"maybe someday we'll return," said his traveling companion with a wistful sigh. like the furry beast at her side, she too wished they could stop wandering for awhile. it wasn't in the cards at the moment, though, and they pressed on, ever losing themselves in time while they searched for a reason to stop. they hadn't found one yet.
|gnomes (the friendly kind).|
up ahead, the dragon heard a stirring in the brush, and he motioned the lady to get behind him. although he had seen the lady's ferocity in action many times, he knew his claws and fangs could outmatch her skillful maneuvers in bodily damage to enemies.
"lady!" the darker, apparently female gnome gasped, and stepped forward with a toothy smile. "you've been dead for so long that i thought you were really dead this time."
in an amusing moment of clarity, the lady realized she knew this fae-descended dyad. and also that she was in fact deceased, and from the looks of her friend's age lines, had been for nearly a century.
"remarkably cold aqueous mammal!" she cried, using an ostentatious though accurate nickname and darting forward to greet her long-time friend. to the dragon she begged, "retract your claws. these folk are friends. and if they're here, that means the fates have flung us into catan."
to be continued...