Skylark fumes and snorts fire, unable to raise her head because of the magical bindings holding her down. She is buried deep underground. She is slightly impressed Meril managed to fit her mountainous body in this delve. One day, Meril, one day I shall use your bones as a toothpick. Your magic cannot restrain me forever! (choose what and who you want to be: Skylark's captor, another dragon, someone hunting her, someone coming to set her free, or something else entirely! Enjoy!)
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