[h1][center][color=a2d39c]Calleida Fynwynlynn[/color][/center][/h1]

[h3][center][color=a2d39c]Outside The Other Mine[/color][/center][/h3]

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Calleida was not particularly keen on people bossing her around, but this time she was more than happy to obey Thaddeus' order to back away. The wide-eyed harrier flapped her wings and took off into the air behind the group. She circled around to maintain a relatively safe distance (as in, maybe the dragon would have to actually move in order to toast her) but remained close enough to... what? Give a dragon paper cuts with her talons while she chomped her friend's head off? Along with alarm at the suddenly tense situation and remarks made, a feeling of embarrassment started to well up. Here Calleida was, feeling all cool and badass today, but even then she might as well be a canary compared to these dragons and sword fighters and even the library wizard.

Just as the tension seemed to die down a bit, yet another person screamed and tried to rush the dragon. Calleida cringed as Thaddeus 'solved' that problem. But the interaction did get her thinking. How many times did a good dragon have to deal with that every day? Calleida herself had occasionally been the subject of screams and drawn weapons from unknowing passers-by. It was quite disruptive to both your activities and your thoughts.

When the dragon transformed into a human and spoke in a calmer tone, Calleida felt a bit braver, though that murderous glare still hung fresh in her mind. The bird gulped and circled closer.

[color=a2d39c]"Miss dragon?"[/color] Calleida began, her friendly tone a little more forced than usual. [color=a2d39c]"Uh... sorry I called you slain. I know there are some good dragons. It's just, well, if you're small like I tend to be... you can't really afford to make that guess right off the bat."[/color]

The harrier swooped down and landed a few meters away.

[color=a2d39c]"I'm a hawk now. If you're really trying to get along with people, I could fly around and tell everyone there's a dragon but don't try to kill her. Maybe it would be better to learn from me than for every single person to be shocked when they meet you?"[/color]

Calleida's feathers ruffled with anxiety. She still wasn't sure what was the right thing to do here. What if she told everyone the dragon was safe, only to be blindsided when the attack came? But what if she really was a good dragon, but anyone could snap after so many screams and slaying attempts in one day?

[@Forsythe]