we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"You say that, but when there's nothing between you and the thing in the enclosure, it makes you a bit nervous," Ronin manages with a quiet laugh, though as she pats his fingers, he releases her. Still a newcomer in so many ways to this city and all it has to show him, it's hardly a surprise that Ronin - a seasoned soldier - expects threat at every turn. But there is none to be found here, it seems, and he can't stop his smile as the dragon's breath tousles his hair.
"Hopefully it'll be balanced out by the smell of you. Sugar likes you. She might think this is your dragon - though in truth I would be hard-pressed for anyone to claim ownership over something like her." His smile is softer now, and he doesn't take the opportunity for granted, to look upon a creature like this in such detail. "I want to say they can teleport, what with all the teleporting," he remarks, nudging Tobi a little more before he realises what she's said.
"You mean there are different types?"
"Hopefully it'll be balanced out by the smell of you. Sugar likes you. She might think this is your dragon - though in truth I would be hard-pressed for anyone to claim ownership over something like her." His smile is softer now, and he doesn't take the opportunity for granted, to look upon a creature like this in such detail. "I want to say they can teleport, what with all the teleporting," he remarks, nudging Tobi a little more before he realises what she's said.
"You mean there are different types?"
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
