[ He might spent a second or two squeezing the fur before he finally starts to shimmy down. Meanwhile, the vines are snaking around, trying to get hold of Byfrost--but they recoil as they brush against it, as though burned.
Koltira jumps, hits the ground, and then offers her the hat, with a little bow of his head. ]
Of course. What is rare and precious must be protected.
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Koltira jumps, hits the ground, and then offers her the hat, with a little bow of his head. ]
Of course. What is rare and precious must be protected.