The venkat spoke softly as she held the leather clad saddle in her arms, the size of it appearing to dwarf her red and white self. Such large riding equipment seemed much too heavy for her to be holding, yet she appeared to carry it with ease, even swaying backward and forwards on the spot as the red drake gave her a skeptical look.
“You are quite sure? I’m not going into town with you on my back looking fat.” He huffed vividly, his wings unfurling slightly and ruffling in annoyance.
“Quite, Mr Lo’Drak.” Her eyes drifted to those wings as soon as he moved them, her concentration momentarily broken as she watched the strong joints shift, before she blinked and exhaled sharply, snapping back to attention. She motioned to the side of herself. “If you would wish to come here, I would be able to display as such?”
“... Alright, but if I don’t like it, we take it off.” He conceded, taking a few tentative steps forward towards her workshop. He was perfectly fine with the venkat’s tinkering and encouraged them at every turn, but she tended to get carried away now and then, so having something being placed on him just made him that much more… cautious.
“Thank you, Mr Lo’Drak.” She grinned, almost unnervingly large, before draping the saddle against the floor and getting to work on the dragon himself. The large, leathery saddle itself was slung over the base of his neck and slid back until it nearly touched his wingjoints, the nimble venkat ducking underneath him several times to adjust the fasteners. Two collar like rings hung from the reins, which, much to the red drakes distaste, were fixed around the wrists of his forelegs.
The dragon huffed. “It makes me lo-”
“You are not unsightly, Mr Lo’Drak.” She spoke as she slipped on her harness, making sure the safety strap connecting them was nice and secure. As if to prove the point once she had clipped it in place, she leant up a hand and pressed it to his wingjoint, giving it a soft squeeze meant for comfort. While this worked, the dragon quietly sighing and glancing away, the venkat seemed to have trouble moving her hand from the scaled muscle, feeling it tense and relax by small increments between her fingers… Her eyes wandered back to the saddle, the lingering hand begrudgingly following, as she nibbled a little at her lip, adjusting the fasteners to get a tight fit.
Minutes pass with the venkat facing away from him, hands wandering over his back as she got that saddle to fit snugly to him. The dragon huffed, wings twitching and ruffling on the spot as he glanced back again. “How much longer do you plan for this to take, Elsa?”
“As long as I see fit, Mr Lo’Drak.” She spoke calmly after a short pause, then to his surprise, she leant up to give that wingjoint a tiny nuzzle, brushing her furred cheek against the pebbly scale.
“One does pray tha- GACK!” The reins were suddenly tugged rather violently backwards, the collars on his feet causing them to be pulled from beneath him. The drake yelped as his chest thumped against the ground, forepaws awkwardly trapped underneath him, the dragon glancing around in a bewildered sense. His vision however was suddenly filled as the small venkat rounded in front of him, one hand to her chest and circling the fastener to her harness while the other swung back and forth gently at her side.
"Wh-what in the blazing sires ar-"
"My harness is ill fitting, Mr Lo'Drak." She spoke softly, but there was a quiver to her voice; an excitement he’d never heard from her before. Her hand moved and rubbed over the clasp on her chest, before twisting it, the whole thing slipping off her shoulders and sliding to the ground with a soft 'thud'.
"... I see." Drak's eyes didn't leave the harness as it came away, swallowing thickly as his eyes wandered back up her form to her face. She was smirking.