[ At least Bariyan's not staring at her. He's busy keeping his eyes on their surroundings instead, looking and waiting for the exact moment when a cluster of demons might decide that the two-legged creatures scurrying across the ground might be more interesting than the dragons in the air.
But more stray fire is hitting the ground around them. Bariyan spends a second looking longingly towards the group of unfamiliar dragons nearby, then starts to pull at Lady, intending to head away from the fighting.
Hastily, he tries to reformulate his question: ]
Where did you come from?
[ He looks at her now. Notes the dress. Her neatly braided hair. The flowers. She looks awfully out of place here. ]
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But more stray fire is hitting the ground around them. Bariyan spends a second looking longingly towards the group of unfamiliar dragons nearby, then starts to pull at Lady, intending to head away from the fighting.
Hastily, he tries to reformulate his question: ]
Where did you come from?
[ He looks at her now. Notes the dress. Her neatly braided hair. The flowers. She looks awfully out of place here. ]