agatha peeks out from the dense trees into one of the smaller clearings in the forest, spying a man sitting on a tree stump all on his lonesome. the only people that came here were hunters or people that got lost, and he doesn’t look like a hunter, so the faerie dragon can only assume that it’s the latter. still, she’s hesitant to approach, keeping her distance once she does in case she has to flee. “ mister? are you okay? you... you look awfully lonely. “
@dafdae / starter call.











