[hr][hr][center][h3][color=#9370DB][b]☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/fbjDf03P/811f468296e2c205d4b5d19d5d6c0b9ff7745b0e-00.gif[/img][hr][b][color=#9370DB]Location:[/color][/b] Mount Rushmore, South Dakota
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Nancy was moving lightly on her feet even after the dragon's death, her blood pumping thunderously throughout her body. She felt like she had just downed seventeen coffees all at once, the caffeine going straight to her heart and sending it into overdrive. [color=#9370DB]"Thanks, it felt pretty badass, not gonna lie,"[/color] Nancy told Niah with a wide grin. She felt so incredibly [i]alive[/i]. It was like the world around her was clearer, sharper, more in focus. She felt everything more intently, like her senses had been kicked up to an entirely new level. But mostly, she was living completely in the moment, her mind focused on where she was, the when and the now of it all. This was what Nancy did best - she was a hunter at heart. 

	She chuckled a bit as Mads handed her a gigantic dragon fang - it was easily the size of her arm. [color=#9370DB]"Neato,"[/color] she commented, feeling the weight of it. [color=#9370DB]"Yeah, taking some of this back would be rad, as long as we avoid anything that's cursed. Isn't that a thing with dragons and their gold?"[/color] Nancy asked. She vaguely recalled hearing some things about how it was bad luck or that misfortune would come, but if a little gold meant they didn't need to worry about Niah dropping them to their deaths on the return trip, Nancy didn't care about a minor curse.