// think of the sun that shaped them //
Finishing up on her end as well, Lena put some finishing touches on the mask, then held it up to inspect once more. She figured if need be, she could always adjust it after putting it on, trying it out, and seeing what worked, so as Zavien put on his last portions, she placed hers on as well. She was content with the arrangement, especially the pockets within the robes, and wondered if she could make the hem more like a dress, but otherwise, grinned from underneath the disguise and veil.
“All right Mittens, make your choice!” She pronounced – barely containing her giggle and mirth as the snowball peered at them, and meandered over. Appearance wise, the companion seemed to be taking the segment of judging very seriously – stone eyes peering over each individual, gaze narrowing as it seemed to be discerning something.
In reality, it was sniffing out who had the most treats nearby – and perhaps in a strange show of surprising results – ventured towards Zavien, screeching at him (for food). “Oh, a winner!” Lena winked from her current threshold, shaking her head as her bonded’s thoughts kept coming over (essentially, getting more portions of food than the dragon). Putting on a more announcer-type voice, she cupped her hands around her mouth. “As noted, our illustrious and favored designer gets to pick the dinner! What shall it be?”
“All right Mittens, make your choice!” She pronounced – barely containing her giggle and mirth as the snowball peered at them, and meandered over. Appearance wise, the companion seemed to be taking the segment of judging very seriously – stone eyes peering over each individual, gaze narrowing as it seemed to be discerning something.
In reality, it was sniffing out who had the most treats nearby – and perhaps in a strange show of surprising results – ventured towards Zavien, screeching at him (for food). “Oh, a winner!” Lena winked from her current threshold, shaking her head as her bonded’s thoughts kept coming over (essentially, getting more portions of food than the dragon). Putting on a more announcer-type voice, she cupped her hands around her mouth. “As noted, our illustrious and favored designer gets to pick the dinner! What shall it be?”
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
