Blood, you say? [She stands still for a moment, contemplating what should be done. Normally she would pay no attention to harmless little creatures such as this one, but it is rumored that these woods are host to spirits that could curse or bless depending on how one reacts to them and their requests.
If the man is bleeding and the orb still wants more, then she should offer her own blood as well. The only problem is that she is now impervious to weaponry due to the dragon blood. No, wait. There is one spot that did not get covered by the blood, as it should always be protected by her helmet.
The Dragonslayer sheathes the sword that had been in her hand and draws a dagger to replace it. Lifting her helmet ever so slightly in order to expose the creamy whiteness of her neck, she cuts a slender but long gash across the exposed skin. She did not mean to cut as deeply as she did, and it stings in the open air. It will certainly leave a scar, but that is a small price to pay in order to receive this spirit's blessing. Perhaps it will even lead her to her missing sister.
She offers the blood dripping off of the blade to the spirit. It lands on the tip and glows brightly, finally having been repaid blood for blood. The Dragonslayer watches it grow stronger, and wincing, she asks,] Spirit, have you seen a woman with blue hair enter the Enchanted Forest?
[It replies in a soft tinkle, but the Dragonslayer cannot hear it over the pounding of her pulse in her neck. How must she staunch the bleeding?]
cw: self-mutilation, blood
If the man is bleeding and the orb still wants more, then she should offer her own blood as well. The only problem is that she is now impervious to weaponry due to the dragon blood. No, wait. There is one spot that did not get covered by the blood, as it should always be protected by her helmet.
The Dragonslayer sheathes the sword that had been in her hand and draws a dagger to replace it. Lifting her helmet ever so slightly in order to expose the creamy whiteness of her neck, she cuts a slender but long gash across the exposed skin. She did not mean to cut as deeply as she did, and it stings in the open air. It will certainly leave a scar, but that is a small price to pay in order to receive this spirit's blessing. Perhaps it will even lead her to her missing sister.
She offers the blood dripping off of the blade to the spirit. It lands on the tip and glows brightly, finally having been repaid blood for blood. The Dragonslayer watches it grow stronger, and wincing, she asks,] Spirit, have you seen a woman with blue hair enter the Enchanted Forest?
[It replies in a soft tinkle, but the Dragonslayer cannot hear it over the pounding of her pulse in her neck. How must she staunch the bleeding?]