I think I can manage being collateral damage
"Ahem." Ever tuts mildly as the dragonling finds her way onto his shoulder, greedily aiming for the piece of meat he'd been saving as a proper bargaining chip. "Manners." He reminds the little creature, and as he holds out the meat for her to take, mindful of keeping his fingers back a safe distance, he slyly palms the ring with his free hand and slips it into his pocket.
Walking toward Koa either with or without a draconic pauldron, the aviator tips him a wink to silently communicate that all had gone according to plan, which, no it hasn't you boob, but of course Everest doesn't know that.
"How are things in the Celestine, Lena?" The aviator asks conversationally, having never really had the opportunity to speak with the caretaker unless it was just before or after their regular council meetings of which she no longer attended.
Walking toward Koa either with or without a draconic pauldron, the aviator tips him a wink to silently communicate that all had gone according to plan, which, no it hasn't you boob, but of course Everest doesn't know that.
"How are things in the Celestine, Lena?" The aviator asks conversationally, having never really had the opportunity to speak with the caretaker unless it was just before or after their regular council meetings of which she no longer attended.
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