The Twenty Fourth Trial

[hot_mess_express]

Who: Everyone
When: Day 51, Morning
Where: Trialspace

[This evening's Trial takes place in a comfy, cosy diner; it's very #aesthetic. On the counter are platters of fresh, warm pastries, and mugs of your hot beverage of choice.]

Comments

[featherbeaned]

So? [ There's nothing wrong with a bit of squishing between friends. ]

[ ... maybe a prey creature would not enjoy being squished by a dragon ... ]

[ OH WELL. Scritches are distracting. Leans sharply into them, eyes going lidded and the faintest hint of a purr kicking up in her chest. ]

[daydreamshimmer]

So it's not really a lap to be squishing.

[Also, yes, that. She actually has context of dragons Being A Thing that Eat Ponies.]

I am also still scratching as a dragon purrs in my lap.]

[featherbeaned]

Hm. Probably not, s'true.

[ Pats Flare on the head. ]

[ ... With her highly flexible tail. Pat pat. Pat.

[daydreamshimmer]

[...listen, pony tails can be used to kind of grab things sometimes, IT'S NOT THAT WEIRD.]

And I am not fond of being squished.

I am now being petted.