the baffled king composing hallelujah
Whether or not Sugar had met other dragons before, now there was one in her territory and she was unhappy at best. A blast of ice would crystallise the patch of ground where Pim had just stepped, and a small, white dragon screeched her irritation from where she was perched up in the rafters.
Ronin could feel her annoyance, and was already sending down waves of no big deal in his mind as he followed Remi's call downstairs. Aoife was cuddled against his chest, trying to paw at his stubble and giggling when he pretended to eat her fingers. Snack time was over, though, and he deposited the girl on the floor when they reached it - she promptly commandeered his fingers in her chubby hands so he could 'walk' her where she wanted to go.
"Hey, Phoebe," he greeted. "That's a lot of blankets. What's up?"
Ronin could feel her annoyance, and was already sending down waves of no big deal in his mind as he followed Remi's call downstairs. Aoife was cuddled against his chest, trying to paw at his stubble and giggling when he pretended to eat her fingers. Snack time was over, though, and he deposited the girl on the floor when they reached it - she promptly commandeered his fingers in her chubby hands so he could 'walk' her where she wanted to go.
"Hey, Phoebe," he greeted. "That's a lot of blankets. What's up?"
