Dr-Drako

“Brrr…” The brown bagbean shivered, her black paws wrapped around her shoulders, rubbing them together to generate some heat. Ling had always been as delicate as a butterfly (as her theme suggests) and sensitive to the cold. Even though she had come well prepared, she did not expect the chill biting at her skin, the fur on her paws standing to an end. Thankfully, tucked away in her bag was a thermos flask full of hot cocoa, greedily taking a few sips of the warm beverage as she continued to follow Quest and the other griffolks who were also on this exhibition, walking a little more gingerly so that her dress does not end up getting caught in something which would result in her slipping on the ice. As she finished up her drink, the slight disappointment (from finishing her beverage, she already made plans to get more cocoa from a lee that she had met earlier) turned to mild confusion and concern as the group ventured towards the mass of purple substance, its evil glow caused some of the