The Sunspire friendly fires

She nearly wanted to admit that she had known she'd been trespassing on their first encounter, since he wanted to be snippy about bringing it up. But it was fuel against her in the end, and it was better to feign innocence in the long run. Though Kipling did wonder how her announcement about getting a drink had turned into an invitation. Not that he needed one, she could hear him behind her and she freely rolled her eyes although it went unseen.

Was he some sort of loyalty test? If you can stand Fang, you can stay in the Sunspire. She would pass this initiation. And though she pressed that he was thorn in her side, Kipling would be flat out lying to say she couldn't tolerate him. He amused her to some degree, she just wished he was a little less damage prone; as in damage to her.

Luckily for the Lambda she'd made it to the mountain's stream without another scratch. Kipling angled herself, to watch him from the corner of her eye, somewhat paranoid he'd find a way to push her in. When she was sure he wasn't going to immediately barrel into her somehow, she lowered her head to drink.