Straga sat staring fixedly at the lake. He's lost his fight with Destra, and now as they had agreed he was spending time getting to know his regalia before he swapped her with her sister. Why the hell did she pick the lake? This was fine though, it was nice here. Peaceful even.
Tori approached him and settled down next to him. Looking him up and down, Destra did a number on him for sure. "So... how are things with you?" he asked.
"Well... the other day was a thing for sure," she looked him up and down. "How are your wounds?"
He grunted and shrugged. "Had worse."
The dragon's attention was drawn by some movement little ways off. Someone else was here as well.
Tori approached him and settled down next to him. Looking him up and down, Destra did a number on him for sure. "So... how are things with you?" he asked.
"Well... the other day was a thing for sure," she looked him up and down. "How are your wounds?"
He grunted and shrugged. "Had worse."
The dragon's attention was drawn by some movement little ways off. Someone else was here as well.