[se] a rollercoaster kind of rush

When Alys had first braved Caido, wandering beyond the bounds of the Hollowed Grounds, she had not been the friendliest of women. She had been quiet, and withdrawn, and if a stranger had approached her with a broken kite and a disarming smile, she would have simply stared, unsure how to respond. But that woman had long since disappeared, and the seer as she was now took a look at the young man, the dragon, and the kite (?) and hid a smile. It seemed that her new companion had worse luck than she did when trying to put together his kite. So Alys did the only reasonable thing, which was to gesture for the young man to join her. "Be my guest," said the seer. "I've plenty to share." From behind the seer, a little white head poked out; Sascha peered up at the young man and the dragon with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. Still, her best companion friend was a dragon, and the sight of Pip had the little ursur cub trundling out from behind her bonded, rising onto her hind legs to investigate the new arrivals. "Sascha," Alys said with a small sigh, resigned to her companion's behavior. "Sorry about her," she told the stranger as she wrapped a bit of fabric around a stick. Her kite was almost finished and ready for the air. As for his, well... the less said about it, the better, in her opinion. "She doesn't know if she wants to meet new people or if she's afraid of them." alys glasse