She struck a fierce profile next to him and truly, they were a perfect pair as far as she was concerned. Then again, Anakumath would have never entertained the idea any of her children would have chosen poorly.
Hello my little warrior, she hummed, even as Martirae looked over Haveli with what seemed like far more neutrality in comparison to the endless flow of love and adoration that was the fountain of her dragon.
"Congratulations," she stated, not ushering up much more than that in case both woman and dragon decided they didn't want to stop long for idle chit-chat with mother-and-her-rider.
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