[color=gray][right][h1][color=C1cdcd]Lilliana[/color][/h1][color=C1CDCD]Mentions:[/color] [@Cello]
[color=C1CDCD]Location:[/color] Era Streets[/right][hr][hr]
[indent] Lilliana let out a groan.

It felt like minutes she’d been laying there - maybe it had been? She couldn’t tell. What she could tell though was that somebody was trying to help her get back on her feet, at least. She squinted at the shape of one of Leon’s pixies as it fluttered nearby. It wasn’t long that it stayed, but she felt the odd sensation of some of her wounds and scrapes sewing together by the creature’s restoration. She’d always thought healing magic was.. weird. Not that she’d had it applied to her a lot - but when it had been it felt...muted to her. As if it should have done more but didn’t. She chalked it up to her own magic somehow interfering with it.

It wasn’t long before she gathered the will to prop herself up on her elbow, feeling the soar spot in her side where the fairy had managed to un-break one of her ribs. It also wasn’t long before the fairy returned to its master, soon replaced by the sensation of wet drops falling from the sky. The Dragon Slayer tried to shake the blurriness from her skull. Had she hit her head? There was a sore spot on the back of her head - but she doubted it was bleeding, thanks to Leon’s aid. Her gaze shifted up as she saw sparkles of light in the corners of her vision. Was that- it was the dragon. Scratch that - whatever it was that [i]looked[/i] like a dragon. Her guildmates had killed it. She let out a breath of relief. She’d have to figure out what the hell that thing was. Because it definitely wasn’t a dragon.

She sat up, pulling her legs underneath herself to get in a kneeling position. She paused for a moment as she felt the drops of rain pattering down around her. One hit her cheek. Her face immediately changed to one of dreadful realization as she realized she’d dropped her mask. Her feet were immediately under her as she stood, her eyes moving to the ground and the various bits of debris that cluttered the street. Her scaled hand moved up to rest over her mouth as she looked around for the oh-so-vital accessory. He heart fluttered as she spotted it amongst a pile of debris and her hand quickly grabbed it before she replaced it onto her face. [i]Now[/i] she let out a breath of relief.

She turned and looked around at what was remaining of the street. Her guildmates were scattered about - bruised, but not beaten. She felt an odd hint of pride. She shook her head. Must be the hit she took.

She shifted her feet and began walking towards where she’d seen Leon, her gaze passing over the shape of the stranger she didn’t have the pleasure of meeting. She’d been too occupied. She came to a halt a few yards away from the fae-summoning mage, finding a sizable chunk of stone debris and lifting herself up with one arm to sit on it.

She remained silent for a moment before her half-draconic voice penetrated her now-recovered mask. [color=C1cdcd]“Leon.”[/color] She said, her gaze scanning over the remnants of the city. [color=C1cdcd]“Thank you.”[/color]
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