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- Female
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- Fantasy (medieval or modern), sci-fi, steampunk, genres involving dragons
The female finds the fire captivating to her eyes, or maybe she does not wish to look her partner in the eye. She had seen the way he had not glanced at her initially, and she finds herself a foolish girl for dwelling on what his reason for that was. Instead, she thinks about the dragon. It will be her largest target to date, and Ranir had not asked for it to be slain. Only defeated.
Either way, it would prove to be a challenge.
Besides, Arean has a point. Maybe they could convince the dragon to relinquish the Betwixt on its own accord. Zaira doubts that, but it's a possibility, if almost impossible. She knows dragons are possessive creatures, particularly when it comes to shiny objects. While neither of them know how shiny the Betwixt is, Zaira guesses that if such a beast has acquired it, it must be special. A twang of sorrow hits her for the dragon's sake, for his kind do not exist anymore as far as anyone is aware. If they are forced to slay the dragon, they are ending the bestial race for good. Possibly for the better, she muses, as dragons were known to wreak havoc on towns and cities alike.
The thought makes her curl her ankles under her legs in a crossed position, realizing she is missing her bow. The weapon, light flickering along the silver of the frame, rests against the trunk of her sleeping tree, along with her arrows. Standing and turning in one fluid motion, Zaira retrieves the weapon and reclaims her spot.
Sparing another glance at Arean, she notices he doesn't seem to be in as much pain. Still, she doesn't feel right leaving him with the rest of the watch hours. Maybe it is her own slight fear for her safety or her concern for his fresh wound. Regardless of her reasons, she stands and binds the straps of her quiver over her shoulder. She holds the grip of her bow tightly before she turns away.
"You should rest," she says, though it is to the fire and not the knight beside her. "It will be easier to let the remedy do its work while you sleep. I do not mind continuing the watch." She does not say that she hardly slept, even if her break had been roughly a half hour.
Either way, it would prove to be a challenge.
Besides, Arean has a point. Maybe they could convince the dragon to relinquish the Betwixt on its own accord. Zaira doubts that, but it's a possibility, if almost impossible. She knows dragons are possessive creatures, particularly when it comes to shiny objects. While neither of them know how shiny the Betwixt is, Zaira guesses that if such a beast has acquired it, it must be special. A twang of sorrow hits her for the dragon's sake, for his kind do not exist anymore as far as anyone is aware. If they are forced to slay the dragon, they are ending the bestial race for good. Possibly for the better, she muses, as dragons were known to wreak havoc on towns and cities alike.
The thought makes her curl her ankles under her legs in a crossed position, realizing she is missing her bow. The weapon, light flickering along the silver of the frame, rests against the trunk of her sleeping tree, along with her arrows. Standing and turning in one fluid motion, Zaira retrieves the weapon and reclaims her spot.
Sparing another glance at Arean, she notices he doesn't seem to be in as much pain. Still, she doesn't feel right leaving him with the rest of the watch hours. Maybe it is her own slight fear for her safety or her concern for his fresh wound. Regardless of her reasons, she stands and binds the straps of her quiver over her shoulder. She holds the grip of her bow tightly before she turns away.
"You should rest," she says, though it is to the fire and not the knight beside her. "It will be easier to let the remedy do its work while you sleep. I do not mind continuing the watch." She does not say that she hardly slept, even if her break had been roughly a half hour.