"You'll be sorry! You will be sorry you ever even SAW me!" She screeched.
"I bet..." chuckled the thief. He was about to turn his chance enounter with the dyer into something far worse than intended.
Until the sound behind him alerted him to motion. The woods were light, but dappled with evening scattered light so everything was very confusing.
There was nothing confusing about what happened next. Scoeith tore through the top layer of the canopy and dropped to the road below, and bellowed loudly. The thief emptied his bladder.
"Awwwugh," Miranda groaned as she realized that in his panic to run away from her beautiful weyrling, he'd managed to get his smell all over her. "This'll never come out."
I suppose you will have to make a new dress, then!
"I suppose I will!" Miranda looked up at Scoeith happily. "I told him he'd be sorry!"
A wonderful thing would be for you to afford me a fine fish. I like those fish. Remember?
Miranda rolled her eyes. "Those fish smell, and not in a good way."
But you humans usually cook your food, and that fish is raw! That is what makes it good!
"Oh, Scoeith, it's just vile. How can you want something that hasn't..."
It was the dragon's turn to roll his own eyes. I am a dragon, I do not like burnt food. I like it raw. Bloody! Yes!
"Eew," Miranda laughed. "Well, I suppose. They'll have to cut the fish bigger for you, though. I'm not feeding you those teensy little bits they sell at the ... what is it they call that place?"
The sushi bar.
"The sushi bar... ick. And they just wrap it in seaweed! How gross is that?"
"It's delicious," commented one man, a rider by his jacket, "it's a difficult dish to master, but it's worth it."
"You're not a cook," Miranda said.
"Neither are you, so don't knock it. Your dragon's right. Sushi is all the rage." Ash'r got a gleam in his eye but before he could say anything more, his plump pale wife and his beautiful red-headed daughter came along to stop him.
Well? Get me that fish!