Oh, my litttle flashlight

When the story got to the point, where dragon got all of it's teeth smashed out, Osprey chuckled, thinking, how Peregrine would have loved the turn of the events, and added mentally that she will have to tell this to him once they met each other again. At the same time she knew that she would never be that good at conveying this tale to him as Dante was, because it was not hers to begin with. Too bad the two of them were at odds and it didn't seem a very manly thing to do to sit down and swap stories just like that.

So... it was witch's time to decide, whether the frog prince deserved to live and hop happily ever after or not. She regarded Dante through narrowed eyes, contemplating just long enough for tension to rise (if this would happen in the real life), until a malicious smile appeared in her lips and she sighed theatrically. "The witch thought, but she was never nice creature to begin with. Nor was she fair. She just did, what she wanted. So she pounced at the poor frog prince and ate him whole," she looked at him in pity. "The thing was that the witch had liked the story so much that she wanted to keep it all to herself and not let the frog prince to tell it to anyone else."

She then raised to her feet, stretched and shook her coat, as if telling that this was, where the game ended, and they were back to their usual roles. "It was very good, by the way, and I would love to hear more, if you don't mind sharing. Another time, perhaps?" she suggested, hoping that he would agree.

ooc: I think that you can fade this out in your next post. PP Osprey, if needed. They can go off hunting/walking/talking somewhere.