I have never feared the storm
Seren's squeak had Sah snickering. He sent Umbra a reassuring look, to hopefully set the dragon at ease. Lilly watched the interaction with clear amusement, tail wagging as she followed at Sah's heels.
Sitting down at glancing at the Demi-god, the Abandoned burst into another round of snickers at the look on her face. A few people had glanced up at the commotion but most returned to their own happenings quickly. A few seemed amused but thankfully for Seren, no one commented.
Seren's sputtering just had another wide grin coming to Sah's face as he turned to his own designs. Her threat had him nudging her shoulder playfully. "Oh? You going to throw me somewhere? If you do, don't use your gravity manipulation. That's cheating." He teased, lips twitching in suppressed laughter. That endeavor failed at her firm assistance in color choice. Letting out a laugh, Sah nodded. "Alright, make your lantern blue."
Still snickering a little, he began to work on the paper aspect of his own, choosing blue a well. Winged wolves howling at a full moon. Two smaller wolves running through the stars. A dragon, a woman, a storm. Small pictures, snapshots of his memories, all carefully sketched into the paper. Sah wasn't an excellent artist, average likely, but his images were easily identifiable.
Sitting down at glancing at the Demi-god, the Abandoned burst into another round of snickers at the look on her face. A few people had glanced up at the commotion but most returned to their own happenings quickly. A few seemed amused but thankfully for Seren, no one commented.
Seren's sputtering just had another wide grin coming to Sah's face as he turned to his own designs. Her threat had him nudging her shoulder playfully. "Oh? You going to throw me somewhere? If you do, don't use your gravity manipulation. That's cheating." He teased, lips twitching in suppressed laughter. That endeavor failed at her firm assistance in color choice. Letting out a laugh, Sah nodded. "Alright, make your lantern blue."
Still snickering a little, he began to work on the paper aspect of his own, choosing blue a well. Winged wolves howling at a full moon. Two smaller wolves running through the stars. A dragon, a woman, a storm. Small pictures, snapshots of his memories, all carefully sketched into the paper. Sah wasn't an excellent artist, average likely, but his images were easily identifiable.
Sah
