"Really, Raikis? This little nap of his isn't enough to keep up the concealment," said the eye-rolling grey dragon.
"There's no need for that anymore. A billion years is surely enough time for the Cosmos to change in many ways. Boredom shouldn't be an issue anymore," the white dragon replied, rubbing her eyes as she took a step that closed the distance between her and Lostvayne in an instant.
"Hello, Vayne. Feel like contracting with me now?"
The question made Lostvayne silently sigh before pushing her hands away as they reached toward his neck.
[Even if I didn't already have a contractor, I've told you many times, Wyndella, you're one of the last people I'd ever contract with. Your existence is diametrically opposed to mine.]
"Ouch… rejected again," she muttered with a pout, then turned to her elder sister.
"Berlal, comfort me."
