Hmm, we shall see. We do, however, bring provisions for your new recruits.
[Is the jovial response, from one certain, flowering, dragon - a hefty basket, a picnic one at that, held securely in her talons as she approaches Asura and his gathering of recruits. Yet, she doesn't seem to be alone, as closely behind her trails a young woman - a naga, albino at that, judging by her impressive, white tail - who holds a just-as-hefty thermos. The younger woman seems a tad uncertain about... well, everyone, but how casual Persephone is seems to put her worries at ease.]
I imagine everyone has maybe worked up an appetite, yes? Or does their instructor demand more to be done, before a break can be had?
[Would Asura be so cruel, when the scent of freshly cooked goods wafts towards the new recruits, after they worked so long and hard already? Surely not! But judging by the grin she flashes him - as mischievous and bright as spring sunlight peeking behind clouds - suggests that she could assist with making sure they earn it. No pain, no gain, after all - and she knows these recruits need to be in top shape before they're ready to head out on their own.
The naga girl, while not nowhere near as cheery as the dragon, peers curiously around her - tongue flicking to get a better gauge on who is before her. Yet she's unwilling to move from where she's comfortable, as her tail loops with Persephone's once they finally come to a stop - a subtle gesture, but one that speaks of the comfort Persephone brings to her. A monster she has taken under her (literal and figurative) wing, assisting her with her new sense of freedom, and helping her to find her voice - and so, she asked to come along, to meet others and to feel more at ease among strangers once more, both monster and witch.]
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[Is the jovial response, from one certain, flowering, dragon - a hefty basket, a picnic one at that, held securely in her talons as she approaches Asura and his gathering of recruits. Yet, she doesn't seem to be alone, as closely behind her trails a young woman - a naga, albino at that, judging by her impressive, white tail - who holds a just-as-hefty thermos. The younger woman seems a tad uncertain about... well, everyone, but how casual Persephone is seems to put her worries at ease.]
I imagine everyone has maybe worked up an appetite, yes? Or does their instructor demand more to be done, before a break can be had?
[Would Asura be so cruel, when the scent of freshly cooked goods wafts towards the new recruits, after they worked so long and hard already? Surely not! But judging by the grin she flashes him - as mischievous and bright as spring sunlight peeking behind clouds - suggests that she could assist with making sure they earn it. No pain, no gain, after all - and she knows these recruits need to be in top shape before they're ready to head out on their own.
The naga girl, while not nowhere near as cheery as the dragon, peers curiously around her - tongue flicking to get a better gauge on who is before her. Yet she's unwilling to move from where she's comfortable, as her tail loops with Persephone's once they finally come to a stop - a subtle gesture, but one that speaks of the comfort Persephone brings to her. A monster she has taken under her (literal and figurative) wing, assisting her with her new sense of freedom, and helping her to find her voice - and so, she asked to come along, to meet others and to feel more at ease among strangers once more, both monster and witch.]