KiwiKatz
*Frantically attempts to provide comic relief*
Yoljud felt how anxious and excited her mate grew. los rok bek? Zu'u seik, los daar tahriik? She looked back up at Vashti nervously. "Are you sure this will work? I mean, will we be okay? In the end?" She anxiously scratched at the cold stone bricks beneath her claws. Saraan, yoz nii? Dreh daar fahliil mindok vir buruk nii los fah dovahhe wah dein aan tarn yolos? Her thoughts scattered as they were distracted by her request. What were they to do, take turns?
(los rok bek? Zu'u seik, los daar tahriik? = is he okay? I mean, is this safe?
saraan, yoz nii? Dreh daar fahliil mindok vir buruk nii los fah dovahhe wah dein aan tarn yolos? = wait, boil it? Do this elf know how hard it is for dragons to keep a steady flame?
So dovahhe use their breath in one, ya know, breath, and it has a cool down time X'D )
(los rok bek? Zu'u seik, los daar tahriik? = is he okay? I mean, is this safe?
saraan, yoz nii? Dreh daar fahliil mindok vir buruk nii los fah dovahhe wah dein aan tarn yolos? = wait, boil it? Do this elf know how hard it is for dragons to keep a steady flame?
So dovahhe use their breath in one, ya know, breath, and it has a cool down time X'D )
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