[When she sees the message, it's an instant, visceral reaction to the word menagerie that has her pausing in a too-still way– the sort of way that gets Jesper's attention, and a quiet murmur of reassurance that makes everything in her relax-- 'Breathe,' he'd said. 'He means actual animals, Inej.'
Would it ever stop? And what would she do without Jesper in this place to keep her sane?
She takes a bit to answer him, but does eventually come in to do so, though her answers aren't all that fantastical, in her opinion.]
I don't know if my world has particularly strange or unusual animals.
There are dragons, though I can't say I've ever seen one. Big, winged reptiles who fly and breathe fire. Sort of like a lizard, but giant! They tend to be hostile, though you could skip that bit in your horizon, very fond of shiny things and they live in caves.
I also like snakes. There were charmers in our circus growing up, it was always fascinating to watch them.
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Would it ever stop? And what would she do without Jesper in this place to keep her sane?
She takes a bit to answer him, but does eventually come in to do so, though her answers aren't all that fantastical, in her opinion.]
There are dragons, though I can't say I've ever seen one. Big, winged reptiles who fly and breathe fire. Sort of like a lizard, but giant! They tend to be hostile, though you could skip that bit in your horizon, very fond of shiny things and they live in caves.
I also like snakes. There were charmers in our circus growing up, it was always fascinating to watch them.