Leda's Summer Home, Faerie, Saturday
The black dragon looked down at the large mug sitting on the table. Of course to him it was about the size of a thimble.
"Really?" he rumbled. "This isn't even a sip."
Leda looked at him blankly for a moment, then turned to his sister, who had assumed human form as a statuesque redhead.
"Is he serious or has he actually grown a sense of humor?"
Ember snickered. "Smoke's been joking around with you since you two met. It's just that his delivery is so dry, you've never noticed."
There was Elven coffee and pastries and other breakfast staples set up on a huge banquet table, as well as a large supply of Leda's Grandmother's favorite human import, hot chocolate.
[For them what knows who they is.]
"Really?" he rumbled. "This isn't even a sip."
Leda looked at him blankly for a moment, then turned to his sister, who had assumed human form as a statuesque redhead.
"Is he serious or has he actually grown a sense of humor?"
Ember snickered. "Smoke's been joking around with you since you two met. It's just that his delivery is so dry, you've never noticed."
There was Elven coffee and pastries and other breakfast staples set up on a huge banquet table, as well as a large supply of Leda's Grandmother's favorite human import, hot chocolate.
[For them what knows who they is.]