and on to the glory at my right hand
A second chirrup of greeting trills from Sugar's throat, but when it becomes clear that there will be no response, the pale dragon falls back a little, nosing at Oria as the spriggan closes in. Leaving their companions to grieve in their own way, Ronin carefully angles himself to land on the ledge, his own draconic wings spread wide as if ready to freefall if he needs to. But it appears that they've found what they were looking for, even if it won't do any good from here.
"I think she's got a clutch," he murmurs, nodding towards the fissure in the stone nearby. "Or had, anyway." Now that he's close enough, he can see a sign of disturbance that suggests something may have gotten into the dragon's eggs. "I imagine she was trying to protect them when she was hit."
"I think she's got a clutch," he murmurs, nodding towards the fissure in the stone nearby. "Or had, anyway." Now that he's close enough, he can see a sign of disturbance that suggests something may have gotten into the dragon's eggs. "I imagine she was trying to protect them when she was hit."
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