a ship is safe in harbor
but that's not what ships are for
but that's not what ships are for
Nodding along, unbothered by the task ahead and having never afforded glamor anyway, she hummed softly as they began to stroll. Mittens remained hovering over her shoulder, either tempted to hiss at the dragons or stay sulking; Lena preferred the latter, given its antics for when it got upset – which was frequent in the mercurial platitudes.
The gourd variant was enough to keep her mind occupied anyway. “I haven’t seen any myself, but from what I’ve heard, they hover and can conjure illusions. You have to be fairly close for the tricks to take hold, but still, could be a cause for concern.” Especially if any less-than-observant bystanders happened to be in the mix.
The gourd variant was enough to keep her mind occupied anyway. “I haven’t seen any myself, but from what I’ve heard, they hover and can conjure illusions. You have to be fairly close for the tricks to take hold, but still, could be a cause for concern.” Especially if any less-than-observant bystanders happened to be in the mix.
Lena
