"You're the best, Faith!" the Slate Staygoyle said, a grin across her face. "Caves have delicious rocks and delicious rats with delicious blood and ooooh, I'm so excited! Maybe we'll make a new friend! I hope so! I declare this..." and the silly little creature grinned, "a FRIENDHUNT!" There was a twinkle of humor in her eyes, showing that she wasn't being 100% serious. Only about 70%, probably - behind her silly nature, she really did want more friends. Like always, like always.
Faith rolled her eyes. "Whatever makes you happy, Bels. Whatever makes you happy." With a grin, the little drakka jumped up and landed in her fur, curling up in the ruff by her head. She hissed a complaint - for something her size, you wouldn't think it, but the little creature was practically solid stone! - but carried on, entering the caves. Why, oh why, did that creature have to be so obsesse with caves?
Her fur gave off a wonderful ice-blue glow, lighting the way as the two began their journey.
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