hippolyta flynn has a pistol for a mouth (vexatiously) wrote in emillion, |
She nodded, bringing her palms together for friction. A Dragon Rider seemed excessive for a retrieval mission like this, but there lay a guardian at the end of it, so maybe they did need all the help they could round up. So few of these faces were familiar to her, meaning few mages, and while she'd complained about the ratio of healers to fighters, their presence was appreciated all the same.
Flynn exhaled on cupped palms. "Sooo is one of the dragons yours?"
It had to be asked.