History was determined by the victor? Rosalie had heard it all before, but what Gore was telling her really was challenging her knowledge of how people came to hold so much power over the dragons. She sighed, still staring into the darkness while squinting a bit to keep her eyes on the figures. How was she supposed to know anything apart from what she had studied? Unlike Gore, she had gained her knowledge through what has been passed down and not through experience. The girl felt that answering the dragon’s question would be like her walking into a trap to have him further call her naive. [i]What is he trying to say? If his kind were so great, why did it turn out like this? They couldn’t have let us win.. Could they?[/I] Speaking about a victory, just having Gore ask about her fighting capabilities did make her wonder what he had been trying to get at. She had answered him accordingly, saying that she had experience and could fend for herself if it ever came down to it. Why ask such a strange question? Did he expect for her to always use him as a shield? She folded her arms, tapping her fingers lightly. She did not want to be regarded as a damsel in distress. Rosalie despised that position the most and if the thought fell upon him to even treat her as one, she would much rather challenge him than let it slide so easily. Yet, she thought, leaning forward ever so slightly, the fact that he would spare a thought was somewhat welcoming. Maybe the dragon wasn’t so bad. Would the girl spare him a thought should he ever fall ill? She merely shrugged. Her becoming attached to a dragon? It would no doubt be pathetic of her.

Peering down from the dragon’s back, she saw that the two brothers had just spotted the fire and were now making a beeline towards it, Sigmund appearing to be the leader for this particular trek. They would have made it safely to the spot Rosalie had been waiting for them to if they had not been interrupted. Her body went cold and time almost seemed to stand still for her when she saw a bulky creature make its advance on the two, knocking Eric back who had jumped out in defence of his older brother. The bear then moved, obscuring her view and causing her desperation to climb. Were they okay? 
Gore moved before the order could be given and Rosalie was more than glad for it, watching and gripping onto the saddle anxiously. The feeling of uselessness began to settle into the pit of her stomach. There her ‘brothers’ were, staring Death in the eyes, and she was sitting safely upon the back of a crimson beast! If they died, what would she tell their father? All of this would have been her fault! Though Gore would have been unable to enter the city in his true form, it was her who had summoned the two.

As soon as the threat had been subdued, she found Gore staring back at her. To be completely honest, Rosalie wasn’t entirely sure what Gore was trying to say, but given the situation, it might have been obvious by the way he would keep looking down at Eric and Sigmund who looked just about ready to flee and warn the town. Eric had only just pushed himself back up and was by his brother’s side, holding onto his brother’s arm to steady himself before standing on is own and staring wide-eyed at the crimson beast.
“This can’t be right! News said that you had been captured!”Sigmund stated in a tone that verged more on disbelief and fear than confidence. Hearing his voice made the girl smile weakly in thanks to Gore, still gripped with the fear of losing them both.
“I would leave my brother and flee? That’s absurd!” was Eric’s faint response.
Leaning forward, Rosalie whispered, “the person who spoke first is Sigmund and the one by his side is Eric. They’re the two that I wanted you to meet,” was what she had said in a wavering tone, placing a hand over her heart. “T-that.. that really was too close for comfort. I’m starting to owe you quite a bit, you know..,” It was as sincere as she was going to get as the two Gore had saved were family to her and he had acted without her giving the order. Rosalie would then signal that she wanted to be let down and join her brothers before one of them actually decided to run off.

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 “I’m happy you’re both alive..” Rosalie breathed, running over and taking their hands in hers. With a greeting like that or not, it seemed Eric and Sigmund still wanted an explanation judging by the way they kept looking from her to Gore. After a long minute of staring and making sure that the dragon wasn’t going to do anything, one of the brothers decided to speak up.
“Rosie? This. Explain.” Such short and sharp commands coming from Sigmund, a man who was sometimes known to scold in a clear and demanding manner. However, it looked like he still may do so once he recovered from the initial shock of almost being killed by a bear and then possibly a dragon. They couldn’t be blamed for feeling conflicted between running away and staying when a creature larger than they were was staring them down. They hid their fear behind weapons and false bravery directed at Gore. “How were you on his back? Is this really... him..?”
Rosalie, in response, apologised and gave them answers to some questions they put forth. What she did not answer, however, were questions about the dragon. Gore could handle introductions and the like, himself, she believed. She made a small gesture to her brothers- or more of a quiet plea - for them to put their weapons down. Whether they would listen to her, however, depended solely on Gore’s actions toward them abd if things settled down, the girl would lead the two to the fire Gore had made where she could perhaps discuss the best way to keep him. Since Rosalie was quite new at this, she was slightly interested to hear what the Blood Dragon might have to say. However, it wasn’t to say that she would listen to all of his suggestions; she would most likely go with the most appropriate one.