Old Friends

Kumiko's lips pulled into a slight smile, albeit weak. Cassandra. Mhm, I'm not usually here. But I'm on babysitting duty, as you can guess. She gestured to the child circling Cassandra.

And she stepped forward, shoving one hand through her hair nervously as she approached the other. I see your dragonling is healthy. Good. I'd hate to find out she died. It'd been a parting gift that Ko was still proud of, to this day.

Chewing her lower lip, she came to stop just in front of the Seeker. Draw your blade, pet. Remember the games we played, m'dear? She's nervous but it doesn't show in her voice; only in the way she fidgets. And Cassandra had been around Ko long enough to recognize when she was unnerved.

Aelera was oblivious to what was going on, playing with the dragonling, or attempting to.