“Can I take mine off?” Andarna asks, swiveling her head to gnaw on the metal strap across her shoulder. “No!” Tairn and I shout simultaneously. “No,” Andarna mocks. “Fine. I seek sustenance.” “You will wait until our welcome is assured,” Tairn orders, and Andarna huffs a breath of steam in his direction, then sits on her back legs and glowers. “Pick your tail up off the ground right now. Where do you think we are? The Vale?”
Oh andarna you are too cute
and i love papa tarin and mama violet being all protective over their baby
