May 29, 2019
“And then I told him, te futueo et caballum tuum, and burned him and his crops! It is funny because he does not even own a horse to ride in on!” Rae laughed, clapping their hands, clearly amused by their own drunken story. Swirling the remnants of their drink, the tiny dragon grinned at the poor soul she had trapped in her drunken claws. By now they had probably downed their human weight in wine and cocktails and it was showing. In their defense, it was a party, everyone was drunk. Or at least a little tipsy. If they weren’t then Eraesa would seek them out and get them a drink. “It is not as funny if I have to explain the joke to you.”
