And the small Juvenile Dragon gracefully spread her wings, red Dragon Breath erupting from the central control point of her Dragon's Wings, like a thruster, and in the next moment, Fafnir had already circled around the homebody witch and finally stopped on her right shoulder.
"Senior, it's time to set off, let's harvest the crops."
Dorothy reached out to adjust the witch hat, and the sleepy-eyed Eyes of the Stars on the brim opened.
"Morning, Dorothy, what crops are we harvesting?"
The just-awakened senior Fanny asked while summoning water with her tentacles for a virtual wash, puzzled.
To this, the homebody witch felt a mix of frustration and exasperation.
"Of course, the crops of Stars Industry. We just planted them yesterday. Can you, the boss, be a bit more motivated and stop slacking off?"
Dorothy was speechless at this senior who was practically becoming her living equipment.
"Oh, then you go for it, Dorothy."
