"Don't you find it contradictory to say 'older in age' and 'getting taller'..."
Lin Lan sized up the little one in front of her with curious eyes, "How old are you this year?"
"It's a secret!" Lucia said with a stern face, "It's quite rude to casually inquire about a graceful lady's age!"
"Lucia just celebrated her twentieth birthday."
Eleanor said offhandedly, "Though witches generally live longer than other races, she's actually never grown taller during the time I've known her..."
The petite witch pounced on Eleanor's tail with a howl and took a fierce bite, her expression fierce!
"Stop it, my graceful First Mate."
Eleanor wagged her tail, looking expectantly at Lin Lan, her vertical pupils full of anticipation, "Roland, when are we setting out?"
Having had a rare opportunity to recharge in a weightless environment, it was time to stretch my muscles.
As a Doragon person, dealing with those small island nobles doesn't even qualify as a warm-up.
