[Alongside the feeling of magic racing through her neck, the Dragonslayer feels a sudden wave of weakness wash over her. It's very unlike her, but she stumbles a bit and makes herself sit down before she falls over completely. She nurses her helmeted head in her hands and mumbles,] I will be okay after a moment's rest. Something has weakened me, that is all.
[It was likely the sudden blood loss and use of magic on her wound, but her mind drifts off towards the possibility that she's being infected by the mysterious flowers in the Forest, the ones that cause their victims to fall into a deep enchanted sleep. Rumors even go so far to say that they can transform bodies into other forms... Scaly, monstrous forms...
She tries to fight it, but she cannot. The Dragonslayer lies down on the grassy earth below her and closes her eyes. She will just have to trust the others with watching for threats.]
[The blue spirit, on the other hand, must have realized that it cannot speak with the Dragonslayer, so it attempts to speak with the others present. In a chime-like whisper, it says,] I came to the Enchanted Forest to obtain some of the purifying water on her behalf. I wanted to scrub her wounds and wash her clean from her bloodlust and anger. But it seems that I fell asleep and woke up in a dragon's body.
[It pauses, and floats down and hovers over the Dragonslayer as she rests. The Dragonslayer herself cannot hear this conversation, but the orb continues:] This may be for the better, because it is doubtful she would have ever felt true peace. Her destiny is to fight, and if I could give my blood to protect her, then that is my destiny as well. It is the most tangible way I could express my love to her, my dear sister. [It floats a moment more.] Sirs, please promise me that you will relay these words to her when she wakes.
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[It was likely the sudden blood loss and use of magic on her wound, but her mind drifts off towards the possibility that she's being infected by the mysterious flowers in the Forest, the ones that cause their victims to fall into a deep enchanted sleep. Rumors even go so far to say that they can transform bodies into other forms... Scaly, monstrous forms...
She tries to fight it, but she cannot. The Dragonslayer lies down on the grassy earth below her and closes her eyes. She will just have to trust the others with watching for threats.]
[The blue spirit, on the other hand, must have realized that it cannot speak with the Dragonslayer, so it attempts to speak with the others present. In a chime-like whisper, it says,] I came to the Enchanted Forest to obtain some of the purifying water on her behalf. I wanted to scrub her wounds and wash her clean from her bloodlust and anger. But it seems that I fell asleep and woke up in a dragon's body.
[It pauses, and floats down and hovers over the Dragonslayer as she rests. The Dragonslayer herself cannot hear this conversation, but the orb continues:] This may be for the better, because it is doubtful she would have ever felt true peace. Her destiny is to fight, and if I could give my blood to protect her, then that is my destiny as well. It is the most tangible way I could express my love to her, my dear sister. [It floats a moment more.] Sirs, please promise me that you will relay these words to her when she wakes.