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[ Her small dragon companion takes to the air when the air takes her, his ridiculous wings-to-body ratio very apparent as he flits close by but not quite in her face.

His little dragon body makes a small keening noise of concern. ]

It seems you've found a trap. [ A statement of the obvious, but before she can snark at him, he adds: ] I can get you down.

[ What is rope to a laser dragon? ]

[she's too busy flailing and trying to lift herself up to reach for her ankle without having to stretch her limbs, grunting, cussing.

at the offer, she wraps her arms behind her head to brace.] Hurry! Up!

[ All he needed was for her to be still. Now that she is, nothing's to stop him.

This means the odd, flexible spines along the bottom of his wings bend, light blazing to life at their points. A moment later these become beams, which intersect and form one concentrated little laser that cuts clean through the rope on contact.

Laser dragon. ]

DAH-!!

[whumph.

Knife knows how to take a fall, so no damage is done. even so, Scarlet opts to just lay there on her back, scowling skyward.]

...Hate this fuckin' place...

[ Dion's small Bahamut form lands lightly atop a nearby tree stump, wings folding primly so he can lean on them. They are his forelimbs after all. ]

Are you hurt?

No. No, I'm...fine.

[...

but she's not really moving, either. fuck. she's tired. this is the opposite of what she wants to be.]

Then why do you remain on the ground?

[ Asking the real questions. ]

[HUFF.]

Because...! Because...

I dunno.

But no injuries, for certain?

[ He can't help worrying. ]

[she twitches an arm, considering the appeal of just laying there and turning into mold over a long period of time.

she'd probably have to piss before then and move anyway.

sigh.

slowly, she sits up on her elbows, looking around before focusing on the little dragon.]

...You really are a twiggy little thing, huh.

In this compact form, yes.

[ Bahamut is typically what people call "kaiju". ]

The typical size of my Eikonic form is far too large to be manageable in densely forested areas.

Bet it'd put all those hoity-toity fae in line, huh?

Or terrify them, if they've good sense.

[she sits upright...then slouches forward, arms in her lap for a beat before she sluggishly bends to reach for and untie the rope around her ankles.]

I'd have done it by now. Fuck this place.

My court makes patience extremely challenging... Yet that is one thing I would not risk.

[ Twinside was not something that happened by his choice or will, and accordingly he doesn't remember it, but its aftermath haunts him still. ]

That's why you're a better person than whatever the fuck I am. Lucky fae. [she kicks one foot free with a huff, drawing her knee up to prop an arm on.]

I wouldn't say it makes me better, only that I have enough on my conscience.

[ The weight of the lives lost due to his own weakness assures him he's not better. ]

[she rolls onto her knees, then gets to her feet, swaying in place once before settling.]

Stick with me, and your conscience will be crystal-clean. C'mon. [she starts to trudge again, eyes on the ground.]

[ His little dragon body straightens as he sits up on his haunches, spreading his wings. Before he moves from the stump, severall small spheres of light appear around him and fan out over the path ahead.

Then he takes to the air. ]

It should be easier to see this way.

[she shields her eyes until they adjust, grimacing. Fuck, it's faerie fire juiced up!]

Yeah, us and whoever might be out here hunting in the fuckin' woods... [but she's too tired to get worked up and just goes with it, making her way to denser brush to inspect.

while rummaging:] It's...still kinda pissing me off. That I know what this shit is now. I didn't ask to know this crap. But now I know if I mix this thing [she snaps a sprig of something] in a drink, I could make them burst into hives. Which I guess is handy, but...

It's happening again. People are putting shit in my head again.

[...]

It's not like...telling you that changes anything. So...whatever.

People from among our...group?

[ He asks, perching on a nearby branch. ]

[she shakes her head.]

I, I don't know. I just--I...I looked at things. Drinks and, and plant...shit...and I just. Knew.

[shooting a look over at him:] It didn't happen to you? Knowing...some shit you've never known before?

[ The dragon's little horned head tilts curiously as he considers this. ]

No. I believe my court assignment did not thus influence me, but during the fog, I first found myself in an underground location I was unfamiliar with. At that time, I had intuitions which I should not, and I do still, at times.

[she exhales a nervous sound before she clenches her jaw, moving on.]

We're just...just fucking toys. Animals to play with. We're not saving shit, Dee.

It remains to be seen. But there would be a reckoning were that to be the case.

[ There is little use fighting possibility. It exists.

Yet he thinks Echo will sorely regret it if that is the truth. ]