It is this sense of duty that initially propels the young Mender through the ruby shadows of this forest, although as the scene begins to unfold before her, there is a bright spark of curiosity that lights her eyes. “What is this?” She murmurs, half to herself and half questioning the young whale that floats at her shoulder. Both pairs of eyes rest on the ghostly, strange ram-like creature that has perched itself on a rock, beckoning to all of them and offering a prize. “Oh how generous of you, Sir!” Tiamat smiles, too naive to catch the ram’s seemingly sinister aura, continuing with bliss in her heart: “I’l have a treat, please.”
Tia chooses a TREAT! c:
“Speech.”
magic & force are permitted.