Nimue's face went scarlet and an impish grin spread across her face at his words to "Serve under him." but she said nothing for his intent was such that she knew he was not going to take her anywhere with him. Her hopes of finding romance, and adventure were slowing crumbling like the tea biscuits Hilda made. She silently petted the stallion's nose as he singlemindedly crunched the carrots. A puff of smoke drifted across the clearing and Nimue looked up to find Layla waddling up from the cave.<br/><br/>"Layla! I told you to stay put." Nimue whirled from the dragon to the Knight. "Do not fear the dragon, Sir Maric. She fancies your stallion, I think for a mate, even though I explained to her that he is not a dragon. He is a comely beast and she has seen no other animal as large. It is a horrid thing to be a female without a suitable man to claim you for a mate, whether you are a human or an animal. Poor Layla, I fear she is lonely."<br/><br/>Without so much as a by your leave, the golden scaled dragon happily made her way to the stallion, touching noses with him and wreathing him in smoke.<br/><br/>Nimue grinned broadly.<br/><br/>"It i kind of sweet, you know."