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It won't be long until you're running
She follows her dragon, his glistening black scales shining in the azure light, his nostrils occasionally leaving a trail of smoke (dark grease against a blue dress); she bounces, leaps, frolics with the mindless enthusiasm of a breezy soul.
They head towards a small cluster of packed bodies, towards a palette of earth and ash and mortality. Lil chirps, spiraling downwards, letting lick from his mouth a gout of red flame to spin and spiral over his charcoal bodice; she laughs, giggles, and slows to a delicate trot, hips sashaying and eyes bright, yet unaware to the tension thickening between the group. Audits flick forth, latching onto the croak of unfamiliar voices, before slanting back hesitantly, gaze darting between the two demi-gods and the other youngster (and the big man, whoever he was.)
"C'mon guys!" the skull-crowned girl cries out, worry yanked away by the excitement burning like fireworks through her veins. "The Earth God doesn't want us to fight; he wants us to help each other!" Cue a grin wide and feral.
And then, with a joyous crowhop and a sassy twitch of her tail, she turns and runs, fleeing the scene to catch up to her dragon and see wherever he might lead her next.
Yes I lied, don't think about you all the time
All my switchblade words ain't aim to cut your sweet delusions
