Lena wasn’t certain abominable snowballs ever truly tired – it’d been nearly impossible to catch Mittens sleeping. Perhaps it was simply always on guard. Regardless, it eventually ceased snapping at insects and sulked from underneath the table, glaring occasionally at Sol, who probably couldn’t return the favor in the dragon’s slumber.
Which left the Caretaker and Dragoon to partake in their own parameters.
Nodding politely to the waiter as they sauntered away with their order, she caught the initial statement made by Zavien, narrowing her eyes skeptically, but playing into the pretenses. “I thought I asked you.” Her fingers eventually wound their way to the fanciful napkin display, snagging it apart and beginning to fold it over her lap, giving her time to come up with something other than teasing. “I will give you credit for the fine dining area,” she winked in return, gaze catching more of the scenery (some imagery looked like falling petals or leaves nearby, but perhaps it was a trick or illusion caused by the light).
Taking her own deep breath, her warmth eventually settled back onto the Dragoon all over again. “Fair. Though starting the day with banshees means everything should go up, hm?” Narrowing her eyes for a moment, not maliciously, but certainly with a twinkle of amusement bordering on the fringes, she conjured another idea while they waited and prayed for no food poisoning. “All right – tell me one thing about yourself I wouldn’t already know.” Figuring she would play the game too, she leaned forward, as if to impart a furtive and covert disclosure. “Like, that time you were busy playing fetch with skeletons, I snagged a new shift.”
Which left the Caretaker and Dragoon to partake in their own parameters.
Nodding politely to the waiter as they sauntered away with their order, she caught the initial statement made by Zavien, narrowing her eyes skeptically, but playing into the pretenses. “I thought I asked you.” Her fingers eventually wound their way to the fanciful napkin display, snagging it apart and beginning to fold it over her lap, giving her time to come up with something other than teasing. “I will give you credit for the fine dining area,” she winked in return, gaze catching more of the scenery (some imagery looked like falling petals or leaves nearby, but perhaps it was a trick or illusion caused by the light).
Taking her own deep breath, her warmth eventually settled back onto the Dragoon all over again. “Fair. Though starting the day with banshees means everything should go up, hm?” Narrowing her eyes for a moment, not maliciously, but certainly with a twinkle of amusement bordering on the fringes, she conjured another idea while they waited and prayed for no food poisoning. “All right – tell me one thing about yourself I wouldn’t already know.” Figuring she would play the game too, she leaned forward, as if to impart a furtive and covert disclosure. “Like, that time you were busy playing fetch with skeletons, I snagged a new shift.”
Lena
