Callista stood with a steadying paw on the rail
as she overlooked the raising of the anchor for the airship. Her
ears flicked, sunlight glinting off her earrings. She turned her head
at the sound of footsteps and eyed the norn who joined her at the
port bow.
“Are you not a lieutenant now,
Köttrdóttir?”
“Já,” Caedyn grumbled. Of course the
sharp eyed charr would notice her lack of officer insignia. “Ain't
time ta mess wi' fussy stuff fer yer armor inna war, says I.” The
norn made a face under Callista's steady gaze. “Ack! Shaddup,
Ironmaker.”
“I said nothing.”
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