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The apparent fight that was going on a couple meters away had peaked Seraphine's interest. After all, the ground was shaking from the two in battle, which seemed impossible . . . Unless there were a dragon. At the thought, the blonde had grabbed her bag, quickly hefting it over her shoulder. Off she went, in the general direction of the fight. As she came up upon the scene, a low gasp slipped between her lips. A dragon. An actual dragon! Dropping her bag behind the nearest tree, she hid behind it, her head peering over the lowest branch. And . . . what was that? That most definitely was not a human. Nor could it be a dragon; it was too small. Blinking, she let out a low whisper to herself, "I was right!" Excited by the thought, she grinned, watching the interactions. They were talking about humans. This was probably the best time to step in. But . . . No, no - she didn't want to. What if the dragon also wanted to duel her? She had nothing more than strength (which wasn't much) and a sharpened bone. And that was probably nothing to the dragon. Then again, she didn't want to fight. Really, she didn't. Dragons weren't supposed to be violent, were they? She hoped not. Maybe they were just dueling for the fun of it!

Tip-toeing around the trees, she held her bag tightly in her hand, hoping not to be noticed. As much as she wanted to meet the dragon, she was a bit frightened by it.