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Grrel was sitting on her sun warmed perch in Eowyn looking out over the sea in the direction of Ayr. She sighed with disgust, “I should really head there and go hunting again... but it’s so damp and misty! How can I fight in there? I’m meant for open spaces and warmth!” She complained. The damp actually helped guide her electric magic towards her target, but she wasn’t about to mention that. But she really should go hunting… if she didn’t practice then she’d never get stronger… Growling to herself, she stood up and shook the sand off her scales and flapped her wings, preparing for takeoff.
The sun was at its peak when she reached the land of Ayr; the wind was damp and chilly, just what she hated most! She didn’t venture in too deep, her last visit here had hurt and she didn’t want a repeat of an ambush as she was fleeing from another fight. Looking about, she slunk from spire to spire, clinging to the rock in hopes of blending in. Not too much hope though, she knew her beautiful bright scales were standing out like a blob of light in this dreary land. Sure enough, she felt a movement in the winds that told her she was being followed. The wind was supposed to be blowing to the west, yet she felt a strand of air moving south, towards her. Growling softly to herself, she cursed the Ayrala’s for their sneaky ways and their stupid ambushes… She turned and charged at the direction she sensed the dragon was lurking.
She ran right into him, her scales sparking with anger and a bolt of lightning prepared to throw. The bolt hit her foe in the chest, making him roar in anger. Grrel snarled in happiness, and charged in after it. She fought the best she could, but after the Ayrala dragon got over the shock of her first attack, he began to get the upper hand. Grrel screamed her annoyance and hit him with one last bolt before fleeing... one of these days she’d kill these stupid Ayrala dragons!