Vanora sighed, all dramatic grace, lifting her chin. "Anyway, as I was saying… I'm single. Emotionally stable. Spiritually gifted. I accept offerings of meat and shiny things."
The Rare Beasts leaned in, visibly intrigued.
Thalina watched the chaos unfold, this thing she thought was once innocent was actually like this around her fellow beasts?!—Vanora holding court like a queen, Rare Beasts offering snacks, Ricky asking her what her favorite kind of howl was—and for the first time in a long while, she had no words.
Absolutely none.
There was chaos.
Absolute chaos.
And in the middle of it all stood Thalina—one hand on her temple, the other trying to shove Vanora off the rock while Rare Beasts judged her iron levels and offered dating advice to her pet.
Eyrx simply stared. Silent. Processing.
Then, dry as ever, he muttered, "I cannot understand them, but talking animals might be worse than I thought."
