[ There's an interested way he tilts his head, the wyvern beside him lifting its head each time to his head that makes him bumble in his attempt to find its back. Always a head rub first, then down the spine. ]
Wind? What are you going to do with it?
[ His first thought is laundry. ... he'll keep that to himself. ]
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Wind? What are you going to do with it?
[ His first thought is laundry. ... he'll keep that to himself. ]