Fantasy and dreams

Ignita drifted from Basilisk's side, eager to find a quiet comfortable place to read her book without much of the smells of wine interrupting her. She could see Larimar keeping an eye on her from here so she knew Bas would know where she was. Her little golden possum clung to her shoulders as well, enjoying the warmth of Auster summer right along with the desert flower, Ignita.

She looked around and spied a curious scene that piqued her interest. Who was that? Where they... Reading?? Oh, Delightful! A fellow reader! She skipped forward toward them and noticed the lingering air of wine fading behind her. The warm grass under her feet cushioned her soft approach.

"Hello," she greeted gently, "mind if I read with you? You seem to have found the perfect spot." She said with a turn of her head, her eyes scanning the sword next to the male. Did he craft that himself? Was he also a blacksmith? The things she could learn from him!

"Speech"