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[of_mindelan]

[It's dashed off without any of Mindelan's usual aplomb; droplets of ink are across the page, and the brush was oversaturated, so the letters are thick, bolded even, and kind of dribbly.  A little blood drips from her writing hand down to the page, or runs from her hand down the brush, tainting the letters.  There's even a smear on the edges of the

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[spandexisyouth]

[He saw her response saying she was fine to Krile.]

What is what? Can you describe it a little more?

[of_mindelan]

[She's kind of shaken, but training is asserting itself, and her writing is neatening.] It looks like the

[Wait, the what? What was she about to write? ... She can't remember.]

It's like a dragon, but one that's hundreds and hundreds of centuries old.

[spandexisyouth]

Oh. There are two dragons in the Sphere. One is Krile's now, and the other is Lezard's. You do not have to be worried about them!

[of_mindelan]

I've seen those. This is different.

[spandexisyouth]

How is it different?

[of_mindelan]

It's white and wingless. [More importantly...] I think it could circle the trunk of the Tree.

[spandexisyouth]

That is very big. Where is it?

[of_mindelan]

[She doesn't say: 'yeah, you think?']

The Wilderness. Not far from where we moved the cocoons.

[spandexisyouth]

Thank you.