You're so cold
but you feel alive
"A dragon!?" Maea blurted, clearly very much not fine with this information. Pale eyes widened, then narrowed dangerously as she stared down at him, hands still gentle on him but not quite as focused on their teasing game anymore. "Whose summoned dragon would that be?"
But she already had a decent idea. She had seen one of those before. Had been carried in its claws out of a squirrel-infested labyrinth, and quite learned to love the sensation of flying from that. And if her previous discussion with the mage who brought it out had settled her precious grievance with him, then this would be a whole other bag of magna to open up.
Her focus turned solely on Sunjata now, there was a slight slacking of the ropes that bound him. Not enough that they fell off, but... allowing a great deal more wiggle room than before.
But she already had a decent idea. She had seen one of those before. Had been carried in its claws out of a squirrel-infested labyrinth, and quite learned to love the sensation of flying from that. And if her previous discussion with the mage who brought it out had settled her precious grievance with him, then this would be a whole other bag of magna to open up.
Her focus turned solely on Sunjata now, there was a slight slacking of the ropes that bound him. Not enough that they fell off, but... allowing a great deal more wiggle room than before.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
