Jupiterâs Ghost is the first to start reacting, a deep and fearful rumble that you feel reverberating in both your mind and through the air. Her patterns alternate between brightening and dimming, as if unsure whether to banish the dark with light or hide from danger. A sentiment shared by your own bioluminescence, sympathetically flickering.
Your phone buzzes as a message lights up the screen... Donât open the door? You want to, you want to help, to scope out the situation, to do something instead of nothing. But you donât, despite your eyes already affixed to the handle. Against your own wishes, concerns, and fears, you donât open the door.
Jugo continues to growl, her snarl deepening as you relay the information back to her; you donât blame her, and she knows you donât. Instead, you do the few things you can and focus on that. Keep your large dragon daughter calm, try to keep the rest of the kids calm, and keep your eyes and ears open just in case.
