Given her due promise, Nari was satisfied to sit back and watch Dalton get his things together. She sipped her drink, finding it delicious enough to drain it down to half by the time he returned with an intriguing case she was sure was full of his tools of the trade. Nari decided she was rather fond of his... did wizards decide on a particular aesthetic? Dalton seemed to have, whether or conscious or not, between his flourishing and this new box of tricks.
He sat down next to her, and although the couch was wide enough for the both of them, the dragon was both drunk and bold enough to unfurl from her cozy spot and scoot closer. Drink in one hand, she comfortably leaned against the wizard, shoulder to shoulder when he straightened up, holding two gold bracelets.
“Oh, how stylish!” she cooed, a little surprised at the fashion choice, but intrigued.
He sat down next to her, and although the couch was wide enough for the both of them, the dragon was both drunk and bold enough to unfurl from her cozy spot and scoot closer. Drink in one hand, she comfortably leaned against the wizard, shoulder to shoulder when he straightened up, holding two gold bracelets.
“Oh, how stylish!” she cooed, a little surprised at the fashion choice, but intrigued.