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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