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Message: <blockquote data-quote="shadowmask" data-source="post: 4747442" data-attributes="member: 52236">Pryzm follows the others without pausing her chatter. When she sees yet another stranger become belligerent with Odon, her childish demeanor drops. Standing on her hind feet, she hisses at the unknown stranger, "You will not threaten Odon!" Her eyes already narrowed due to her anger, she snaps her teeth in emphasis. The woman's words finally reach Pryzm through her temper. The dragon drops to her feet and, without looking at the man she had just spoken to, says, "You tried to cure another dragon? That was kind of you. But no one can cure this without me." During this speech, Pryzm moves into a position that allows the sunlight to play upon her scales. Looking to Odon, she continues, "Is this the dragon-blooded woman you were speaking of? Can we go now so I can explore the festival?" Realizing she has forgotten her manners this time, she suddenly rears up on her hind legs again. "Oh! Sorry!" Her voice is slightly higher than normal. "Hi, I'm Pryzm! Let's go to the sick dragon so we can cure him." Pryzm drops to her feet again, spreads her wings wide, and takes off. Picking a direction, the dragon flaps her wings a half dozen times before returning to land at Odon's feet. "Ummm. Where are we going again?"</blockquote>