Buy Me a CoffeeSave for their wings, you'd think they were human. They were wild and free-spirited. And their only desire was to learn about the world. The good parts, the bad parts, and everything in between. They were not angel, they were not demon, just... themselves. -- Anon Guest
"What'cha doin'?"
Barthus was used to hearing that kind of question from someone between three and eight years old. Not, and they had to look up from their work to check, an adult-shaped entity literally hovering over their shoulder.
When one shared a world with Dragons, many, many things are possible. Faeries, for instance, or the Faekindred, which were generally treated with the same respect one would extend to a growling dog with orange eyebrows. Travellers passed through with horns on their heads, tails neighbouring their seats, and like this stranger, wings on their backs. So, naturally, there had to be some internal calculations as to how to properly greet this new being.
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