OOC: Thanks Bird!
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Angara extended her talons and was about to pluck Pio from the water when the elf waved her off.
I have something I need to recover, Anagara. Will you wait, O Beneficent One? Pio had learned her lesson about the temperament of dragons well.
Angara went into hover mode and watched as Pio dove repeatedly among the debris, searching.
'Ah! There it is!', she thought to herself. A piece of the helm column on which the wheel was attached had been caught in the long fronds of a kelp bed. She reached for the crystal device attached to it and removed it, securing it within the waistband of her pants.
As she kicked her way upward, she saw a darker figure ahead of her making for the surface. Someone long, tall, and thin.
Ulrich the Black broke the surface first, his glowing red eyes glowering evilly at the dragon above him. He shook his fist at her, and she screamed in rage at him and thought to dive at him and rend him stem to stern.
But then his face registered an unholy look of surprise and with a soundless scream he sank beneath the surface of the waves, an ominous stream of red flowing out from where he had gone down.
Pio rose to the surface, and washed her longblade in the clean seawater. Angara swept down, plucked her from the waves,and headed back to the Lonely Star.
I hate violence she thought to the dragon, but sometimes it's expedient.
Angara looked back at her, and smiled.
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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