& so it goes
"Confirmation." You reply. Though likely you should be, you do not tense or otherwise display fear at the sound of growling. Whether it is some pheromone you give off or simple luck, you've had almost no encounters with death in your life. Animals seem to simply like you, and when they don't, you have magic enough to evade their efforts to maim. You don't fault them of course; it is their nature.
Rising from where you were, bark and moss and earth falling away from you as your magic breaks its hold, you step out from behind your blind to see a woman and a pink dragon.
You note the honey suckle on her head and her brown eyes. It's impossible to tell if she's busy, though. "Are you skinny?" You ask, having no idea how such things are judged in this place.
Rising from where you were, bark and moss and earth falling away from you as your magic breaks its hold, you step out from behind your blind to see a woman and a pink dragon.
You note the honey suckle on her head and her brown eyes. It's impossible to tell if she's busy, though. "Are you skinny?" You ask, having no idea how such things are judged in this place.
