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 is clearly pleased as Sohalia puts her book down to better focus on the petting and scratching that she demands. It's a miracle she can get her arm around the dragon at all to present it for a shake - not that Riya doesn't try and prevent it, the little attention sap that she is. Or perhaps it is reverse psychology, as Anju reaches to take Sohalia's hand (gently, because the girl looks rather...breakable) if only to keep it from attending to the needy dragon.
"A noble cause. Stormbreak is full of only Accepted and Attuned - we once revered ourselves as closest to the gods, and the most knowledgeable of them. There are plenty of books filled with personal accounts of meeting the heralds here." They would be found in the handwritten section, so if it piqued Sohalia's interest she would have a starting point.
Glancing down at her own book, Anju grimaces slightly. "Ludo gave me a quest. I brought it taffy as a token, and it asked for me to hand-make some for when I return. The shopkeeper would not tell me their recipe, so I am writing down the one I found." Unaware of how difficult she makes further conversation with her simplistic answers, Anju merely turns her eyes back to Sohalia and her purring sister-companion, at a loss as to how to regain control of a creature she has never really had control of her entire life.
"A noble cause. Stormbreak is full of only Accepted and Attuned - we once revered ourselves as closest to the gods, and the most knowledgeable of them. There are plenty of books filled with personal accounts of meeting the heralds here." They would be found in the handwritten section, so if it piqued Sohalia's interest she would have a starting point.
Glancing down at her own book, Anju grimaces slightly. "Ludo gave me a quest. I brought it taffy as a token, and it asked for me to hand-make some for when I return. The shopkeeper would not tell me their recipe, so I am writing down the one I found." Unaware of how difficult she makes further conversation with her simplistic answers, Anju merely turns her eyes back to Sohalia and her purring sister-companion, at a loss as to how to regain control of a creature she has never really had control of her entire life.
Anju
