"I have never been a [i]character[/i]," spits Sayanastia. "I am a [i]birth defect[/i]. Every time Heron tried to grow I was there to poison her bones and sand her tongue and rip the joy from her heart. I have tried time after time to make this world silent and she was my only success. How she blooms now - that is always who she was always seeking to become, the moment I ceased preventing it."

As big as a dragon. Not bigger. Even like this you cannot imagine bigger. 

For all of her magnificence, the wicked star has plucked the wrong heartstring. It is depression that animates the Dark Dragon, but hers is not the glittering sadness of a broken heart. She is not in love. She does not mourn for love. Look to love, always - but one cannot look upon the darkness. 

A missed note. A moment of silence. Space for nothing, and nothing comes, filled with stars. There are stars for ribbons. Stars for braids. Stars for scales and stars for swords. Stars for eating, because the void is ravenous. If you are only afraid of the story ending wrong then you are bold, bold - too bold.

Sayanastia severs Inara's vast and gentle paw entire. 

"Fighting you will not bring her back," said the Dark Dragon, licking the blood of stars off her talons. "But it will make you [i]stop touching what's mine[/i]. Do I have your attention now, little fox? Are you listening to me rather than the sound of your own voice?"

[Fight: 8
Inflicting a Condition and taking an object from my opponent.]