Boxes fell around the store, and the sounds of fighting and clanging erupted beyond her sight. She rode hard on the back of her goose-like stallion, its feet splashing in the water rising around the store - its ineffective wings trying to lift them both. She sighed softly watching it struggle, knowing the pain of never being able to lift oneself out of their own demise. She took pity upon it. Fingers shifted and slight ministrations of power lanced from her fingertips and into the wings of the creature. The water pulled back from them - as if reeling away in disgust. The magic touched upon it, forcing it back, also blackened it. The foul stench of stagnant water spread around it, and as the water pushed backward the air seemed to grow lighter. The goose creature left the ground just as the water would have pulled it under. The stale air of the store lifting it from the floor, and with careful movements of her magic allowing them to dodge and dive around the falling boxes. 

She caught up to the black prince, and she caught his intentions finally. He wasn’t going to slay the dragon, not unless he had to, he was going to befriend it. Smart move, really, to make the friend of such a hideous monstrosity. She doubted it had the mind, or the capacity for thought, to listen. It was, after-all, a toy purchased from Temu. Still, though, the idea intrigued her greatly. Shifting her weight to keep herself and her mount airborne, she let a little of her magic flow outward to the dragon - the sensation of calm and relaxation floating behind it. Rather than the subtractive magic of death, she used the additive of life - to give hope to their cause. 

“Come, Ser Knight, Ser Dragon.” She spoke softly, lacing her power into her voice - a suggestion of command behind it. “We should focus on the enemy, should we not? We must defeat these monsters so that we may prove ourselves worthy.”