Moonspear and the dogs again, again —

Drogon’s ears cup forth and swivel to the side when she inquires as to what ‘ruhtinatar’ means and for a moment he offers her a beguiling smirk but little else, savoring the moment of secrecy for a few seconds; but in the end he decided not to keep it. “Ruhtinatar means princess in Tundrian.” Drogon explains with a brisk rise and fall of his shoulders in a simple shrug. “Maybe,” The Ansbjørn replies when she speaks that if she believes in herself it might help to make her more convincing. “It’s not a show though. At the end of the day if you don’t have the skill or practice to back it up you’re going to lose. I mean, sometimes you could get lucky but if you’re in a real fight you do not want to rely upon luck.” For Lady Luck is a fickle temptress and her favor is not easily held. Not when he believes she has the temperament of the sea and is just as flighty.

Drogon braces himself for her attack and notes that she spends far too long thinking about what she wants to do. In a real fight …or even a spar she was not going to have the luxury of time to contemplate things and Drogon knows he’s going to have to break her of that awful habit as soon as possible. “Don’t think about it. Don’t analyze it. In a real fight and even a spar you won’t have time to think. Thinking will get you killed or lose you the spar. Trust your instincts. Listen to them and for fuck’s sake don’t hesitate. Just attack Vela!” He barks in a rough command like an impatient drill sergeant. Though she’s kind of annoying to him with her posh, uppity, ‘the world owes me everything because my daddy’s king of the mountain’, Drogon kind of likes her ( they say opposites attract, after all ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ) and at the very least admits that it would be a shame for something to happen to her.

Vela charges for him, favoring her left shoulder he thinks seconds before she rams it against his legs. He snarls out a colorful explicit in tundrian, a pained growl following as he crumbles down, belly to the ground. The point of collision smarts but Drogon ignores it in favor of attempting to snatch her own legs out from under her by hooking a paw around one of them and giving it a tug to pull her down to his level though he is not immediately sure whether he will be successful or not.