“Ho!”Quistis looked immediately to her left. A person had suddenly appeared, one dressed in… A rathe
“Ho!”Quistis looked immediately to her left. A person had suddenly appeared, one dressed in… A rather interesting way. Quistis could see nothing of the person except their eyes and hands, and the rest of them was covered in shapeless clothing that was dyed in shifting browns and greens that changed color with every subtle movement. Slung across the person’s back was a long woven basket that went from the top of their head to the bottom of their hip and in one hand they held what Quistis swore was a huge fork. The weirdest part of the person’s costume, however, was the flat, bright red cloth mask that came down from below the person’s eyes and dropped down to their navel, and between the scarlet color and the tapered shape, it looked almost exactly like a huge protruding tongue. “HO,” said Fujin solemnly.“What you want?” asked the person brusquely, looking at the dragons with just as much interest and lack of concern as one might have for cows.“We wanna talk to the Master,” said Raijin, inclining his head. “We’d like to ask a favor.”“No favors,” said the person, then reached down to stab at something lightning-quick in the grass. When the person straightened, there was a wriggling brown frog caught between the tines of their long fork. “No frogs, no favors. You catch frogs for me, I take you to Master Quale.”http://archiveofourown.org/works/9483635/chapters/22367909https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12574347/5/Dragonhearted -- source link
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