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Maslin frowned as he leaned over the edge of a rocky outcropping and surveyed the scene below. The watering hole he'd planned to refill his canteen at was currently occupied by a host of Ayr's seemingly more gentle native creatures. Normally this was not a huge problem for the hybrid boy but he could see off in the distance, at the other edge of the valley a large dark furred Ayrala dragon making it's way over. While Maslin was fine to walk amongst some creatures and even get a bit pushy with some to acquire water he was not going to fight a dragon for it. The constant wind and dry air of Ayr had chapped his lips and made his throat feel dry. Still, Maslin had learned his lessons from earlier, he could not beat an Ayrala dragon on even footing. The Peisio hybrid was not a particularly good fighter and carried only his scepter as a weapon. While the weapon was usually proficient for keeping him safe it was not going to help much here.

Maslin's magic had grown stronger over time but he needed to see to use it well. Ayrala could cover the area in a thick fog and it was dangerous to simply shoot magic off in hopes of hitting the irritatingly hard to attack dragons. With much of the landscape rocky there was too high a risk of a landslide for Maslin to take chances.

Instead he perched patiently on a ledge and waited until the dragon got thirsty enough to drink. All things needed to drink and while Maslin could draw moisture from the air with magic he had discovered quite quickly that magically formed water tasted really weird.

Eventually the orange haired boy got his changed to make a move. The ayrala had ventured forth and scared off the other creatures. With the dragon unaware of his presence Maslin summoned his magic and just as the dragon bent it's head to drink, tendrils of water shot up from the small lake and held the startled beast in place.

It was a bit of a struggled to keep hold of the magic as he climbed down off the ledge but the closer he grew to the water the more control over it Maslin had. The Ayrala screamed in defiance, flapping it's wings and whipping up strong winds but it it was too late.

In the end Maslin was victorious, able to claim both the water he'd need to get back to his transport spot and the cloudy looking ayrala soul.