“It is a bitch of a situation,” Absinthe agrees with a sigh. “On the plus side, well, since complaining about it doesn’t change anything, fire breathing’s pretty cool. Yeah, my dragon patron’s started whispering in my mind and stuff!”
She’s not too fussed to play the mom friend, so Ignis giving a response, and sounding alive and not horribly depressed about it, satisfies her just fine. “Yours is a chef? Mine fights and stuff- at least the dragon patrons have something in common with us.”
She pulls off her gloves, revealing a full set of dark red claws, and folds up one leg like a flamingo so she can slide her dagger out of a holster strapped to her calf. She holds it well enough, wagging the blade up and down to demonstrate, but has to occasionally adjust her grip as her claw-tips slide along the wooden hilt like one might struggle with long fingernails.
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She’s not too fussed to play the mom friend, so Ignis giving a response, and sounding alive and not horribly depressed about it, satisfies her just fine. “Yours is a chef? Mine fights and stuff- at least the dragon patrons have something in common with us.”
She pulls off her gloves, revealing a full set of dark red claws, and folds up one leg like a flamingo so she can slide her dagger out of a holster strapped to her calf. She holds it well enough, wagging the blade up and down to demonstrate, but has to occasionally adjust her grip as her claw-tips slide along the wooden hilt like one might struggle with long fingernails.