<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #80BFFF">"I only bite out of love"</span></span><br/>The Norva could not help but raise a suspecting eyebrow at those words, thinking about Cornutty, may he R.I.P .. how deep was<span style="font-style: italic"> that</span>love?  But putting that aside, she just shrugged her shoulders and watched the dragon flail around - obviously not used to overalls.<br/>But at least small pain or punishments guaranteed him being less rebellious, it seemed.. so.. was this like treats? or was that counted as punishment? Her confusion about the dragon and his masochistic streaks was still not over.<br/><br/>Putting those thoughts aside, she suppressed her laughter to a small amused snort as he pouted and threw a little tantrum, just like a little kid, insisting he could fly...<br/>His moods seemed to change more often than the weather..!<br/><br/>Slightly confused, Serafima blinked a few times, as the dragon purringly leaned onto her. Was he trying to use his innate charms on<span style="font-style: italic">her</span>? This was quite a novel experience. She could not remember anyone trying to charm a Norva. Or, well,<span style="font-style: italic">surviving after trying to chat up one</span>was already a major feat.<br/>~ To think this kid dares to do what others would avoid at all costs. If I wasn't sure that he is stupid, I'd praise him for being brave...~<br/>Letting a few moments pass, studying his earnest and eager expression without a change of her contenance, she forcefully put a finger on his forehead, pushing it back, so they would separate. Then, Serafima turned to the side, as she could no longer suppress the laughter rising up in her throat, masking her guffaws with two coughs.<br/>She quickly got her expression under control and put on her hood, hiding her features, then turning back to face Snow.<br/><br/>Flicking the -more-stupid-than-brave-dragon on the forehead, she stated:<br/><span style="color: #FF4040">"Get moving-"</span>catching him, she put on his hood as well, more violent than gentle though.<br/><span style="color: #FF4040">"If you go more than a meter astray, or misbehave, you will get electrocuted." </span>she whispered a warning in a dangerous tone into Snows ear, as she put it on.<br/><br/>A magic prickle, alike static electricity was transmitted to the dragon's marks, as she tried out a punishment that was a little stronger.<br/>So far they were all harmless and the runes enabled her to use them without squandering her magic. As she had a direct link to them, the overall would not block the magic power that was already on the<span style="font-style: italic">inside</span>, and only outside was isolated, so no small currents and sparks would be shown on the overall.<br/>Inside, though, an aura of oppression would spread IF the Dragon did not follow her or tried to stray.<br/><br/>Turning around and leaving in a swift motion through the door, Serafima had no worries, that the dragon would not follow her - since the small current would get stronger the further away they got.<br/>Under her hood, her canines flashed in a grin, as she remembered his pouting face.<span style="font-style: italic"> ~ About 'proving'... lets see how it goes! ~</span>Her eyes glittered a little expectantly - but of course she did not show this expression to her captive.<br/>Picking a less visited path, they went outside her quarters and moved along past the engine rooms. Everyone seemed to be busy, and they did not get too much attention as they sped along, with the Norva giving a quite fast tempo. Anyways, the dhampirs on this level were mostly her own, so they just bowed, and went back to their duties.<br/>Her quarters were on the opposite side of the engine rooms - counted as one of the safest, besides the commanders room at the center of the ship. If bad would come to worst, there was the possibility to break to the outside through an emergency escaping gate. So she preferred it to being enclosed tightly by walls on all four sides.<br/>They walked through a mostly empty corridor, to a large elevator, that would take them without a stop to the uppermost level - where the main hangar of the ships was.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>The Battleship was designed to function with one or two hangars - the bottom one for the auto-drones or for sneak-attacking, and the top one for the piloted crafters and scouters. There were multiple different designs on different Battleshpis, but Serafima preferred this one.<br/>Of course there were laser cannons above the hangar, but it was easier to land and set off from the top.<br/>In a battle the top would be closed up, and an energy shield activated, protecting everything inside. Of course, there were spare crafts and scouters on the bottom hangar as well.<br/>As they were currently travelling at high speed, the shield on top was closed, and the mechanics were busy repairing and tuning. Smell of oil, molten metal and some gasoline wafted on Serafimas nose, as they had passed unhindered through the elevator, exciting it in peace.<br/>Now though, the top was busy and they could not avoid getting attention.<br/>Some of the vampire pilots recognized her, but they did not dare to come close. Since the day with the Blood Queen, they were both careful and hateful towards her. Brainwashed as they were, they deemed attention by a higher power as jealosy-worthy.<br/>Ignoring the stares, the Blood Huntress proceeded with confidence, but not without a warning glance towards the dragon.<br/>She wanted to get to her "Shadow" without any kind of commotion.