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<span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #9D612B">SO IF YOU LOVE ME<br/>
WHY'D YOU LET ME GO?</span></span></span>​</div><br/><span style="font-size: 9px"><span style="color: #544A41"><span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #9D612B">Quite the cautious one,</span></span></span> Sbatarra wasn't sure whether or not she should drop her invisibility just yet, considering the creature she was talking to.  A bronze dragon, and a wyrmling at that.  Bronze dragons, along with the rest of their metallic kin, were known for being goodly creatures.  Drow were known to be terribly evil and ruthless creatures.  Still, Sbatarra wished no ill will on this wyrmling, lest she incur the wrath of its mother, so she would be on her best behavior in these parts.  Touching down on the ground, the drow folded her smokey wings against her back, but kept them around in case she needed to lift into the air again anytime soon, but she dropped her invisibility.  Slowly, of course, so not to suddenly burst into existence with damning skin and bright amber eyes.<br/>
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<span style="color: #9D612B">"I'm traveling,"</span> replied the drow, who had since let go of the hilt of her falchion.  She tried hard not to seem too intimidating or like she wanted to pick a fight, for one never knows when a much bigger dragon might be lurking about.  <span style="color: #9D612B">"I've... come from Izmit, to the north, and I've been traveling by the way of the mountain to reach Burland Castle.  After some ruckus with a few giants, I figured the forest might've been a safer path to take,"</span> she shrugged, seeing no reason to lie to such a young creature.  She couldn't really explain it, but despite her homicidal tendencies, and generally grumpy and snarky mood towards everything, she always had a soft spot for children, no matter what race they belonged to.  Perhaps it was because she had such a trouble childhood, that she felt empathetic towards the younger creatures of this world.  Maybe it was their innocence, that they weren't yet corrupted or broken into the harsh reality that was real, every day life.  They represented something she could never hold again.</span></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="font-size: 22px"><a class="externalLink" href="http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=454315" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">*</a></span></span>​</div><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>