Callista's thoughts began to wander as she waited through a lull on
her current mission. Sometimes, her contemplations were on another
project or formula. Sometimes they were of a more philosophical bent.
But this time, as they were so prone to do as of late, her thoughts
dwelt with Dryden.
Her cheeks blushed under her fur, recalling
his affectionate teases, warm looks, and his easy, crooked smile. She
thought of his complaints about Seneca chewing him out for purchasing
a human-made dagger. She knew, despite their arguments, that the two
truly liked each other. It filled her with warm contentment.
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