[it'll have to be good enough, because time is of the essence on many, many fronts. Cecelia keeps the wind cleaved in front of them, planting her feet as she stands up front; should her magic give out, at least she can fall back on Darin - he has a better chance of catching and righting the both of them than herself alone.
she draws a steadying breath, lifting her chin, and then calls out over the wind in draconic - a bit tough to do with some of the vocalizations not really being the sort of thing a half-elf throat can shout, but she does her best. and when she doesn't get an immediate response, she repeats her question in sylvan. then in abyssal. and before she can try something else, the head of the dragon turns and its eye fixes upon them.
and narrows.
trying to keep a straight, stern face is very difficult in the face of something like that, but Cecelia can do nothing else. but rather than an exchange of dialogue, the dragon just looks back ahead...
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she draws a steadying breath, lifting her chin, and then calls out over the wind in draconic - a bit tough to do with some of the vocalizations not really being the sort of thing a half-elf throat can shout, but she does her best. and when she doesn't get an immediate response, she repeats her question in sylvan. then in abyssal. and before she can try something else, the head of the dragon turns and its eye fixes upon them.
and narrows.
trying to keep a straight, stern face is very difficult in the face of something like that, but Cecelia can do nothing else. but rather than an exchange of dialogue, the dragon just looks back ahead...
and starts to do a barrel roll.
oh no.]