Moonstone Quarry L.O.V.E./E.V.O.L.

it is clear the lion does not share her confidence - simply the starlet will have to convince him, if least because she does not intend to stay down here for ever. "only lost my footin' on the last bit," witchbaby informs him, the permanent confidence of her tone unshaken. so she'd fallen a little - just a little! - ain't nothing to be fretting over. 

prompted as she is by drogon's worries, the girl finally rises from the pool, shaking out her firelit fur - probably-definitely close enough to catch the boy in droplets like friendly fire while he drinks. "if we got down, we can get back up," witchbaby says with a slight giggle and sets to circling the quarry, looking for a sturdy foothold for them to follow. over her shoulder she calls, "so where're y'from then? south a here?" as if witchbaby knows what south of here entails, but baby's curious and gettin the lion to keep talking is turning into a fun little game to keep her busy too.