In my brightest reverie I can see her walking next to me
I feel her breath upon my cheek, speaking gentle words to tame the beast
I feel her breath upon my cheek, speaking gentle words to tame the beast
Riya takes clear encouragement from the young woman's delight, her overlarge body wriggling like an excited dog's as she thrusts her scaly snout between the book and the woman's arm, hoping to force it atop her head for scratches and pets. Anju meanwhile crosses her arms, the recipe book laughably out of place as she frowns down at her sister - badly hiding the discomfort on her face, embarrassed as always by her companion's far more sociable nature. "If you give her even a moment of attention, it will be more than a brief distraction. She is incorrigible." The monotone bluntness of her words is laughably underscored by Riya's pleased trill, clearly confirming the accusation.
Sighing, the Dragoon shifts uncomfortably for a moment, reluctant to curse the poor young girl with her...her-ness. "It is her way of forcing me to socialize. She insists it's good for my health." Something Anju blatantly disagrees with considering it always gives her a stomach ache. Tilting her chin in a militaristic fashion, her arms flex with thick muscle as she uncrosses them to place her solitary book on the table. "I am Anju. This is Riya."
Sighing, the Dragoon shifts uncomfortably for a moment, reluctant to curse the poor young girl with her...her-ness. "It is her way of forcing me to socialize. She insists it's good for my health." Something Anju blatantly disagrees with considering it always gives her a stomach ache. Tilting her chin in a militaristic fashion, her arms flex with thick muscle as she uncrosses them to place her solitary book on the table. "I am Anju. This is Riya."
Anju
