[ she considers his wings with some alarm, taking a single step back as he lands. the movement, just like redwing's, comes with a sound that ranks somewhere between the clash of steel and the clicking of insects. and then a low hiss. ]
You again. I should have guessed. [ some kind of inventor, she suspected. ]
I used magic. [ as if it were obvious — unlike the phrasing sam uses, which doesn't quite satisfy. 'set to disengage' and 'non-hostile obstacles' sounds so ... foreign, even if she can understand him perfectly. she considers the drone. ] What is he?
no subject
You again. I should have guessed. [ some kind of inventor, she suspected. ]
I used magic. [ as if it were obvious — unlike the phrasing sam uses, which doesn't quite satisfy. 'set to disengage' and 'non-hostile obstacles' sounds so ... foreign, even if she can understand him perfectly. she considers the drone. ] What is he?