What was going on here? Piosenna felt nauseated as she watched him change form. Didn't it make him sick? To change height like that? To add things and subtract them like that? If he was the only one of his kind with that ability, what made him special? Why her? Why did she have to find his egg? Why did she have to help? She wasn't really a fighter. Just a gatherer of arrows. She can shot them, but not exactly well. And how could keeping him a secret end the war? One dragon surviving? She was sure that wouldn't help save a race. Not in the end.<br/><br/>Realizing he said that there were other elves nearby, she looked at him blankly. She knew of no others in the area. She hadn't been gone that long to warrant a search party either. So why would...At about the time the party appeared, she realized that it couldn't possibly be elves. That was just what else she needed today. To be eaten.<br/><br/>When the webbing shot out, she crouched down only to be surprised at the screams as the woman was incentarated to death.<span style="font-style: italic">What a horrible way to go,</span>was her thoughts as she was instructed to get the one on the left. Looking up at him in disbelief, she couldn't stop the words pouring from her mouth. "But I am not fighter!"<br/><br/>Her heart was racing as she gripped one of the arrows close to its tip and stood up. She wasn't a fighter damnit. Didn't mean she wouldn't at least try. Not that she thought she could survive it, but hey. The young dragon wanted help. Here was help. Piosenna only wished that she wouldn't live to regret it.