hippolyta flynn has a pistol for a mouth (vexatiously) wrote in emillion, |
As the space freed up, the mage gratefully settled in, wiggling her fingers at the fire. Its light was glaring, almost blinding, so she kept her eyes directed at the— dragoon, apparently. Looking over his armor, it did make sense. He seemed the dragoon type.
But Dragon Rider?
"That, my friend," she began, after nearly choking on a laugh. "Is fucking badass. You're like the city's special forces, so much cooler than the EKP or Rangers." She waggled her fingers once more, desperately seeking wamrth but finding a suitable distraction in the man next to her. "Are any of your missions like this? Retrieval stuff, et cetera."