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Spice didn't really care if the red dragon sat on her back, warming up to the creature by the second, she smiled, though the woman was explaining what a murderer was. The dragon's talons didn't hurt her much, and as she listened to the definition of murderer, she watches the mare -Resplendence-. She watches her eyes and the way she shifted. The way she watched Spice with a look of concern etching onto her features.
And along with that look a concern, came a look of fear and shock from Spice. The girl who didn't really believe in those kind of things. Death by another of your kind. Who would kill so... so...ugh! That is horrible. Horrendous. Spice did not like it. When the mare suggested they both go to a herd land, where it is supposedly safer... the girl gets even more paranoid. She doesn't want to be caught on her way back to the Dragons Throat. It would be...scary to be caught in the mist and fog of a murderer's trap.
Well, she would guess a murderer had a trap. Why not? You cannot just kill someone out in plain sight. That would be even more murderous than murderous. So, bloody. She would suppose, dark and stick it would splatter the ground in a stain of crimson. Spice wakes up from her thoughts and visions of murder behind caught eyelids because the red dragon, he leaves Spice and goes back to his rightful place on Resplendence's poll. "I can make it back to the Dragons Throat alone, ma'am" she says honestly. She just had to fly. No biggie.
No...biggie.
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When your young, you just run...
But you come back...to what you need
Spice didn't really care if the red dragon sat on her back, warming up to the creature by the second, she smiled, though the woman was explaining what a murderer was. The dragon's talons didn't hurt her much, and as she listened to the definition of murderer, she watches the mare -Resplendence-. She watches her eyes and the way she shifted. The way she watched Spice with a look of concern etching onto her features.
And along with that look a concern, came a look of fear and shock from Spice. The girl who didn't really believe in those kind of things. Death by another of your kind. Who would kill so... so...ugh! That is horrible. Horrendous. Spice did not like it. When the mare suggested they both go to a herd land, where it is supposedly safer... the girl gets even more paranoid. She doesn't want to be caught on her way back to the Dragons Throat. It would be...scary to be caught in the mist and fog of a murderer's trap.
Well, she would guess a murderer had a trap. Why not? You cannot just kill someone out in plain sight. That would be even more murderous than murderous. So, bloody. She would suppose, dark and stick it would splatter the ground in a stain of crimson. Spice wakes up from her thoughts and visions of murder behind caught eyelids because the red dragon, he leaves Spice and goes back to his rightful place on Resplendence's poll. "I can make it back to the Dragons Throat alone, ma'am" she says honestly. She just had to fly. No biggie.
No...biggie.
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