oblivion is the name of this abode: and she is there
The sentiment is shared if the aggrieved look she spares the man is any indication. Companions indeed. “We grew up together. If you have any younger siblings, I’m sure you can relate.” Somehow that fact had only worsened Riya’s antics, perhaps because she knew Anju had been a boring stick in the mud since she made it out of the womb. Anju still wouldn’t thank her for her misguided attempts at socializing Anju like she was some sort of half-feral dog.
At the mention of it being an heirloom she cuts her mahogany gaze towards the dragon, who falters in her preening circles and lands upon the lamppost once more, clearly doubting her choice now. Good, she should.
Anju is distracted from glaring her sister back down to street level by Noah introducing himself and extending a hand. Though the awkward blink of her eyes makes it clear she’s not very adept in the social arts, her grip is firm and unwavering as she takes and shakes his hand. “I am Anju. She is Riya.” A muffled trill from the dragon makes a muscle in her cheek twinge. Rolling her shoulders and lifting her chin with some small measure of pride at the ensuing question, Anju nods. “Aye. We have been Dragoons since they would let me wield a sword, though Riya found me long before.” Casting her sharp gaze over him anew, Anju frowns pensively. “Are you a recruit? I do not recognize your face. Though with the skyboats now, I suppose that is something I must become accustomed to.” Not everyone was a shut in like Anju, who had never had the desire to leave Stormbreak to adventure until Ludo had bid her to.
At the mention of it being an heirloom she cuts her mahogany gaze towards the dragon, who falters in her preening circles and lands upon the lamppost once more, clearly doubting her choice now. Good, she should.
Anju is distracted from glaring her sister back down to street level by Noah introducing himself and extending a hand. Though the awkward blink of her eyes makes it clear she’s not very adept in the social arts, her grip is firm and unwavering as she takes and shakes his hand. “I am Anju. She is Riya.” A muffled trill from the dragon makes a muscle in her cheek twinge. Rolling her shoulders and lifting her chin with some small measure of pride at the ensuing question, Anju nods. “Aye. We have been Dragoons since they would let me wield a sword, though Riya found me long before.” Casting her sharp gaze over him anew, Anju frowns pensively. “Are you a recruit? I do not recognize your face. Though with the skyboats now, I suppose that is something I must become accustomed to.” Not everyone was a shut in like Anju, who had never had the desire to leave Stormbreak to adventure until Ludo had bid her to.
