A dragon offers Bibrid, Wraithvine, and their friends a ride across a canyon. The price? The group has to groom their claws in return, which have gotten a bit overgrown. -- Anon Guest
Wandering by oneself, Wraithvine mused, was easier since ze only had hirself to worry about. Wandering with immortal companions was similar, since the stakes were relatively low. Wandering with a newfound family... brought out all hir worry-wart aspects where they were the least helpful.
At least Chance was inclined to be clingy.
Scramble, encouraged to exercise hir abilities, could freeze time around hirself long enough to get out of any fix ze found hirself in. But that did nothing to stop Wraithvine worrying. Especially after the fifth time Scramble blinked back onto the path covered in minor scars.
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