Kire grinned. “You give me too much credit. I still get plenty scared of many things, and war is one of them. But—yeah. Facing a dragon and living to tell the tale does wonders for your nerves, turns out. And I mostly worry about others.” She let her hand linger in his grip for a few moments before gently tugging it free. “As for this war, well, my anger at the Gemini wins out over whatever fear I may have, if only a little bit.” She shrugged. “Alternatively, maybe I’m just too thick-headed to be scared shitless at things I should be backing away from,” she added, smirking.

She stepped back a bit to find a spot to sit on, facing the sunset. The colors reminded her of the memory she had just shared with him, and she smiled softly at the thought before pondering his question. “Maybe. There are stories, art, songs about dragons in Amria, but none of them quite measured up to the one I saw. Either nothing that humans make could ever really capture something so godlike, or this is a different kind of dragon.” Kire frowned. “The Seers aren’t exactly the most straightforward people I’ve met. If they even are people. The most they’d told me after I woke up after days of unconsciousness is that I was successful in my battle, and the dragon had gone back to hibernating. I should hope so, I portalled into its mouth and stabbed around in there before it tried to eat me.” She wrinkled her nose at the memory. 

She looked down at the Ring in her scarred hand. “You know how in legends and fairy-tales, there’s barely any explanation for how the hero gets his powers? It’s just some deity saying, ‘here lad, magic sword, go forth upon thine holy quest’. Or the hero was off on some other errand when he stumbles upon some mysterious forest and presto! Magic animal grants you wishes. When I got older, I’ve always wondered about that. And then I go and meet some Seer who practically gives me the ‘here, magic Ring, take it’ speech. I mean, the discussion was longer than that, but when I look back on that moment, there weren’t a lot of real answers there.” 

Kire shook her head, sighing. “Sorry. Rambling.” She grinned, running a hand through her hair.