Day 7!Username + UID: SylphTheDragon + 1097719
Prompt:
“Hey.”
Paloma snapped her head up from where she’d been watching the water ripple across the surface of the pond, too wrapped up in her own thoughts to have noticed the approaching pawsteps.
She unintentionally made eye contact for a brief moment, then looked away again, avoiding the weight of her friend’s concerned stare. “Oh, um—” she cleared her throat quickly, along with it the thoughts that had been swirling around her head like dishwater down a drain. “Hey. Shouldn’t you be at the party?”
“I should say the same.”
The brown-furred dragon fell quiet, her eyes searching the pond below like its glassy surface held all the answers of the universe. “I just needed some air.”
She could practically feel the deadpan her friend was leveling at her side. “The party's outdoors.”
“You know what I mean!” she groaned, then straightened up a bit in an attempt to recompose herself. She fixed a small mask-like smile on her snout, her external attitude swinging a complete 180; enough to give anyone who wasn’t familiar enough with her whiplash. “Anyways, we should get back. Don’t want to miss cake! I hear that it’s red velvet, with
five layers! Did you know that red velvet cake is really just chocolate with-“
“Paloma.”
The dragon in question stopped rambling, the tone of her friend’s voice enough to give her pause.
“This is about Nerak, isn’t it?”
Her lack of a response was enough of an answer.
Her friend breathed out a low sigh. Nerak, the teal-furred classic high school mean girl had somehow decided that Paloma’s existence was a detriment to her own, and had taken to picking on her throughout the entire Valentine’s Day party. She knew that Paloma didn’t easily let this sort of lowdown belittling get to her, and therefore hadn’t thought much of it before, but maybe it had affected her more than she let on.
“You know that her opinion doesn’t mean anything, right? She’s just trying to get under your skin.”
“I know that!” Paloma huffed, sounding almost insulted that she would suggest her ever falling for the bully’s cheap tricks. “It’s just… she’s not necessarily wrong, either.”
Her friend’s eyes sharpened, but her gentle smile never wavered. “About what?”
“Nothing, never mind! Let’s just go.”
The blue-furred dragon forced herself to relax, deciding that pushing wasn’t going to get them anywhere. If Paloma didn’t want to talk, then all of the force in the world wouldn’t get her to talk. “I can ask Valentina to kick her out, if you want.”
Paloma rolled her eyes in feigned annoyance, but she could see a smile tugging at her lips as she fought to keep it down. “I can handle her. It’s fine.”
“Is it, though?”
She held strong against the firm look that was sent her way as the brown-furred dragon drew herself to her feet, already turning to head back towards where the main party was taking place. “Yes. It
is.”
As she moved to follow her, tail feathers rustling the wet grass that stood guard by the waterbed, she couldn’t help but wonder just which of them Paloma was trying to convince.
•~~~~~~•
“Thank you to everyone who came to this year’s Valentine’s Party! It has been such an honor hosting this with all of you, and I would love to…”
Paloma couldn’t help it. She started tuning the bubbly cadence of Valentina’s voice out as she gave her toast to the party full of dragons, unable to focus on much else other than the pompous gold-adorned, makeup-slathered, jewel-embedded dragon seated a few chairs down from her right. The bully was casually sipping from a bubbling pink drink, only half-attentively eyeing their party host as she gave her speech.
There was a mess of unnameable emotions balled up somewhere in her chest, she thought, but she had no desire to unravel them right here, right now, or ever, for that matter, and it only grew every time Nerak spewed her thinly veiled insults and harsh criticisms.
But again; another day, another time.
For now though, she was more interested in the way her bully was twitching like a cat with fleas in its fur.
…Which turned out to be far more apt a description than she realized when she spotted several small black creatures crawling throughout the fur of her nape, emerging from the blue feathers in her boa.
A moment later the bully leapt from her chair with a shriek like her tail was on fire, her glass shattering against the pavement and drawing all the attention in the (metaphorical) room to her.
Her limbs flailed in a desperate sort of dance, a few of the spiders inhabiting her fur flying into the air and landing on some of the dragons closest to her, of whom also jumped up with identical screams.
“GET IT OFF, GET IT
OFF!”
And like the cherry to top the sundae, lo and behold, on her front was a gecko, dripping with pink fizz and clinging to her fur as it tried to catch some of the closest spiders. Its hunt led it upwards, closer and closer to her face despite her best efforts to shake it.
“DO SOMETHING!” She yelled, but no one seemed willing to get close enough to help.
Soon enough the gecko reached her face, and she could do nothing but shriek as it perched on her snout, almost teasingly.
Paloma could swear she saw it stick its tongue out at her.
Then she was drenched with a sudden spray of water, and all of the spiders were rinsed away. A good five feet away, a dragon was holding a hose.
Paloma whipped her head around until her eyes landed on a familiar blue-furred dragon. “You,” She hissed accusingly.
Her friend simply fluttered golden lashes at her, the picture of innocence. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“How…?” She gaped, at a loss for words. “How did you even?”
The blue-furred dragon just shrugged, a smug smile creeping over her snout despite herself. “Oh, I have my ways.”
Writer’s Note: No spiders or geckos were harmed in the making of this. Also “Nerak” is “Karen” spelled backwards :3