@apprenticescribe-aiden
The Grand Seer wanted everyone to properly behave for the festival and celebrate? Fine, Quetzalli could provide that. Between her first impressions with Aiden and her reprimand from Oz, the dragon was more than happy to wholeheartedly commit herself to the feast and dancing. In fact, there was enough of the witches’ alcohol flowing through her system that she wanted to show off just how good she was at the dancing bit, her hips swaying as she stood on top of a nearby table. The height gave her the advantage of spotting her soul bond, calling out to him. “Hey, Aiden. If I get drunk, do you get to feel drunk?” she taunted, continuing to dance. “Because if you do, I think I might have found a way to actually do you a favor.”
