[center][h1][color=red] Christopher Francis[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][hr][color=silver]𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟙𝟜, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   𝕎𝕚𝕤𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕕, 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕪𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕   / /   𝕋𝕠𝕨𝕟   / /   ~𝟙𝟟𝟝𝟝[/color][hr][/center]

During Chris's flight, a vision had suddenly confronted him. He was once again welcomed to a world of grey skies and dark abyss. All around him what appeared to be iridescent water fell around him like rain, only the droplets avoided him as if they were repelled by his mere presence; All but one that was. A single drop fell onto his forehead, the liquid trickled down his forehead to his left cheek and became absorbed into his skin. It had fallen on him as if magnetized by his form. In that brief moment of feeling that water, strangely warm, soak into his skin; he felt the presence of eyes upon him. Even stranger, he felt no danger by the presence. He didn't even bother to look if he could at all. He felt it only as curious if not utterly silent, and in a way it was almost comforting.
 
Time resumed with Chris's vision blurry from the instance. For a second he thought he had forgotten where he was or what he was doing due to the instant disorientation of the transition between the vision and reality. Since the situation with Hazel seemed to have just gotten under control, Christmas could not heal his wounds, The whereabouts of the current enemy subnaturals, and that Brent had told him to ignore Angelique's order in the first place; Chris flew towards the designated beacon Brent had described. 

He arrived with a roar. Chris's dragon form has already taken a great deal of abuse; his wounds coupled with crimson blood oozing from shattered scales and deep forming scars reminded him that he wasn't in the best condition to be reckless. He had started to circle above the field to get a better idea of the situation. From his point he could already see Sav and Lawrence floating...Lawrence especially seemed odd, but he was too far away to see any details. Hoping to receive further instructions, and that this whole scene wasn't an ambush against him, Chris descended to where he saw Kusari and the others. Having landed nearby with a great thud of his own weight, The dragon arbiter awaited some sort of instruction from the party as he was uncertain.

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What the hell is going on?
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A thought he wanted to express in words, but his form could bare him no such communication.