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She’d been here for around two weeks, had somewhat gotten herself accustomed to the situation, although she hadn’t fully accepted the reality that all she’d fought for was now gone and those here were the last remnants in an attempt to save all of humanity. That aside she’d been unsuccessful in locating her partner; being informed that they perhaps weren’t here yet, which left her in a somewhat vulnerable state as it appeared her power and its strength was directly linked with whoever was supposed to be her master. Unfortunate should any other servants decide to pick a fight. As such it had been a priority to find them, as well as keeping a close eye on her mother to ensure her safety. When she does eventually sense their presence as others told her she would, she’s not quite sure what she expected but it wasn’t this.
Although she’d felt their presence, she’s momentarily distracted by the sounds of people screaming and she inherently couldn’t ignore those in distress. Approaching the main city of Utopia it wasn’t hard to miss what exactly others were running from; she’d not seen something so large since Grima, while the fell dragon was probably three times larger it’s immense size was nothing to shrug at. Realising her partner was likely right in the middle of all the confusion she makes quick steps towards the centre. Whatever the creature was, it didn’t seem to be doing anything but standing there so she can only hope it wasn’t an enemy. As she gets closer and closer, directing others to safety as she does so, she feels the strong pull that she can only assume is the ties that bound her and her master, though loathe was she to be anyone’s servant she knows it’s only a title; a moniker. Once she stands a fair distance away from the beast, the area utterly desolate and only herself and it remained she’s somewhat perplexed. Surely this wasn’t...
“...” Then it hits her, though she finds it hard to believe, what she felt couldn’t be mistaken could it? “Er...” staring up at the gigantic humanoid, wondering what she should do. It didn’t appear to want to attack her or anything, it was rather motionless. So she does the first thing that comes to mind, her aunt Emmeryn was always one for words first rather than striking out, so she takes a page from her book. “Excuse me!” She yells up as loudly as she could “I erm...can you hear me? Could you perhaps...come down?” Although even if it kneeled she’d still have to shout up. She only hopes her hunch was correct, otherwise she may find herself squashed under its foot.
