(Click on Rossa for her human form. Or, well, Elven form.)
"I said that spell was a bad idea, Master."
"Oh, be quiet, Elen..."
"You know that I'm right~"
"I said be quiet."
A rather irritated and out-of-place Elven female walked along the desert, wearing a black cloak with a mask of some sort pulled up over her face and her blonde hair blowing out into the wind. The cat was perched upon her shoulder, and though he looked just about as uncomfortable in the heat as she, he was at least a little more content.
"What did Kenshi and Vorraine tell you? 'Mage Armor us, Rossa! Don't attack the lich!', and you said, 'Ah, but I have True Strike now!', and..."
"What did I tell you about being quiet?" the Elf snapped again, wiping her forehead slightly. "Ai, I know I wanted a change of scenery from the Orclands, but this is just a little extreme!" she said, and the cat gave a slight sigh.
"It would help if you took off your cloak~" Elendórë teased, and Rossarinya gave a frustrated sigh.
"And... why did I choose to have you as a familiar? I'm starting to think it would be easier without one..."
"You know my ability to move silently compensates for it," the black feline said smuggly.
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