[She wriggles her fingers some, and the scales flex strangely with the muscles as they move, and she eventually lets the hand drop. She walks forward with new vigor, as if it will chase away whatever seems to haunt her now.]
The price is that I cannot control it unless I tire, once it is done.
[Or she is killed -- but best not mention that out loud, lest some angry god hears her.]
It comes at the cost of my mind. I become filled with rage beyond tempering. But with the glow, the dragon can be guided...so long as the her rage can be withstood.
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[She wriggles her fingers some, and the scales flex strangely with the muscles as they move, and she eventually lets the hand drop. She walks forward with new vigor, as if it will chase away whatever seems to haunt her now.]
The price is that I cannot control it unless I tire, once it is done.
[Or she is killed -- but best not mention that out loud, lest some angry god hears her.]
It comes at the cost of my mind. I become filled with rage beyond tempering. But with the glow, the dragon can be guided...so long as the her rage can be withstood.