You not wanting me...
Pim grumbled and settled next to Phoebe, watching the other dragon from behind her skirts. Maybe they weren't so bad after all. He let out a puff of smoke from beneath his lips. Maybe. Branbast merely closed his one eye. People and their talking and dragons and their growling. Bothersome.
Phoebe waited patiently as Tal did his shuffling about the altar. She didn't know how long it had been other than being awfully quick by the time he reappeared. "Not a problem at all. I like your dragon too." she said with a soft laugh. "Did Safrin give her to you?" she asked, curious if he was a Safrin devotee or if he was here like her, praying on behalf of someone else.
Phoebe waited patiently as Tal did his shuffling about the altar. She didn't know how long it had been other than being awfully quick by the time he reappeared. "Not a problem at all. I like your dragon too." she said with a soft laugh. "Did Safrin give her to you?" she asked, curious if he was a Safrin devotee or if he was here like her, praying on behalf of someone else.
...Was the beginning of me wanting myself
