[Midsummer's Eve]
Arlem takes Adir's hand and shakes it. She has a more solid grip than it would look like.
"I'm Arlem. At Watchtower. It's been..several years now, hasn't it?"
"You seem to be doing well, though." She waves a hand at, well, not all the Frescots, but as many as can reasonably be indicated.
Ziselle pauses and looks back at Jillian, smiling as she catches up.
"They're so cute, right?"
"Can they come out and play, Mr. Spako?" The gold baby dragon clearly wants to join the festivities, after all.