hippolyta flynn has a pistol for a mouth (vexatiously) wrote in emillion, |
She paused in her step, considering his words and how they warmed something inside of her chest, but choosing to ignore it, she shot him a grin. Yeah, this was a good guy. Dragon Rider, huh?
"You can count on it," were her parting words as she hauled the potions back over her shoulder, taking care not to stumble over another rock as she took her leave, exhausted but happy nonetheless.