Chin scratches are lovely, causing her to purr a little.
"Nothing comes to mind," she replies. She settles herself into a position where Skellig can carry her comfortably on his shoulder.
(You didn't think she was going to WALK, did you? Walk where she might get stepped on or kicked by someone's shins when her lovely husband is available. we think not.)
Most people don't pay them much mind as they approach the city, although a few give Skellig an odd look.
The city looks...damaged, soul weary. The ash and rubble of war have not been entirely cleared away and the statuary that once lined the front of the city walls near the gates has been decapitated wherever it could be readily reached.
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"Nothing comes to mind," she replies. She settles herself into a position where Skellig can carry her comfortably on his shoulder.
(You didn't think she was going to WALK, did you? Walk where she might get stepped on or kicked by someone's shins when her lovely husband is available. we think not.)
Most people don't pay them much mind as they approach the city, although a few give Skellig an odd look.
The city looks...damaged, soul weary. The ash and rubble of war have not been entirely cleared away and the statuary that once lined the front of the city walls near the gates has been decapitated wherever it could be readily reached.