Eyes opening slowly like heavy doors, Rosalie reluctantly leaned forward and peered out at her surroundings, realising they were quickly gaining on the bikes despite the burst of speed that had put quite a distance between themselves and Gore. The very first thing that entered the girl’s mind was that they weren’t falling like she had been expecting them to, the dragon still soaring through the air with strong control over where they were going. “Still.. alive..,” She stated very slowly as if she needed a verbal confirmation to even believe they really had not crashed, yet. As they passed the bikers, Rosalie turned her head, trying to get a glimpse of who they were but finding herself rather disappointed when she noticed they were of course wearing helmets. However, one of the drivers, upon feeling her gaze lingering over them, would momentarily lifted their visor, eyes sparkling with smug amusement. It angered Rosalie that they would think to fly into Gore and her to get them out of the sky - even more so when it seemed the weren’t even sorry for trying to kill another person. If she ever found out who they were, she wasn’t going to let them off easily.

When it came time to land, Rosalie was all but balanced, almost staggering a bit when she was gently propped on the ground by Gore. She believed she hid her disorientation well, sitting herself down almost immediately after a few steps, though she could have been wrong. The speed Gore had gone just to best the soaring machines had given Rosalie something to think about and though that display had given her an idea of how much control Gore had in flight, she could not help but long for the sleek and elegant machines still. She had always had a fascination for machines even if she would not admit it to anyone - even Setton had dismissed it as a temporary hobby that she would soon forget about at least a week after she had picked it up. That was just like Rosalie, though; becoming completely interested in something and devoting much of her spare time to it only to drop it a while later. Things that kept her attention for long was rather scarce compared to the many things that come and go in her head. How long Gore would last before she tired of him? Perhaps a month at most.

A quiet, shaky sigh escaped her as she looked down at her lap where pale hands gripped tightly at the material of her clothes. Her hair was a bit of a mess from the flight, but it was nothing that could not be remedied by quickly combing her fingers through it a couple of times. Biting her lower lip, Rosalie closed her eyes, thinking to the moment Gore had rolled out of the way. Though her heart still pounded in her chest, the anger she felt towards the bikers was starting to quickly dispell her shock. “Don’t let me see them again,” she hissed lowly. With a dragon, it was tempting to give the order to chase them down and make them apologise, but that was as much of a waste of time as was her thinking about the two idiots. Instead of brooding over it, Rosalie forced herself to look up and warily study the crimson beast, aiming to distract herself and see if that helped.

Her gaze first trailed over his snout, then horns only to linger over his wings. The wounds he had sustained on his wings seemed recent but not so much that it would be from the bricks and stones thrown at him. Was it from the battle three weeks ago or was it from captivity? Judging by last night’s display, however, Rosalie was leaning more toward the obvious. If Gore had not harmed anyone the night before and this morning, did that mean his captives were able to break him? She hid a smirk at the idea. She hoped so as she believed it would make threatening to torture him much easier.

While Gore spoke about magic in answer to her question, Rosalie would occasionally incline her head to show that she was listening even though her eyes would wonder to her surroundings out of habit. To her, Gore seemed rather condescending and it irked her a bit, but she decided to let it slide for now. These ‘brothers and sisters’ he talked about interested her a fair bit, though. Were there more like him? More who shared his crimson scales or did he refer to the dragon kin as a whole? Rosalie craned her head back, pursing her lips. [i]He’s confusing..[/I] she mentally judged him. [i]Dark Magic can’t be that common... and..[/I] “Even if we’ve become lazy as you say, technology has its advantages and it’s much, much, [i]much[/i] better than having the rest of us delve into Dark Magic.” Rosalie calmly retorted as soon as Gore knocked down the idea of a world based on technology. She still believed some people put effort into what they do, and having machines around only served to aid more people who may be at a disadvantage when it came to magic. She was no expert on the matter, but anyone could see that technology has benefitted many people. Perhaps the girl was just biased. “Then again.. your first taste of magic hasn’t been all that pleasant, has it?”

Rosalie merely watched Gore with discreet interest as he prepared a dish out of his catch, leaning back when he offered it to her, not even reaching out to take it. “Accurate or not..” Rosalie said, eyeing the skewered fish, “the people you’ve been around so far have already decided what you are..” She matched Gore’s smile with one of her own as her eyes fluttered back up to meet his, “or.. am I wrong, Blood Dragon?” To not even finish a meal, let alone take a bite when she really was hungry was a waste of food, but if she had been too trusting, she would soon find herself at the other end of a blade. She would hold out as long as she could. She believed she could do it. Standing, Rosalie dusted herself off and moved away from Gore, waiting for the time to depart again a short distance away.

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“You’re kinda strange, you know; I wasn’t expecting you to prepare something.. edible..” There was a slight tone in her voice when Rosalie said the last word, making it sound like both a statement and a question. “Anyway,” she stretched slightly, not yet confident enough in the saddle to move too much, “once you get me home, I’m going to introduce you to the two who sent me out here. I bet their expression’s going to be priceless.” Rosalie hid her excitement behind a humourless chuckle. In truth, she couldn’t wait to see Sigmund and Eric again despite being unhappy that they had basically kicked her out of Kalandor and had sent her all the way to Desdemona. For now, she could only ask that Gore be sensible about where they landed. Perhaps she could send a message to get Eric and Sigmund to meet her just outside of town but seeing as they still had a fair bit to go before arrival, she would wait until then.