Wildflour looked back at her, nodding sheepishly. “I’ll be nice. I promise. Sometimes I run my mouth, that’s all.” But it felt like he’d been forgiven and couldn’t help but smile back. His father had taught him one good thing at least: honesty was the best policy.
“Grand Adventurer, I will fake the best death scene you’re ever likely to see, don’t you worry.” He joked and then motioned for her to lead the way. “And as your number one fan, I’ll be the first one to start your internet campaign. Instagram is a must! Pictures of you at work, discovering things, scenery shots. You’ll have thousands of followers in no time!”
Astraea Pandora
One more to finish it off maybe? >o<