Dragoncrest Cliffs oh, bon-bon was a terror

@Thuringwethil :eyes emoji: I'm here

The girl was happy enough to follow @Étoille to the borders, though she wasn't quite sure how she felt about the Steltrona. He didn't seem too impressed by her, but she supposed she hadn't really expected that. Maybe he could be a little less wooden, though? Apparently it was too much to ask. Ultimately, it didn't bother her too much— she was here now. Drageda. No more being alone, no more being hungry, no more sleeping in weird places! Yeah, this was worth it.
Branwen stopped near the borders, glancing at her pale companion with wide, eager eyes as he prepared to make the call. She shifted a little nervously, backing up a few steps so she was almost hiding behind him— then she thought better of it, and took a step forward. A second later, she changed her mind and stepped back again. For a moment, she almost forgot about Étoille entirely, lost in her own indecision. Unfortunately, she remembered his presence in short order. Immediately she stilled, straightening slightly and looking away from him awkwardly; with any luck, he would let her oddness pass without comment.