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         "The festival's today. I'd almost forgotten."

Saga swayed back and forth on Jon's shoulders, keeping time with his footfalls. As they neared the town and his excitement grew, he seemed to forget his fear of her. He chattered on, almost as if he were talking to an old friend. And oddly enough, as the colorful flags and streamers draping the town grew nearer, the more her excitement grew as well. A dragon flew by far overhead, but she payed it little mind. Whatever it was doing likely held little interest for her.

She suddenly felt a sharp jolt, as if she had been drenched in cold water. Somewhere there -was- a dragon who had made itself a little too interesting. The festival and town forgotten, Saga disappeared, spiriting Jon away with her. She reappeared half a world away, in her territory, her home, the cemetery. It was pitch dark here, and quiet. Everything seemed as it should be, but there was an odd tension in the air. Whatever dragon had been near here had already gone. But she decided to settle in and wait for a while, in case it should ever return.