Part 583: Libra C

(Minerva roars)

I say... Was that the lonesome cry of a wyvern? ..... Heavens, I do believe it's getting closer. ...Yes, there it is. My, look at all those razor-sharp teeth.

Minerva, stop that howling! We've heard quite enough already.

I'm sorry if she startled you, Libra. ...Although, you don't seem very startled, actually.

Oh, it hardly bothers me. I've had plenty of past opportunities to grow used to it.

You must be a seasoned adventurer, to be so complacent about wyverns!

Well, not wyverns specifically. But I have tangled with the occasional fell beast. Tell me, though. Is it not difficult to teach a wyvern to obey you?

Well, Minerva is not my servant, Libra. She's family. If she obeys me, it's because she chooses to do so.

A wyvern treated as family?

Is that so strange?

Well, I don't mean to judge you, milady, but frankly, yes. It does seem a bit strange. I didn't even think it possible to forge bonds between such disparate races.

But I am glad to see it. Such open thinking embodies the word of the Ylissean faith.

Oh, now you're just flattering me.

Flattery is a sin, milady. I would not dream of using it. But you have inspired me to follow your wonderful example. I, too, shall seek out a member of another species and attempt to befriend it!

(Libra leaves)

...I hope he knows what he's doing.