Moonstone Quarry touchdown boy

He continued withdrawing step by step, though Fleur’s question and Odessia’s subsequent reply made him pause. Cambria huffed a low laugh, shaking his head lightly.

And that’s my cue, was all he said before dipping his head, offering a wave of his paw and retreating at a steady clip.

The Dragonling didn’t pay much attention to what direction he was going until he’d put some distance between himself and the quarry. The smell of saltwater threaded into his nose and he decided to head toward it. Maybe he would trawl the coastline further westward.

He heard the beat of wings a moment before Wyvern descended once more, her weight settling into his back. Cambria grumbled a little—why did she need to sit on his back when she had perfectly good wings?—but for reasons he could not quite explain, he was rather fond of the bi—rd.

Buckle up, baby, I’m in the mood for a long walk, he warned her, his white paws carrying him tirelessly onward without a single backward glance.