239 Star Shaped

"Well, if that is what you wish, O seer," said Mercer as he started to jump lightly up and down, getting the blood flowing.

Mason stood beside his younger brother and began to unclasp his scabbard from his belt.

"What are you doing?" said Li. "Use your weapons. Elsewise I will hear excuses about not being able to use your full strength."

"But-," said Mason as he looked down at Tia, the dragonling barely even reaching past his knees. 

"Just do it," said Li. "Or you'll make her even more annoyed than she is."

"That's right," said Tia as she crossed her arms, haughty expression on her face as she leered at the two brothers.

"She's a dragon, brother," said Mercer as he unsheathed his choice of weaponry: two daggers. Basic steel daggers and quite old, it seemed, with how worn and discolored with sweat the leather handles were. "And trained under the guiding hand of the divine seer no less."