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[of_mindelan]

[It's dashed off without any of Mindelan's usual aplomb; droplets of ink are across the page, and the brush was oversaturated, so the letters are thick, bolded even, and kind of dribbly.  A little blood drips from her writing hand down to the page, or runs from her hand down the brush, tainting the letters.  There's even a smear on the edges of the

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[feathered_earth]

Are you okay??

[of_mindelan]

It's not mine, I'm fine.

Do you see that? [Unwritten: am I crazy?]

[feathered_earth]

Good.

Yes I did. It wasn't possible not to.

[of_mindelan]

I think it's settling down. If it's a god...

[Well, there are some very worrying implications there.]

[spandexisyouth]

[He saw her response saying she was fine to Krile.]

What is what? Can you describe it a little more?

[of_mindelan]

[She's kind of shaken, but training is asserting itself, and her writing is neatening.] It looks like the

[Wait, the what? What was she about to write? ... She can't remember.]

It's like a dragon, but one that's hundreds and hundreds of centuries old.

[spandexisyouth]

Oh. There are two dragons in the Sphere. One is Krile's now, and the other is Lezard's. You do not have to be worried about them!

[of_mindelan]

I've seen those. This is different.

[inthecenterfold]

White, wingless, really really long... Looks like we're staring at the same thing.

You really think it's that old a dragon, Peach-  Mindelan-kun?

[of_mindelan]

That, or it's one of the older gods.

I don't remember what the difference is. [There is one, she thinks, but... not a very big one.]

[inthecenterfold]

With dragons it's hard to say... I think Hawk would know better. Him or Huo.

That big though, I'm gonna give him some space I think. You know, unless he actually starts making a mess and causing a ruckus.

[of_mindelan]

Hawk has that little one, too. Maybe he or it can talk to it without getting it mad.

Same here, though we're not going to have a choice if it decides otherwise.

[Pause, and there's the rest of her calm again. Thanks for deserting her, jerk.]

I'm going to finish butchering this deer. Whatever that is, I still have things that need doing.

[bloody_pens]

Dragon-

It's okay. His name is Tian. He came out of a cocoon, believe it or not.

[of_mindelan]

[If writing could be dry...] Just like the rest of us. [Which says some very worrying things about the Ordeal, she thinks.]

What's going to happen when the Wilderness changes?

[bloody_pens]

Yeah. He's intelligent and he talks, he just- looks scary.

[Pen taps.]

... I don't know. I thought... there's gotta be a way to let him get up to the tree.

[[OOC: Christa mentioned that she plans on having him turn into a human in a few days, FYI.]]

[of_mindelan]

What's he going to eat? ["People" barely comes to mind.] Unless it's trees or dirt, I don't think there's enough of anything here to last long.

Krile said a few days ago that Lezard got Havoc down here. Havoc's nothing like that big, but if he can do that, maybe he can do it with the Tian.

/facepalm

[man_genius]

No such thing.

[of_mindelan]

[She keeps herself from being as acidic as her first impulse suggests, but...]

You live in Edensphere. [Not written, because it couldn't be unwritten: what would you call the being that brought us here and shapes reality to its whims?]

[man_genius]

...And? [sorry, literalist here.]

[of_mindelan]

That's an arbitrary thing to be skeptical about.