Anna: AH! QUICKSAND!

Lucia: and this is what i get from hirering a furry guide

(The girls Said after they accidentaly steped into a pit of thick warm Quicksand after they were in a ture in the jungle)

Anna: at least I Can see forward to a few moments of peace after your fat Butt sinks into the muck

Lucia: Hah, FOOL! We dragon-kin are all naturaly bouyent

(They Said now up to they’re waists in Quicksand, sinking at the same pace as they bicker, even as they sink)

Anna: This is all your fault, stupid lizard.

NUH-UH! Furball!

(Now up to they’re shoulders in the Quicksand they now just throw insaults at eachother, not even careing that they’re sinking)