I see we're both crazy
Levi’s display pulls an easy smile from the Fixer - and a screech of fear from Ophelia. She has yet to really encounter dragons, so for all she knows, the white thing is a bird of prey or something else that screams predator. She goes skittering for a hiding spot and Falke has to flash Seraphina a apologetic smile as he rises and goes to coax her out from underneath another bench.
“Sorry,” he begins, looking down at the monkey, who has managed to burrow itself inside his jacket. “I don’t think she’s ever seen a dragon before.” One had absently reaches up to gently stroke Fee’s head for a bit while they continue talking. “Anyway, no harm, no foul, hmmm? You’ll get used to it soon, won’t you Fee?”
Whether or not the companion agrees is unclear, she just continues to clutch at his inner layer tightly.
Back to the matter at hand - he notes her notebook and blueprints at hand and is glad that The Artificer has come prepared. His own sketches would be embarrassing simple next to hers. But there’s a bit of hesitation before he sits down again, as he’s suddenly remembered a fascinating rumor, heard a week or two ago and placed in the back of his mind ever since. Returning her smile, Falke gestures to the fine Deepfrost day that awaits them out there and offers an idea. “Do you fancy a walk and talk, Madame Artificer? I hear there’s a firling in the center of the plaza and quite honestly, I’d love to see it.”
“Sorry,” he begins, looking down at the monkey, who has managed to burrow itself inside his jacket. “I don’t think she’s ever seen a dragon before.” One had absently reaches up to gently stroke Fee’s head for a bit while they continue talking. “Anyway, no harm, no foul, hmmm? You’ll get used to it soon, won’t you Fee?”
Whether or not the companion agrees is unclear, she just continues to clutch at his inner layer tightly.
Back to the matter at hand - he notes her notebook and blueprints at hand and is glad that The Artificer has come prepared. His own sketches would be embarrassing simple next to hers. But there’s a bit of hesitation before he sits down again, as he’s suddenly remembered a fascinating rumor, heard a week or two ago and placed in the back of his mind ever since. Returning her smile, Falke gestures to the fine Deepfrost day that awaits them out there and offers an idea. “Do you fancy a walk and talk, Madame Artificer? I hear there’s a firling in the center of the plaza and quite honestly, I’d love to see it.”
that's alright with me
come with me and let yourself go
FALKE
