walk me home in the dead of night
Furious (and exhausted), Spice eyed the larger dragon for as long as she could, as if she could force a staring contest. At least in that, she might stand a chance of winning, only her prospects were dashed as a large yawn parted her jaws and subsequently closed her eyes. Far too young to be so hostile, the little creature promptly gave up and flopped down onto the larger dragon's paws.
Oh right, there had been Melita. Huh. She'd all but forgotten about that, if only because drunken declarations of love were commonplace in the Tavern. Even so, Flora found herself tightening her arms around herself all the more defiantly. "Coward." She huffed conclusively.
Caught off-guard, for a moment Flora just gaped at Tal, before curling her lip and giving her head a shake. "You get it, since you know your way around so well." She snapped haughtily, not willing to admit that she had no idea at all where to find glue in her mother's house.
Oh right, there had been Melita. Huh. She'd all but forgotten about that, if only because drunken declarations of love were commonplace in the Tavern. Even so, Flora found herself tightening her arms around herself all the more defiantly. "Coward." She huffed conclusively.
Caught off-guard, for a moment Flora just gaped at Tal, before curling her lip and giving her head a shake. "You get it, since you know your way around so well." She snapped haughtily, not willing to admit that she had no idea at all where to find glue in her mother's house.
