some nights feel like every night
Falke has the opposite problem (and it’s not a problem, really) of Anju - he has peripheral involvement with the Dragoons but only ventures out to the Dragon’s Nest once a month to do a cursory mental health check. Dr. Hart takes care of the injuries and the burns - more or less - and is far more familiar with the individual soldiers than he is.
Still, the dragon companion and her own confident, sharp rebuke gives the woman away. He’s a little surprised to see her here, but in a positive, curious way. Fee is elsewhere - which might be best given her reaction to the Artificer’s dragon - so he doesn’t have to worry about her screeching and running all over the place. He doesn’t mind, but others might.
“She’d be the most beautiful gargoyle. We could mount a plaque. Honor her for lifting the gloom and solemnity on such a place.” With an impish grin and a glint in his eye, Falke wanders into the light of the courtyard, playing along easily with the Dragoon’s threat to her rambunctious companion.
Still, the dragon companion and her own confident, sharp rebuke gives the woman away. He’s a little surprised to see her here, but in a positive, curious way. Fee is elsewhere - which might be best given her reaction to the Artificer’s dragon - so he doesn’t have to worry about her screeching and running all over the place. He doesn’t mind, but others might.
“She’d be the most beautiful gargoyle. We could mount a plaque. Honor her for lifting the gloom and solemnity on such a place.” With an impish grin and a glint in his eye, Falke wanders into the light of the courtyard, playing along easily with the Dragoon’s threat to her rambunctious companion.
this one feels brand new
got good things on my mind when I'm with you
FALKE
