Valia: It was then at that moment she realized that with this ally, she could rule the world. In a flurry of wings and the flash of scales, her conquest would be uncontested. Nations would bow down to the Empress. Her reign would be eternal. The night would last forever! Except for some sunshine on weekends and Thursday morning, and maybe the occasional Wednesday. Then all would-- Wait...wrong script!

(shuffles pages around)

Oh yes, here is it. Let's try that again.

Valia: The two dragons snuggled up in their lounge, a good book between them. They enjoyed the warmth each other's bodies provided, taking comfort in the refuge of pleasant company. The blue dragoness looked back at the book, eyes tracing lines on the page about the heroine's mighty sword being created.

Jarren: You know, this has me thinking. If a blacksmith made counterfeit swords, would they be forgeries?

Valia: (with a glare) Really? A pun? Right now at the climax of the story?

Jarren: What are you going to do? Put me in the pungeon?

Valia: ...

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A fun raffle prize from  raineerizu Thank you for your hard work! Much like a certain similar piece in my gallery, this piece was completed much earlier and originally just a fun scene, but like that other piece, this one commemorates a special occasion. In this case, the one-year anniversary of when Jarren and I becoming mates publicly. I wonder if I could have ever imagined at that moment how many bad puns were waiting in my future?

Fun fact: one of those was a real pun he has said to me before >.<