{SEASONAL THREAD} Kindness of Strangers

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving The relief was evident on Ronin's face as he approached and the newcomer came properly into view, the guildmaster offering a lopsided smile and watching as he leant down before the dragonling. Sugar was unapologetic, of course, letting out a trill of greeting and bounding forward on pale claws to investigate the proferred seeds. She shoved her nose unceremoniously into his hands, sniffing about before deciding that these snacks were not the meaty and moving kind, chirping at him expectantly. Friends gave snacks. It was what she had been taught. "Rude," Ronin muttered with a smirk to the serpent, glancing back to the stranger and arching an eyebrow. "Oh, don't tell her that. Her head will get too big and she'll not be able to fly!" He chuckled, though it seemed in most stories that dragons were the stuff of legends. In most stories, though, they probably weren't quite so pocket-sized. "A clutch of eggs were at the bottom of the Oasis. During Deepfrost the ice shifted and released them to the top. All but her egg was ruined, but she hatched and we've been together since. Her name is Sugar - she'll probably want a ride on your shoulder, as long as you've got sufficient bribes. I'm Ronin, by the way - sorry about your seeds."