you may not want to change
but the world is unforgiving and will do it for you anyway
but the world is unforgiving and will do it for you anyway
Tal distracts himself by changing the conversation, and Ronin does similar by leaning down to fetch the first batch of muffins from the oven with a thick hand towel. The smell of freshly baked cheese and herbs fills the air as he exchanges one tray for another, shutting the doors again and leaving the first tray to cool on the countertop. All of this, naturally, has Sugar shuffling a bit further forward, trilling her impatience.
"If she's anything like Sugar, I imagine she'd be mischievous and a minor pain in the ass," Ronin remarks, grinning and whistling up to the pale dragon to persuade her to swoop down. She obliges, draping herself around his shoulders and sticking a cold snout in his ear in greeting. "Oh-- uh, she was-- stoppit." Ronin barks out a laugh at her antics, trying to concentrate on Tal.
"She hatched from a clutch of eggs beneath a frozen oasis," he explains. "She was the only survivor. I figure that's why she's so small, because it's been a few years since then. How about you?"
"If she's anything like Sugar, I imagine she'd be mischievous and a minor pain in the ass," Ronin remarks, grinning and whistling up to the pale dragon to persuade her to swoop down. She obliges, draping herself around his shoulders and sticking a cold snout in his ear in greeting. "Oh-- uh, she was-- stoppit." Ronin barks out a laugh at her antics, trying to concentrate on Tal.
"She hatched from a clutch of eggs beneath a frozen oasis," he explains. "She was the only survivor. I figure that's why she's so small, because it's been a few years since then. How about you?"
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