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

Drogon lets out a heavy, near inaudible sigh as Witchbaby cackles and smirks at him, clearly not believing him despite that it’s true and he simply got his directions mixed up. Surely, an easy mistake for a kid that wanders with no direction in mind. He simply goes where he pleases and knows what areas of the Wilds to avoid. After all, that is the most important thing to remember. He watches as she moves a step up to make room for him, and he tests his weight upon the jutting earth and stone, grateful that it doesn’t feel unsteady beneath his paws. “Just keep going.” He both confirms and encourages her with a slight grate of his teeth. It’s not that heights bother him per-say ( for he has no reason to be bothered by them! ) but he doesn’t fancy slipping or falling to his death if the earth would happen to give way or he lost his foot, et cetera. And thinks that he did a good thing by encouraging Witchbaby to go first: yes, she was lighter than him but at least she would stand a chance of getting away if the earthen path beneath them began to crumble — which Drogon severely hoped it did not.