Outside of the Verlate Caves within the orchard of Wisteria, the gibiyaan hissed and bayed after their serpents’ nostrils sniveled the air and identified the familiarity of their current masters. Levi’s assigned herdsmen happily gave over their reins of caring for the creatures when Tate walked over to one of the macabre creatures, letting it smell him well enough before petting the beast’s smooth scales at its neck. Under the careful strokes of his fingers, it nearly purred as its black-grey hues thrummed in a crescendo of purples and golds.
“Miss me?” Tate smirked. Though the gibiyaan’s responding hiss sounded spiteful, it leaned into his wary, withdrawn hand for more attention. Sébastien glared at his creature with blanketed confusion when the gibiyaan nipped at him while he reached o
