If we're not supposed to dance
Then why all the music?
Wanderer tilted her head from her perch, pleasantly amused. She'd been trying to figure out how to get down from a nearby tree when she spotted Lucidner. A cub? Here on the borders? She thought.
They didn't appear injured or hurt in the least, save for the eyepatch. She blinked. No? Maybe the eyepatch was just something they wore? The cub seemed much to young to of gotten hurt. Not that it mattered to much, she supposed. She'd know why they wore the eye patch soon. After all, it might be part of his story, and there was nothing more people liked to do then talk about themselves. And there was nothing more Wanderer liked to do, besides listen.
"arrrrrrrrhghhh!" The dog dragon growled in reply jokingly. Her large tail wagged slightly. "Who be tresspassen' on me territory?" She asked in her best stereotypical pirate accent.
Oh no
Hope nothing intresting happens to me
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