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[hr][center][h3]~1445 | PARIS | FASHION SHOW VENUE[/h3][/center][hr]

Tossing aside a singed hair that drifted down to her cheek, Vera frowned at the braggart wizard blowing hot air in her direction. She already missed the dragon fire that had threatened to immolate her. He talked too much she decided with a knowing pause. A difficult disease to cure when death was not an option.

She did not begrudge Edward his question, he was finally concerned with something that mattered, and on annoyed reflection she was forced to agree that the pink haired woman they were supposed to be protecting was nowhere to be seen.

[color=#63B8FF]"I don't know,"[/color] Vera simply said.

"The spell was distraction enough," she added with another deep frown, gesturing where the dragon had been before it faded into the aether. [color=#63B8FF]"Za dvumya zaytsami pogonish’sya — ni odnogo ne poymayesh."[/color]

[color=#63B8FF]"If you chase after two hares, you’ll end up not catching even one,"[/color] Vera generously translated.

Her features softened as she turned towards the seriously wounded Lucian, [color=#63B8FF]"Are you alright, Lucian? Did you see what happened to your friend?"[/color]

He was brave, if nothing else. And loyal, he fought even when he should have given up. She could forgive much for such traits. A loyal soldier was often enough.