Venus

She stared at the other mirror across from her, with what was slowly becoming an incredibly toothy grin.

"Go on, Chrysoprase of-Regal-Light. Say that again. Say that again, sweetheart." Her whip-like tail was thwipping an unsteady beat on the wooden floors. He started to back down, before Venus reached across and grabbed at his foreleg. Once again, grin toothier than ever, she hissed, "Say that again."

"You're... bad at this." Venus knocked the entire board game off the table with a single swipe of her tail. It wasn't possible at this point for her to show any more teeth than she already was, so she settled for flaring her wings out and making a quiet hissing growling sound.

"I am fantastic at this game!" she roared, as Chrysoprase dived to pick up the pieces.

"You're really not." As she breathed out a burst of smoke, he added, "Also, you're a sore loser."

The dragoness dived onto the other mirror, holding him to the floor. His claws frantically scrabbled at a couple of dice, lying just a few talon-lengths away.

"We could wrestle, to decide," Venus suggested, slamming a paw down on the dice before Chrysoprase could.

The cool-coloured mirror started hissing, stopped, and stared into her eyes glumly. Unfortunately for him, this tactic had been tried so many times that Venus had developed total immunity to it. Instead, he just mumbled, "One, sore loser. Two, you always say that." Three, you'd win every time.

"It's fun!" Venus jumped off of him, stretching all six of her limbs out. "It's- aAAUWGH!" So caught up in her thoughts of wrestling her far weaker friend, she had forgotten about the dice, and managed to trip over them.

She lay there on the floor, slightly dazed, before striking the dice away and slowly rolling onto her back.

"Alternatively, we could lie here on the floor."

"More fun," he agreed.

"Great."

"Yep."




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