There must be some kind of misunderstanding here...
Her King will accept the gift as to not hurt her feelings, but...
"Spectrier, you know... I'm not actually your parent. You're aware of that, yes?"
I'll do my best your highness!
Let us make haste so you only I may have had the chance to enjoy the beautiful sight of my king's sleepy face!
(She will be useless!)
"It hasn't even been a minute, and you're already at it, Spectrier?"
She's spreading her toes, dangling her feet to toy with her mare a little. Not letting her properly lap them up with all that movement.
It's pretty strong, though thanks to her typing, it's almost pleasant. Herbal, grassy, yet pungent.
As expected, Calyrex has no qualms looking down on the dragon enjoying her sweaty feet.
"It's only the first breath, and you already look out of your mind."
Even though her steeds do most of the physical effort, a jockey's legs still go through quite the workout by controlling the pace of the march.
Thus, the King now finds herself in dire need of fresh air as she's just done with a stroll.
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