Thread:Nimarfira/@comment-39487125-20191220194518/@comment-35042251-20191227224252

“Is that so? Well, I’m sure that we can find you some fruit.” Wind Weaver replied aloud. With a flick of her hand, a banana resting on a wooden countertop in the corner whisked over to them and into Windy’s hand. The wind nymph offered it to the pseudodragon, while keeping a wary eye on the man.

What’s your name? She telepathically asked, hoping that the amethyst pseudodragon could hear her.