WESSEX
Loki, like any vain creature (and if you didn’t know that dragons were vain, well, now you do. They’re quite similar to cats in this regard), practically purs under all the attention. Wessex already knows the spots her companion likes best, but the girl doesn’t, so Loki undulates subtly under the inexperienced hand. Wessex grins, fangs hidden behind pressed lips, amused by the simple, non-war focused activity. How nice it must be to just have to think about what you want to do with your friends.. “I wasn’t… but I can help if you like. How about a log for you and your friends to sit on?” A big piece of wood that the girl certainly wouldn’t be able to get all by herself, so they don’t have to get sand everywhere. How long could it possibly take?
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
