She looks up in surprise, because that voice was aloud and not human and the only other she knows like that is Cyril, but he would know on sight that she-
And then she sees Falkor and her eyes light. "You came," she says, and there is more relief than imperiousness in her voice. "Did you hear my call?"
"Of course," she says, dismissively, though her expression is one of such relief that it belies that. She's glad, glad that she can still be heard, that someone listens. "I am Sybel, lady of Eld Mountain."
"Hmmmm, luck is not magic, but I suppose luckdragons do partake in dreams," Falkor says thoughtfully. "It's nice to meet you - do you live in the big house too?"
"No," she says, slightly clipped, and staring at him with a frown. "What is your name? You are a luckdragon. They must tell stories of you, and yet I have never heard..."
"There are only few of my kind," Falkor says humbly. "It's alright." He settles around the tree, coils like the long snake that he is. "My name is Falkor."
"Falkor," she repeats, rolling the name around in her mouth. She will remember that, and remember it well. "Falkor the luckdragon. I am honored that you came to my summons. Tell me what you can of your kind - your rare kind.
At any rate, his head peeks out from between two forlorn, snowy trees.
"Hello? Are you quite alright, Madam?"
Yes, this would be Falkor's bronze-bell voice, right there.
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And then she sees Falkor and her eyes light. "You came," she says, and there is more relief than imperiousness in her voice. "Did you hear my call?"
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I am ice, I am untouchable.
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She won't ask for his name, not yet.
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Duh.
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She would wrest this being away, if that is the case. She has proven herself stronger.
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