She stood there, waiting for the direboar to move in her direction.. It stopped drinking and looked up into the sky for a split second before a giant red and white.. thing went crushed it. The shock of the sudden event caused Zenovia to lose her concentration, sending her spirit back to her body. She gasped as her spirit rammed itself back into her body. She felt like throwing up, but she shook her head, regaining her composure after a few minutes. She slowly got up, using her staff as a support, her legs wobbling slightly as she rose. [color=ed145b]"FUCK!"[/color] she shouted aloud as if she stubbed her toe. Her heart slowed as she calmed down after her outburst.

She jogged quickly toward the river, only to see a giant lizard's maw tearing into the unfortunate animal which was now a pile of viscera. She stopped just outside the trees, closer to the river, her staff's rings jingling as movement came to a sudden halt. Her eyes wide, she stared at the dragon, taking in it's massive form and power. There was nothing she could say. She wasn't about to accuse a giant beast of stealing her prey. Her crow swooped down quietly, perching on Zenovia's staff, also watching the gruesome spectacle.

[color=7ea7d8]"What is a dragon doing here? Outside of Pyresia?"[/color] Her mentor spoke up as she too stared at the massive creature. Since all dragons were blessed with innate magic, the blood covered dragon could easily sense Zenovia's mentor's presence next to the Kvaren.

[color=ed145b]"A.. Dragon.."[/color] She repeated softly. She marveled at it's imposing presence and the amount of blood it had on it's scales. She suspected that it had killed a lot of animals or creatures to get that bloodied. Her instincts told her to run, but her mind wished to gaze as this magnificent, brutal creature.