The female gargoyle nodded, decided to wrap things up as well. There wasn't much more to speak of, and Qilby was still acting like a child (grow up, old man).
She turned to the tree, climbing up. "We will be in contact." and without even a word of goodbye, She threw herself off the tree to gain enough speed so she could fly away.
oui, voilà le triste constat.. (no idea)
She turned to the tree, climbing up. "We will be in contact." and without even a word of goodbye, She threw herself off the tree to gain enough speed so she could fly away.