Inter-dimensional travel was never pretty. Damian had read reports of being sucked into an alternate reality where everything that didn't matter was the same and the few things that did were altered in some key, disturbing fashion. And considering his line of work, he had always figured it would only be a matter of time until he experienced the
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Should Damian be exploring outside, looking for an exit, perhaps, curled on one of the side longs is a dragon, resplendent with scales of red and purple, covered in spines, steaming pleasantly and, at the moment, sleeping. She is quite comfortable, although she would insist that a pavilion would be much appreciated. Should she be approached, however, it would not take much to wake her.
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And then finds something else. Something fantastic, impossible, beautiful, terrifying. For a moment, Damian is only an eleven year old, not Robin and not an assassin. An eleven year old approaching a dragon. Staring, mouth open wide, forgetting caution in his haste to get closer. Maybe touch a scale.
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She sounds almost...prim. Her voice slightly accented, flavored British but a touch of something else underneath. A trace, probably, of her Turkish heritage.
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He inclines his head, just barely, before standing straight again and folding his arms over his chest. "Next time I'll wake you," he mutters. Although he's sure he's heard an expression about never waking sleeping dragons.
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