Paige
Her shoulders lift in a small shrug, clearly not too worried about being mistaken for Seren. There were worse things than that. "It's okay." Paige replies easily, setting down her bundle of branches in her ever growing pile, bottom lip drawing between her teeth as Wessex approaches. Her attention is quickly stolen by the dragon, eyes widening as Loki spirals and trills, putting on a show before she lands at Wessex's feet. A soft sound of awe pushes past her lips and she bounces on her toes, clearly eager to approach, but knowing better than to rush a dragon. Companion or not.
As the invitation is extended, Paige steps forward with an outstretched hand, running tentative fingers along Loki's neck before growing bolder with her attentions. Her smile grows larger, lighting up blue eyes with an excitement that seems to only be found in children these days, turning her attention to Loki. "Your scales are very pretty, Loki." Paige tells her, following the Wraith's example and scratching the top of the dragon's neck as she does so.
"It's nice to meet you." The girl chirps, seeming to remember her manners for once, flicking her gaze back up to the older woman. "Are you looking for wood too? I'm trying to get some before everyone else takes it all. I wanna have a bonfire with my friends during Longnight."
As the invitation is extended, Paige steps forward with an outstretched hand, running tentative fingers along Loki's neck before growing bolder with her attentions. Her smile grows larger, lighting up blue eyes with an excitement that seems to only be found in children these days, turning her attention to Loki. "Your scales are very pretty, Loki." Paige tells her, following the Wraith's example and scratching the top of the dragon's neck as she does so.
"It's nice to meet you." The girl chirps, seeming to remember her manners for once, flicking her gaze back up to the older woman. "Are you looking for wood too? I'm trying to get some before everyone else takes it all. I wanna have a bonfire with my friends during Longnight."
Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind
They count me out time and time again
They count me out time and time again
