~The Forests of Avalon, A Dragon Roleplay~

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He chuckled and shifted himself in the tree, reaching his arms into the air and closing his eyes, "If I ever do, that will be the day. I dream of that day."
"Yeah, whatever." She muttered, sinking her claws into the tree bark to hold herself in place. "Now, can you take me to my den and get Voodoo? I think I broke something..."
 
"Yeah, whatever." She muttered, sinking her claws into the tree bark to hold herself in place. "Now, can you take me to my den and get Voodoo? I think I broke something..."


"Pffft, broke something? You look like bloody death hit with a pan and plucked like a chicken, poor Sprite!" He laughed and gestured at her, "sure, sure. Whatever you wish."
 
(so now what? is camilla or stephan free? maybe one of them could come to ask brisingur some questions or something, its just a sugjestion.)
brisingur moaned and lifted her head "what happened?" she asked feeling lightheaded.
(Well, she needs to rest. But we can fast forward several hours for this part.)

When she woke, three dragons were standing in the room. One was Kyra, the others were a male and a female that hadn't been around when she had been brought in. When she spoke, Kyra hurried over. "Brisingur, you were chased by some dragons earlier. Can you tell these two dragons what you told me?"
 
"Pffft, broke something? You look like bloody death hit with a pan and plucked like a chicken, poor Sprite!" He laughed and gestured at her, "sure, sure. Whatever you wish."
"Thanks." She grumbled sarsasticly, raising her good arm for him to grab. "Be gentle if you can... it hurts."
 
 "Thanks." She grumbled sarsasticly, raising her good arm for him to grab. "Be gentle if you can... it hurts."

"Do I look like a rabbit?" He asked, grabbing her arm and pulling her up. He steadied himself and grabbed the base of her wing with his other hand, "Ready?"
Without waiting for her answer, he pushed himself off and started into the air.
 
"Do I look like a rabbit?" He asked, grabbing her arm and pulling her up. He steadied himself and grabbed the base of her wing with his other hand, "Ready?"
Without waiting for her answer, he pushed himself off and started into the air.
"I am now..." She gasped in surprise as he yanked her up. "To your first question, no. You look like a mentally challenged sparrow."
 
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