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🕑 Added 2025-04-09 13:43:53 +0000 UTC$dragon_name stays stock-still as their mind buzzes - going at speeds no mechanical contraption could take before splintering off. It spins and spins, going through the horrible implications, the dread they stir, then settling into something you wouldn’t call calm, or reassurance, but a crisis averted nonetheless.
”So this is all Merlin’s word, isn’t it? Why should we trust the man? Your mother calls him a liar and a pretender; he clearly hates the both of you, so I don’t see him above twisting and bending whatever he truly saw - whatever that may be, if he even saw anything - into a story that’ll make you out to be a villain. How convenient for him.” The more they talk in your mind, the firmer their conviction grows, the clearer their mind becomes. “I don’t trust this prophecy,” they say outloud, to speak power into the words, let them fill the space between you, hang in the heavy air.
