Before the Show
This in an excerpt from the full story; hence why it's so small, here. Could use a general critique if you happen to have any. I'm just getting back into writing.
This is an excerpt from a scene I'm working on. Here, Miramel is getting ready to perform for an audience, as part of an agreement so the people she's with can get to talk with the king.
This is setting up for a scene inspired by the Opera house scene in Final Fantasy 6 (or 3, if you're in the U.S.)
I was finally inspired to continue my main story, and this is part of the result.
A look of "You have got to be kidding me!" flashed across Miramel's face as the man handed her the outfit.
Laughing, he noted "The king has personally requested that you wear this during your performance. It would not be wise to disobey him. You dragons like wisdom, right?" To say that Miramel wanted to belt him across the face would be an understatement. In all the time that she'd been with him, he had been rude, arrogant and prejudiced but, only towards her. She very nearly choked him with her whip. But, the dragoness managed to keep herself pleasant, if only on the outside. Finally, the man left.
She put the outfit on slowly. The process was quite awkward due to her wings and tail. After some work, she managed to get it on. Hearing footsteps behind her, she turned to see Lavik coming in. He stopped right beside her and almost said something when he noticed her outfit.
Miramel quickly pulled the bikini up, covering as much of her chest as she could make it. "I don't mind wearing no clothes at all but... this thing," she pointed out her bikini and began a thick tone of disgust. â€makes me... uncomfortable.†Placing a finger right on Lavik's heart, she easily pushed the dragon up against the wall, her temper quickly being lost. "The only reason I'm doing this is to help you get in touch with the king. NOTHING ELSE!"
If Lavik was distracted before, that was no longer the case. The sounds of an audience getting getting restless would have washed over the room, if it wasn't for Lavik's risen heart beat. He said nothing. He couldn't say anything. Whatever he attempted got stuck in his throat, and he feared, if it did manage to squeak out, it would fall on deaf ears, or worse. He just stood there, breathing, not even daring to think about moving.
Suddenly, Miramel whirled around and walked towards the arena. She stopped in the doorway; her mottled green and red scales shining brilliantly in the golden light. She took a deep breath, collecting herself into the practiced courtly lady, and entered.
Lavik still didn't dare to move until he felt a familiar, friendly hand on his shoulder. Coming to his senses, he glanced at Murtagh. He finally spoke. "There are a few things in this world that legitimately scare me. She's one of them. But, I'm very glad she's on our side."
"She's a ticking time-bomb but, a very beautiful one" Murtagh's sword rustled in it's sheath. "I think we should go watch; what do you say?: Lavik nodded in reply.