Sleeping Dragon Trials by Fire

There they are, running for their lives. The manic laughter that he can hardly contain bubbles up I the pit of his gut. He finds the situation mildly inappropriate to laugh so hard he’ll cough up a lung so he suppresses it long enough to let it out at an opportune time. Though seeing as they’re dodging lava rocks and jumping over the rivets the quakes cause, he doesn’t see the opportune time coming anytime soon. 

Finally when they reach the bottom he lets out a sigh. His diaphragm raises and falls rapidly as he takes in much needed oxygen. His tongue lols out of his maw, over large sharp teeth and his breath comes out in plumes if mist. 

His white eyes meet the females own, the previously fear rattled expression now one of reassured bliss at having made it out of the situation alive. The stone she carries falls to the ground and the giggles that begin to leave her make an absolutely devious smile strike his maw. Her giggles turn into hardy laughter and boy is it contagious.

His own laugh finally bubbles up from where he refused to let it out earlier and next thing he knows is that is belly is rocking with a satisfying bout of booming laughter.  He chuckles extra hard when the female mentions the act being the dumbest, craziest thing she’s ever done. He definitely has her beat at that then. She nuzzles his neck and even that doesn’t have his laugh dying. He cranes his head over hers in a sort of hug and nudges her back his his own large head. 

“Was it now?! Then if you stay with me more often that won’t be the craziest thing you’ve done.” He boasts pulling back to look at her. “You have no idea the amount of crazy shit I’ve done, cariña!” He laughs shaking his head.