your mistake was the hope I found
The pale dragoness didn't remember much since her trip to the lively firefly forest, nor who was around her when she crashed. She had last seen what she thought to be her brother and sister, strange to think they still resided in these lands and she had never seen them. Then again, she spent seasons in isolation in the ashen forests. Her lonesome was well met with silence there, yet she had little to worry about when she finally learned to control her flame and her anger. The changes those around her seemed to get were extraordinary, yet she for the most part seemed unchanged.
She pondered on the idea that she once again may have gotten the short end of the stick. Survival was key, though she knew most in these lands could be friendly, she couldn't help but be cautious. Not everyone was as kind as they made believe. Some had ill intent. As she began to drag herself home, hoping to find it still untouched and quiet, a call rang out. One that stuck in her audits. Balerion. He was requesting a dragon army. What for, she did not need to know. Her cold wings quickly plucked her from the ash in a burst of flames. Her amusement peaked at that, flames shooting out from her? Peculiar. Her violet eyes looked to the ice caps, where the call rang from before she set off toward the strange meeting area.
As she perched on a rock near her brother, she eyed the child who arrived before her. “I am Seraphina, born of the Danes, a dragon, I’ve come to fight with you.” She was young, too young. She shouldn't be fighting. Her eyes head turned to her brother. "Balerion, it's been some time." She said softly. "Perhaps too long. Is the little one yours?" She asked, her wings folding on her shoulders as she sat. "Whatever your plan may be, I will follow you brother."
Walk, "Talk", Think.
watch it explode, let it fall to the ground
the pale dragoness
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