DWMA Dating Raffle: Table 2 (Purple; 907624)

"I don't really mind. Surprise me." Glyndwr said, setting the menu back down on the table.

The waiter merely nodded and left, leaving them in peace. "Favorite color?" Aurora said, struggling for some sort of conversation amongst her slowing state.

Glyndwr smiled at Aurora, taking hold of her other hand. "Purple." He said. "Also, I think we could have asked for some coffee for you."

She shook her head, "Then I'd have too much energy, with the chocolate and fruit." Her smile was soft, "Mine's green. Your turn."

"Lucky number?" Glyndwr asked. "If any?"

"Fifteen," she answered back, "My birthday. Yours?"

"Nine," He answered. "It's the age I was bound to Yurio at. Your turn."

It took her a while to think of another one, her eyes closing after a bit to help aid her concentratio. Finally, she spoke, her voice steady and yet little more than a whisper."Where do you feel most alive?"

"Well... That's a difficult one. Y'know, I think most answers will involve Yurio is some way." Glyndwr said. "I would say that I feel most alive flying in the sky on Yurio's back."

She smiled, the expression tender, "I feel free, alive when I glide. It doesn't matter if I'm human or shifted. It's... so relaxing, so different. It's weightless and peaceful."

"So, I guess that there is another thing we sort of have in common. It's not exactly the same, but it's stuff in the air." Glyndwr said.

"You get to soar." She said, smiling wide, "I glide, but you can soar. Tricks, diving... I can't do those things." There was a spark in her eyes, an unfamilar glisten, "I can only dream of doing that."

"If Yurio tried doing tricks and such, then I'd fall off. I made a harness, but it's uncomfortable and frankly too small for me. Might be good for you, though." Glyndwr gave Aurora a smile as he added the last part. "What do you say?"

"Are you..." She lifted her head, smiling, "Are you offering to let me fly?"

"Yeah, that is exactly what I'm doing." Glyndwr replied, turning his smile into a grin. "So, when d'you think you'll have the time?"

She laughed, "I'm not taking classes this summer, not really. Just training." Her feet kicked under the table, "Whenever you're free."

"Well, I skip classes way more often than I should, so I'm free any time I like." Glyndwr said, with a shrug. "It may seem rotten of me, but I have a dragon to keep at bay."

She pursed her lips, "Why not talk to the Academy about rearranging your schedule?"

"The schedule that a dragon has is usually 'Feed me when I feel like it and then make sure I don't eat someone's pet chickens.'" Glyndwr said, frowning. "Basically, it's random. I try to take extra lessons when I can, though. Still not very often..."

"Where does he stay?" She asked, thinking to herself; maybe she could bring food to him between classes?

"When he isn't roaming the streets of Death City and giving old grannies heart attacks, he either stays in the training ground forests or in the garage that is attached to my house." Glyndwr said. "I'll have to show you where I live."

She grinned, "If you could keep him in the forest, I can feed him during the day." There was a nervous pause as she blushed, "And I would like that."

"I can definitely try." Glyndwr said, chuckling a bit. "Oh, by the way, he eats meat and a lot of it. He'll eat pretty much anything edible, but mostly meat."

She winced a bit, looking down, "I'm too small, right?"

"Why would you be too small?" Glyndwr asked, raising an eyebrow. "He won't eat people, if that's what you are worried about. He's smart."