Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
It was a generous offer, and a kind thought for the sorely neglected region. Maea's smile was grateful as she inclined her head to the hunter. "Thank you, Sah. Anyone you recommend will likely be a great asset to any region; I'll do my best to ensure the place they come to won't disappoint." There would be time to meet and visit and get to know new faces in times to come – provided they all survived the trials ahead.
Sobering at the memory of people she had lost to the white dragons, she hummed in acknowledgement. "Perhaps we should be grateful then, that they don't mix. I don't know that the white ones need the temper that black seem to have. Better they stay reclusive." Beautiful and aweinspiring though they may be, dragons in general were better admired from a distance.
"Is that all you need to do with these?" she wondered, turning her attention back to the pendants. "I don't mean to rush you, but if there's one dragon around, there may be more..." And it would be wise to relocate before anyone had a close encounter they'd come to regret.
Sobering at the memory of people she had lost to the white dragons, she hummed in acknowledgement. "Perhaps we should be grateful then, that they don't mix. I don't know that the white ones need the temper that black seem to have. Better they stay reclusive." Beautiful and aweinspiring though they may be, dragons in general were better admired from a distance.
"Is that all you need to do with these?" she wondered, turning her attention back to the pendants. "I don't mean to rush you, but if there's one dragon around, there may be more..." And it would be wise to relocate before anyone had a close encounter they'd come to regret.
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
