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The vision shown to her was brief, yet alarmingly clear in what it conveyed; an inevitable conflict between a dragon and a troll. Her immediate assumption was that Garrock’s attitude had caused a [misunderstanding with Runa’s brother, but really, the dragon could have just as well been Rudrick, or even someone fully unknown to her. Same went for the troll. With the vision over, there was no real way to infer any more details from where she was standing.

Which meant—

[color=#595555]“Runa! I think— I think we should interfere. I believe that’s one of yours — and one of mine. We need to hurry, before things truly escalate!”[/color] With that, she snaked past her new friend, following an invisible thread that still connected her to what she’d seen. 

The dark, winding tunnels looked like the esophagus of some great beast, each step taking her deeper and deeper towards its belly. The more she thought about that, about wilfully putting herself in danger, the less afraid she was, curiously enough. Perhaps her fear had reached its peak, overflowing and turning into something else entirely: anger. 

Anger at herself, for losing sight of the old dragon in the first place; at dragonkind and their propensity for conflict with other beings; at Garrock in particular, for being an old, stubborn fool, and at [i]herself[/i], for being worse by an entire tail’s length, and most likely about to die because of it.

[color=#595555]“Darkness take it all,”[/color] she cursed under her breath, and picked up the pace.
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