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Cyrelle had known that this would happen, or at the least she had suspected that something would happen the moment she had met the dragon in the bank
She was sure that she would have ever thought this would happen, it wasn't every day you and a blind dragon you were bonded to ended up in some other reality
Cyrelle had taken the be careful route, she had no clue how the world worked here and she needed to know that before she did anything else
Hermione would be proud of her for having this thought process, at least it was better than what Ron would do, which would be nothing
Moonfyre had felt the call to come to this place even before she had been freed by her rider, she didnt know what had caused the feeling but the moment she could answer it she had
It had been the right thing to do for her and her rider, of that Moonfyre was sure
Moonfyre was in the forest, hiding, as she had been asked by her rider, her rider had placed protective spells around the area she was in
It was better for them while Cyrelle was figuring out the situation they were in
Aerion was known for believing himself;f to be a dragon in human form, even the small folk knew about that
Everyone tried to be careful when he was around, he rather hated that, sure as a prince of the blood he had a certain level of power over others
He wax currently watching a play, it wasn't that interesting but there was a dragon puppet and that had drawn his attention
Cyrelle had somehow managed to find herself in an area where a play was going on, the puppets were made with remarkable skill and care
She isn't really focused on the play, she came there to find someone she can get information from, she had gotten really good at getting into peoples mind
They would be drunk enough to not remember her or the pressure they would feel when she enters their mind
Her eyes land on someone, the perfect amount of drunkenness, it takes a matter of minutes for her to make her way over to him and enter his mind, taking in all the information she needs
Dragons no longer roamed this world, shed have to make sure Moonfyre stayed out of sight for the time being, she was not going to use the dragon unless she had too
Cyrelle hoped it didn't come to that though, knowing her luck she mentally prepared herself for it to
A commotion breaks out a few seconds later, coming from the stage, where the play had been happening
Cyrelle gets closer, her need to help people's making itself known rather quickly
She sees a man, from the memory's she had just viewed, the man was a Targaryen prince, he was ripping the fingers of the girl she had briefly seen during the play
The girl was dressed as a knight and it was clear that She had slayed the puppet dragon
The prince must have taken it as a slight against him
A stupid reason to harm someone but it didn't seem to be stopping him for doing it
Cyrelle casts a low powered blasting hex, she doesn't want to hurt the prince really but she doesnt care about where he lands as she moves towards the girl
" let me see" Cyrelle says, carefully looking at her fingers, she can see the bone, it was clear that it would take her quite awhile to heal and it was likely she would never work with puppets
Tanselle holds her tears back, she had known it was a risk to do this play but she had been unaware that as prince had been watching it
The unkown lady that is helping her is a complete mistery, her clothes say that shes a lady from a big house but if that were the case she would be better known
Aerion groans as he picks himself up from the corner he had been thrown into, he didn't know who had done it but it had been like nothing he had ever felt before
Cyrelle helps Tanselle take a drink of healing potion, enough to fix all the damage done by the prince
" this will help heal you, okay?" Cyrelle says softly
Aerion comes back with a vengeance, violence drumming in his blood, how dare they harm the blood of the dragon?
It's at this point, just before Aerion can do harm to the woman in from of Tanselle that dunk comes in, he takes in the situation rather quickly and acts, punishing the prince in the face and throwing him out of the way
Cyrelle takes a few seconds after that to ensure that Tanselle was okay, she gave her a few coins after she had discreetly used her magic to make them the right kind of coin
After doing so, Cyrelle leaves the tent, it would become clear it had been her that had thrown the Prince the first time before the giant of a man had done so and she had not desire to be away from Moonfyre for longer than needed