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well that would break the 4 post rule. is this thing ever coming back? I was actually looking forward to this...
Don't wanna post twice, but also kinda itching to continue :/
So how's everyone doing?
Hope you get well soon! Flu season is coming, so take care of yourself!
"Yes, I'm fine... I just... I feel like there was a voice that screamed... No that's not the word for it... I needed to sit down for a second. I'm sorry, just give me a moment to recover. Thank you." She said as she tried to steady herself in the chair and took the flask.

Allara was still dazed. She'd come to her senses enough to realize that everyone in the inn had also heard that voice, but she must have heard it a dozen times louder. She felt like a physical blow to her temple had been connected, like that time one of her marks got rough with her. What in the Hells was that?

Trying to focus, she clung to the paper and the canteen as if they would stop the ringing in her head. She focused on one word at a time. Reading had always been a favorite hobby of hers, and she was scrambling for something familiar to bring her back into lucidity. It was a job for hunting. A hunter's guild was recruiting more people to keep up with the growing demand for fresh meat, as well as to keep the animal populations in check. Bears and wolves were getting more aggressive due to remote villages expanding too quickly into their hunting territory as well as an influx of prey animals.

After reading the whole thing faster than most people would have taken to read the first few lines, she started breathing more normally and raised the canteen to her lips. She froze, realizing she had no idea if this man had drugged the liquid inside. She'd fallen for that trick before, and was not about to do so again.

Instead of taking a sip, she sniffed the bottle and couldn't tell if anything had been added, so she handed the canteen back to the man who had offered it. "Forgive me, but I've been taken in by someone I thought was trustworthy before, and you know what they say about those once bitten. I'll get myself a drink, instead. I'm sure you understand, Sir... I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name?"
I'm gonna write my post now then. It's been 4 posts since my last, right?
Nudge?
... would you mind if I stole that from you? It was well written and I get stuck in the perspective I'm writing from sometimes.
Oh, me?” She smiled, looking at the man with her green and blue eyes. She turned her body to face him and put her hands behind her back, her left hand inside her right. Many men found this pose attractive for some reason, especially when she twisted side to side slightly. She wasn’t going to question what little tricks she could use to get free meals.

Well, I used to be a princess, but I ran away from home because I didn’t like it there anymore.” She’d learned that most times, people had a set expectation about her. An orphan who got tired of sleeping on the streets, or an escaped slave, or a failed enchantress. Telling people the truth seemed to throw people off, making them believe it was just a cover story. It also gave her an edge, because she reasoned that most men would just love to tell their friends they’ve bedded a princess.

As she spoke to him, she glanced up and down at his arsenal, noting that he carried both a longsword and dagger. Smiling to herself, she breathed an internal sigh of relief and again touched the copper piece in her armwrap for comfort. She would be decently protected, at least. Motioning to the board with a nod, she asked “Do you see anything you like?” She made sure to phrase it that way, so the answer didn’t necessarily have to mean the bounties. Men were prone to crass responses whenever she offered the opportunity.

At that moment, a pair of firey eyes appeared in the middle of the room, and a voice thundered through her head, so loud that it made her reflexively cover her ears, to no avail. She didn’t understand why, but everything seemed brighter for a few moments after that. From an onlooker's perspective they would've seen her eyes seemingly glow, even though there was no light to reflect off them. Rather, light appeared to be coming from her eyes as the magic of the dragon's gaze mingled with that which lay dormant within her. Blinking a few times, trying to force her eyes to adjust and dealing with a new headache, she tried to direct her focus to the board, selecting a job at random and studying the paper. Hunting. Great. The headache flared up again, and she quietly said “excuse me” to the man standing next to her, stumbling slightly to the nearest chair.
btw when the dragon does the whole "my patience grows thin" thing, and Allara gets hit with that magic her eyes glow slightly. She doesn't know this, and she only knows that everything gets brighter.

I didn't really know how to convey that, since it's in Allara's POV. Any ideas?
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