Something something really bad day

There was a curt knock on the door. At the first he didn’t quite hear as his work required some focus. As it was, trying to describe the courtship of some quasi unknown lady by some quasi unknown lord and trying to make that sound exciting in verse is not an easy task at times. Especially when the nobles in question just owned a small cluster of villages whose prime export was various kinds of root vegetables.

He was currently stuck trying to come up with a flowery verse about the lady’s turnips without it sounding bawdy when he heard the knock once more.

As he walked to the front door he wondered who it might be, because he most assuredly didn’t not expect anyone, his ‘muse’ and part-time mistress was away on a trip for at least a week if not more and he really hoped it wasn’t his patron or anyone related to him because then he’d have a really hard time.

He cast a glance at the large mechanical timepiece he had installed in the living room, just short of midday. So he really had no idea who it might be.

There was a third knock on the door, this one still curt but noticeably firmer in tone.

“Yes yes, I’m coming,” he said loudly as he approached the door, “How can I help yooouuuuuu…”

It took all his willpower not to actually slam the door shut in a blind panic so instead he did the next best thing. He stared. Like a deer that had suddenly noticed the hunter and the arrow pointing right at him..

A tail, the first thing he noticed was a tail, a rather distinct and scaly tail swishing to the side, and then the hands with scales that first ran up to almost her elbow and then continued in a mottled pattern up along the rest of her arms to her shoulders. The fingers on her hands ended with rather sharp looking nails. Not talons thankfully.

He glanced downwards, she was actually wearing a shoes, not travellers shoes but shoes regardless, she was also wearing a dress that showed enough cleavage that in usual circumstances he would’ve enjoyed but these were far from usual circumstances.

The scale pattern crept up the sides of her neck and along the sides of her face. A face framed by straight hair the color of burnt copper and with a pair of amber coloured eyes that was now doing what could best be described as boring into him amusedly.

The less terrified side of him would’ve almost commented on the lack of wings but was being overruled.

She was a dragon. Not a demon blood or a lizardkin. An actual bloody dragon.

What she said next made it really hard not to slam the front door shut and hide under the bed.

“Ah there you are darling, I’ve been looking all over for you.”

So he did the next best thing he could think of, he invited her in.