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Mystique looked at the human who stepped out of the forest. He looked both bewildered and interested. That was strange, since most humans she had encountered were carrying weapons and trying to kill her. The humans were fun to play with, but seemed so angry all of the time. She didn't understand it. Looking at this human though, she could tell that there was something different about him. He proved her right when he asked if she needed help. Of course she did! Her foot was bleeding and she wasn't sure what to do. Surprisingly, she'd never had any injuries like this before.

Myst could not talk as the humans did with vocals. She lifted her head, looking down at the human. She wasn't sure if it would work, but figured it was worth a try. Yes. Help me, she thought, directing the thoughts towards the human. Maybe he would really help her? If he could hear her thoughts that was. Doing the dragon equivalent of a sigh, she laid her head back down near the boy's feet.