<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">After ten minutes of concentration in the idling limo, Vye was finally able to locate the exact area of the scent. Vye’s heart seemed to leap into her throat. She was only three blocks away from another dragon. She had never seen any other dragons besides those in her family. Her mother and grandmother had told her stories about other beasts that were gifted with similar abilities, like dragons, bulls, and selkies. Despite the stories, Vye knew that there was very few individuals that possessed the ability to shift at all. She wanted to learn all she could about those who could shift forms, and quickly, to assess their strengths in the coming days.<br/><br/>Vye felt as though her prayers had been answered. She emphatically pushed the call button for her driver. She was bubbling with excitement as she spoke, “Monsieur Driver, if you would be so kind as to turn the auto around, s'il vous plait? I believe I saw my friend on the last bend.” She smiled brightly to herself, anxiously waiting the reply of her driver. She knew that her request was not as simple as it sounded. For one, the car wasn’t moving, and for two, turning around required lapping around a few blocks, but she simply could not have “NO” as an answer. <br/><br/>The driver made a grumbling noise, as if trying to fumble words to attempt to explain why that wouldn’t be possible. “No, no. Monsieur Driver, you must turn the limo around this <em>instant</em>, at the next light,” she calmly interrupted with her French accent lightly coloring each word with a foreign flavor, “I’m sure you’re a fully competent American and capable of doing your duty of providing my passage. I wish to turn around, now. Do <em>not</em> make me repeat myself, Monsieur.” There was another grumble at the other end of the intercom before the static abruptly gave way to silence. She waited a moment longer almost glaring at the button. Vye would have his job if he ignored her. A moment later, Vye heard the familiar clicking of the blinkers. The driver was trying to make a turn. She settled back into her seat happily with the first true relief she felt since leaving France. Everything was going to be okay, she could feel it, she hoped.</span>