oblivion is the name of this abode: and she is there
Riya is a forgiving soul, and one that appreciates mischief in all forms - even when reflected back against her and her own wily ways. As such she happily swans by to nudge against his hand, bumping it up to traverse the silky scales from her nose to her brow before she must drop down to the cobblestone and fold in her wings. Incapable of flying so close with her larger body. Instead she presses up against the man's legs like a particularly giant cat, clearly seeking further pets. Anju rolls her eyes at her sister, but otherwise doesn't begrudge her the easy escape she's allowed from conversation. Lucky creature. Being human is far more of a hassle than being a dragon.
"I have met Amalia, Mildew, Remi, and Delphia - Mort's daughter," she answers easily enough, only to pause and frown slightly at how long that particular list has gotten. Anju does not readily involve herself in the lives of others, and yet here she is with quite the list of demigod cohorts. It's a strange feeling. "I just returned after awakening Delphia from a many seasons long slumber at Ludo's behest." Only giving the information when Riya exasperatedly prompts her mentally to give Noah something lest the conversation stagnate and awkwardly die. Why that is such an issue Anju still doesn't know.
"I have met Amalia, Mildew, Remi, and Delphia - Mort's daughter," she answers easily enough, only to pause and frown slightly at how long that particular list has gotten. Anju does not readily involve herself in the lives of others, and yet here she is with quite the list of demigod cohorts. It's a strange feeling. "I just returned after awakening Delphia from a many seasons long slumber at Ludo's behest." Only giving the information when Riya exasperatedly prompts her mentally to give Noah something lest the conversation stagnate and awkwardly die. Why that is such an issue Anju still doesn't know.
