Mystra shied away behind Jett, her silver eyes peeking out cautiously from behind his head, clearly unsure of the unfamiliar face in front of her. Her small frame pressed against Jett's neck as if she were hiding from the world.
"Freya, this is Mystra," Jett introduced, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "One of the many secrets I'm keeping from you."
But Freya wasn't paying any attention to his words; her eyes were locked on Mystra, lighting up with pure excitement. She barely processed Jett's sarcasm as she took a step closer, completely enamored with the tiny Dream Hound.
"You actually had a pet? Why didn't you say anything?" Freya's face beamed with excitement as she reached out toward Mystra.
Without waiting for a reply, she snatched Mystra off Jett's shoulder, trying to cuddle her. Mystra let out a tiny yelp but didn't resist, looking between Jett and Freya with wide, confused eyes.
