[color=silver][center][h2][color=#595555]𝐹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔[/color][/h2]
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Fellwing did have to admit that at least this once, teamwork truly did help their cause. Much faster than she'd expected, the ground under them turned solid the way it had in her vision, with familiar vines looming wherever they looked. They made her feel uneasy. Who was to say they weren't going to end up entangled like the very dragons they were here to save?

[color=#595555]"Be careful,"[/color] she whispered, more out of habit than necessity. No one was going to go near the thorns on purpose, she wagered.

Just then, she heard something. Wings still glued to her sides, Fellwing craned her neck towards the sound, eyes wide from disbelief. She hadn't heard old Endora's voice in what felt like ages, but there was no mistaking it. She'd spent countless hours listening to her, and even now, in this moon-forsaken place, her voice filled the young drake with relief.

No. She quickly shook away that thought. Any relief she felt was misplaced. Endora could not be here, and as far as Fellwing was aware, the old dragon didn't have the magic to communicate from far away. Surely, if that was something the Moons - or indeed, the Darkness - could grant her, she would've told her years ago. 

But then, how...? Eyes narrow, Fellwing walked a few steps past Stargaze, who'd been leading the way, and surveyed the area. Were they no longer alone? Had someone - something - spotted them? Or could it really be...

Just in case, she leaned closer to the others and asked, hesitant:[color=#595555] "Did... did you hear that?"[/color]

[hider=ooc]Fellwing Surveys an Area, and with a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/25124]4[/url], doesn't see shit.[/hider]
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