[it's far too chaotic for a sassy rebuttal, so the most Darin gets from her is frightened shrieks as they go 'round, clinging onto him with no mind for propriety anymore. just not dying is on the docket for now.
she blinks through wind-streaked tears and shoots a glare up toward the dragon's head as it turns to spy them still holding fast, and she realizes that the best she can hope for from this beast is not diplomatic reason, but just the furious single-mindedness that seems to have brought it out this far from its den.
she sits up once they've righted, still hanging onto Darin, still fixing her eyes ahead.]
...We're not winning this one. Not unless...we can hang on...and tire its fury out on us...
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she blinks through wind-streaked tears and shoots a glare up toward the dragon's head as it turns to spy them still holding fast, and she realizes that the best she can hope for from this beast is not diplomatic reason, but just the furious single-mindedness that seems to have brought it out this far from its den.
she sits up once they've righted, still hanging onto Darin, still fixing her eyes ahead.]
...We're not winning this one. Not unless...we can hang on...and tire its fury out on us...