Armand Nation.
Armand Private Island.
Gloria nudged her glasses up the bridge of her nose, her eyes scanning the beach before she glanced toward the sound of approaching footsteps. She spotted Liana walking toward them in her maid uniform, her silver hair swaying gently in the breeze, and Buddy following close behind with his usual proud, bouncy stride.
Buddy tilted his head toward Liana, his voice carrying an exaggerated, almost gentlemanly tone as he squawked.
"Cuquawked~" (Where would you like me to place these, my beautiful elf witch~?)
Liana smiled softly, her gaze sweeping across the open stretch of sand before pointing toward a spacious, flat area near the edge of the water.
"Just put them there, Buddy. I'll handle the rest."
"Cuquawked~" (As you wish, my witch~)
