Yumi jumped faintly, hearing the thunder. "Oh... he's at it again..." she yawned, and glanced over at her clock. It held a sapphire geode behind the clockface, something that her brother had made for her when she was little. She stood up, opened the window, and hummed a soft tune.
Upon her call, the snake-scaled dragon made his presence known with a roar deeper, but identical to her tune... it was more like the sound of a flute, rather than a hum or roar.
Mimodae stood beside Ejherli quietly, standing on his hind legs and placing his nose against the Yumi's face to greet her, and to have his fangs stroked.
"Open your mouth, Mimodae." she said, putting some sort of gel on a large tooth brush. "Big, frightening dragons don't have plaque, or corpse breath."
"I understand, Killer." he chuckled. The dragon opened his mouth to reveal hundreds of arm-lengthed fangs. He liked the gel she used. It was a home-made substance, tasting of iron, but of something else that was sweet. He was always guessing it.
She took the brush and began to scrub each and every tooth. When she was done with his front teeth, she practically crawled into his mouth to scrub the others in the back. "Oy, you've been eating frost trolls again, you silly thing..." her voice echoed as she spoke.
"Sorry..." he tried not to close his mouth when talking.
Itami tilted his head. "Apparently, Ejherli is awake." he said, curling his tail again. "We can walk, if you'd like, little one." He glanced towards the direction of his master. He could hear the clanking of metal against metal. "He and Ludwig are fencing again."
