Absinthe watches the male round his mistress's neck until he unfurls his wings and takes to the air... her eyes follow as he flies gracefully up to the rafters and takes a position of leisure lying along its length.
Absinthe is unsure of herself... first she raises her wings in a warning posture, then realizing he is not threatening her in any way; she lowers them and pretends to preen... making her small trilling sound as she strokes her scales with her tongue.
She looks below and sees that all the people under her care are alright... and she looks at the larger male dragon as she slowly lowers herself to lie in a similar position... facing him and able to see the room below.
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