"The drake was acceptable, though the presentation was overly theatrical. I do not need my food to project a documentary before I consume it."
Luna declared from my shoulders, her stomach audibly sloshing with several pounds of violently spiced abyssal meat.
"You are completely devoid of romance; you would eat anything raw and fresh."
Krave sighed, adjusting her heavy coat as we landed silently on the obsidian cobblestones near the edge of the city's primary golden ward.
"Romance does not provide caloric energy."
Luna countered smoothly.
I ignored the familiar bickering, stepping forward and placing my hand flat against the shimmering, violently humming membrane of the golden dome. The magic here was incredibly dense, designed to keep billions of tons of crushing ocean water from instantly collapsing the city.
