[anOTP] For Temeraire: How to Make a Dragon Happy

[gardenwarlock]

The back meadow had gotten overgrown and so Klingsor has decided to take the scythe to it. Right now, he's using a bamboo rake to gather up the drying grass and weeds, prior to piling it up in a wheelbarrow and carting it off to the compost heap behind the stone shack.

He's in a good mood and he's humming as he putters along.

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[ao_ji]

Temeraire is bored. There are no battles to fight and little to do other than hunt and pester the humans. He's flying overhead when he spots a new building and a man doing a bit of gardening.

Perhaps he wouldn't mind a bit of dragon pestering?

Temeraire comes in to land, taking care not to disturb Klingsor's work too much.

[gardenwarlock]

The draft caused by the dragon's wings as well as the shadow passing over him causes Klingsor to look up curiously, then a smirk crosses his face. "Rearranging the dried grasses that I have been gathering?" he asks, in a rough jest, but it's more snark than sarcasm for once. "Good day, Master Temeraire, and to what do I owe the honor of your presence?"

[ao_ji]

Temerarie looks around and attempts to straighten the mess with talons roughly the size of a grown man's thigh.

"I apologize," he says. "I simply wished to see what you were doing. I hope I am not bothering you too much?"

[gardenwarlock]

"Bothering me? No, today my heart is light for a change," he says, thrusting the non-business end of the rake and leaning on it. "So how goes it with you, my scaly friend?"