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

Drogon reaches the top of the quarry a short while after Witchbaby does and the tundrian breathes a loud sigh of relief. They’d made it up …and the ground had not crumbled beneath him — which was definitely a plus! He curls his toes into the hard and solid and higher elevated soil, claws indenting slightly into the earth. “Yeah, yeah,” Drogon brushes off her infectious positivity playfully with a mock roll of his eyes and a soft chuckle that rumbles in his chest. “I’m not sure.” The tundrian responds to her question honestly, offering her a lofty shrug of his shoulders. He has no plan. He’s just been wandering around aimlessly looking for …something. Something he still hasn’t found yet ( and he cannot help but think that on somedays this is because he isn’t aware what he seeks ). For now, the nomadic lifestyle he’s taken to makes him content and ( relatively ) happy. He likes being in charge of himself, at least.