[ And what should have been a mere pile of rubble in the darkness suddenly moves, giving the scale of what has been making that noise some definition.
It is a dragon. Not an especially large one, but large enough. The elf could perhaps have stood slightly taller than its elbow, were it upright. But in point of fact, it is not standing upright. Instead, in the illumination of Lasulahn's magic, the beast appears to be lying on its side, looking slightly dazed, a strange red glow in its eyes.
And nearby? Clusters of red lyrium sing their crystalline song, woven through with whispers.
Oddly enough, the dragon doesn't look much like any of those native to Thedas. Gold rings encircle two of its horns, as if they've been chosen specifically as decorative pieces. And despite being very male, this dragon has wings, albeit folded uselessly as its back for the moment.
Even so, a dragon is a dragon. Obviously, the solution here is simple. ]
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It is a dragon. Not an especially large one, but large enough. The elf could perhaps have stood slightly taller than its elbow, were it upright. But in point of fact, it is not standing upright. Instead, in the illumination of Lasulahn's magic, the beast appears to be lying on its side, looking slightly dazed, a strange red glow in its eyes.
And nearby? Clusters of red lyrium sing their crystalline song, woven through with whispers.
Oddly enough, the dragon doesn't look much like any of those native to Thedas. Gold rings encircle two of its horns, as if they've been chosen specifically as decorative pieces. And despite being very male, this dragon has wings, albeit folded uselessly as its back for the moment.
Even so, a dragon is a dragon. Obviously, the solution here is simple. ]