Amelia walked down the hallway with Blanca. "So what should I call you then? Harpy?" She jokingly cooed as she skipped about, staring out the windows.
When the two finally got outside, Amelia immediately began to stare about at the scenery, in the distance she could see the forest. "Where I lived I got to stare at sea everyday." Amelia said. This was her slight attempt to start a conversation, "What was it like where you lived?" She cocked her head to the side.

The tiny dragon flapped his underdeveloped wings, gurgling in joy. Amelia's left braid was now covered in the tiny familiar's saliva, and it reeked. Beelzebub appeared to be pleased with his work done and pressed the top of his head onto Amelia's cheek.