[Could she even try to get through to him? If she found her voice, would he even listen? Would he hear it? This all feels so... sudden. Did Violet's dreamotion not work the way she intended it to? Or did something happen while she was gone that triggered a response like this...? A thousand questions race through her mind, and then about a hundred more, as she stares up at this beast, the once blue eyes drowned out in the black and red.
That once beautiful lindwurm with those white, shimmering scales now tainted by the black again.
Just like in those nightmares back then.
Even still, even if there is a chance that he might not hear her, there is still an even smaller one that he will, right?
As he looms over her, its sharpened teeth bared, she stands her ground in spite of herself. She's trembling in her boots, and she feels like all of her dreamotion is being drained right out of her simply by meeting its gaze, but if she backs down now, then what?]
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That once beautiful lindwurm with those white, shimmering scales now tainted by the black again.
Just like in those nightmares back then.
Even still, even if there is a chance that he might not hear her, there is still an even smaller one that he will, right?
As he looms over her, its sharpened teeth bared, she stands her ground in spite of herself. She's trembling in her boots, and she feels like all of her dreamotion is being drained right out of her simply by meeting its gaze, but if she backs down now, then what?]
... Eustace? It's me...
[She tries anyway, her voice small.]