Wrathion lingers close to Anduin, trying not to get in his way but still gravitating to press into his side every opportunity he gets. The scent of hot chocolate is certainly perking his interest, although equally Wrathion leans to rest his face on Anduin's shoulder every so often. He doesn't seem to mind it, so the dragon doesn't see any particular reason to stop.
"Perhaps we should make sure we keep a stock."
Of hot chocolate. Should they fail to leave this place via the beacons and move on, they can bring some with them then. Just in case their next location doesn't have any such thing.
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Wrathion lingers close to Anduin, trying not to get in his way but still gravitating to press into his side every opportunity he gets. The scent of hot chocolate is certainly perking his interest, although equally Wrathion leans to rest his face on Anduin's shoulder every so often. He doesn't seem to mind it, so the dragon doesn't see any particular reason to stop.
"Perhaps we should make sure we keep a stock."
Of hot chocolate. Should they fail to leave this place via the beacons and move on, they can bring some with them then. Just in case their next location doesn't have any such thing.