Dara runs for a little ways, the dress hampering her normal speed as she isnt used to it. Taking a good look at her surroundings she keeps an eye out for a good place to hide, or running water, in dire need of some mud. The white garment blazes like a beacon amongst the dark of the forest, she knew that much, and making it look like the color of the earth at least muting is brightness somewhat would be of help in her keeping a low profile. She kept her ears perked for sounds of the dragon or anything possibly coming at her.