mind, I'd like...

Alright then. That took care of that. Erbrow seemed like the type of person, er, dragon to have supplies of all sorts everywhere, so Saffron didn't worry about a needle or thread yet. He surely could provide that when it was needed. "That's lovely. Is there anythin' else ye want me to do?"

Maybe she should just keep her mouth shut in the future. Erbrow's response to her suggestion had been mild enough, but his body language told a different story. "Alrighty," she mumbled, embarrassed. "Ye take care o' that. I'll sew the bear hearts." She shivered at the thought of touching a...

"Ye want me to sew two bear hearts together?" That was... unsettling. But she must steel herself against such things if she was to have her revenge. "I can do that. What 'bout the scales? Should we paint pieces of tree bark or somthin'?"

Saffron nodded. "'E's a trader in dragon parts. Sells all sorts o' stuff. Mosely dragon scales, but also claws, teeth, hearts. If we can co'vince 'is contacts the parts 'e sells is fake, they wouldna trade with 'im no more."

Saffron had to hide her surprise when Erbrow stuck his arms in the fire. It looked extremely unnatural, but when Saffron reminded herself that this was a dragon in a human form and not an actual human, it made sense and was a little less disconcerting. She had wiped her face and arms with a...

"A goat?" Saffron asked, surprised. "Aye, I can milk a goat." Was Erbrow going to make her his slave or something? She had seen his goats, was he not able to milk them himself?

(it's a tuber, isn't it? looks up if potatoes are vegetables alright then. it is a veggie. facepalm) Saffron took the hunk of meat. She was too hungry to care whether there were plates or not. She bit into the meat. It was delicious. The two of them sat in silence for a while, the only sound...

A goat or a sheep? If she wasn't so scared of Erbrow, Saffron would have lashed out at him for that. No more than a goat or a sheep, ha! She entered the room that he had gestured at and surveyed the vegetable options. She saw a few tempting potatoes, but she couldn't eat them raw, so she left...

Aaaaand, he still wasn't leaving. Fantastic. Saffron dug into the chest with the damp blanket hung over her back. Finding nothing for women, she tied a scarf around her chest for support and settled to cover the rest of her with a loose shirt and trousers. She had never worn men's clothing...

Alright then. He seemed intent on waiting for her. She would just have to deal with it. She reluctantly leaned out of the water, her cheeks burning, and clutched the thin blanket. She held it in front of her like a shield as she stepped out of the water, wrapping it around her once she emerged...

Saffron supposed that made sense. At least Erbrow didn't seem angry. He simply seemed interested in how humans worked. She felt almost like an animal being observed by a scientist. "Clothes, if yer gonna take my dress," she said, eyeing her balled up clothing in Erbrow's hands. "Other than...

Saffron jumped when Erbrow came in. She had been waiting, but she hunched over when he strode in. Her hair did not seem as modest as it had when she was alone. "I have nothin' to dry on," she said angrily. "Did ye expect me to come in drippin' wet?"