Rose of May
Member No.: 263
Joined: June 12, 2010
Beatrix flinched away from Kuja's contact on her arm, saying nothing in response to his flattery. She wanted to get out of here - out of the place with fish and the cushy bed and servants - and back to Imperial Hall. If the battle still raged there, she might be able to kill Rosso and talk this out with Sephiroth, who was bound to ask questions.
She followed Kuja to the roof, surprised that she was to ride the magnificent reptile. She had never mounted one, though she had slain a fair few in her time as General and afterwards. She doubted it would be the same as riding a chocobo - a form that all soldiers of Alexandria were well practised in.
"I work best independently, and I am sure that you have other things to occupy yourself with. If I have need, I will return for your help," Beatrix told him, backing up a little as the dragon neared them.
It did not land with a great boom, as she had expected, but rather delicately, placing all four feet on the ground as lightly as if it were made of feathers. She eyed it slightly, offering a hand, in the way that one would to a wild animal. It did not seem at all bothered by her.
A little awkwardly, she climbed onto the broad back, settling herself just in front of the wings but behind the forelegs. She gripped it with her thighs, though it was certainly large enough that she felt stable.
"Farewell for now, Kuja," she nodded. With a deep breath, she squeezed her calves against the dragon's belly.
"Leave. For Imperial Hall," she told it. Without a second's hesitation, the dragon launched itself skyward with a strong beat of it's leathery wings carrying it up. It did not seem to need direction. In no time at all, they were above the sandstorm around the palace, and headed to Graszton.
[Beatrix --> Imperial Hall]