Ignis, steady I murmured, my voice a low rumble against the rising wind. The dragon shifted, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He felt it too. The air crackled with a familiar tension, a tightening in my gut I knew all too well. Damn the coming night Just a tremor I lied, the words barely audible above the rustling leaves. Ignis snorted, a plume of smoke curling from his nostrils. He knew better. They all did. They sensed the wildness in me, the thing I fought so hard to contain.
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