[se] a break in the weather

WESSEX

Neither Loki nor Wessex have seen a chameleon before, the former a tad rebuffed by the puffing and the hissing, but only because she doesn’t quite understand that to this thing that looks like her, she is still a predator. The dragonling pauses in her investigation and takes a tentative step back, wings tucking against her sides as she snorts and opens her own mouth in response as if to say what the fuck?

Wessex can’t see what’s going on, but when the man tells something to calm down before being made into a snack, she assumes the lizard is his and responds amicably, “Oh Loki won’t eat yours. I think she thinks it’s a… wingless version of her?” She chuckles, but nonetheless keeps an eye on the two companions.

Just in case.

No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all