A cockatrice had thrown the Outer City into utter chaos this afternoon, and the merchants that bred the volatile creature managed to herd it away from the main populace. It was now a task for the Thunder to hunt and kill the cockatrice, equipped with mirrors to deflect any direct eye contact, lest they wished to be turned to stone atop their dragons. Dragons were impervious to the stony stare, and thus was a small blessing for the scouting group mean to scour the farmlands.
"Surely these mirrors are useless if we are up this high in the sky. How can one make eye contact with this distance?" Nadya sighed, but still held onto the thin mirror in the other hand.
Her dragon, Kalyss, rumbled with her thoughts. It was his way of begrudgingly agreeing with her.
"Let's do one more sweep before moving onto the valley below." Hours had passed, the the lone cockatrice could have found a hiding spot for the rest of the growing night above them. They could not let this go on any longer, not when it still posed a risk.
Gods, those merchants are about to get their breeding licenses revoked. She mused to herself.
"Surely these mirrors are useless if we are up this high in the sky. How can one make eye contact with this distance?" Nadya sighed, but still held onto the thin mirror in the other hand.
Her dragon, Kalyss, rumbled with her thoughts. It was his way of begrudgingly agreeing with her.
"Let's do one more sweep before moving onto the valley below." Hours had passed, the the lone cockatrice could have found a hiding spot for the rest of the growing night above them. They could not let this go on any longer, not when it still posed a risk.
Gods, those merchants are about to get their breeding licenses revoked. She mused to herself.