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Azmirian looked down to the side and planned his descent. The next rooftop was a safe jump. Carefully, the dragon scaled the wall until he hung over the white roof. With a deep inhalation, he withdrew the pressure on his claws and slid down the side of the building until the tip of his tail touched the roof below him. Pain lanced up his spine, but he gritted his teeth and ignored it. Azzie slowly put all four claws on the flat surface and continued to the barracks cautiously. He had begun to lose an unsafe amount of blood, but ignored it.

After the same process of going rooftop to rooftop, Azzie had reached the gaping roof to the barracks. He dropped in unceremoniously and stumbled over to Rania. He smiled and plopped his head down on her lap again. For some reason nothing else mattered but that wonderful scratching she had been gracious enough to give earlier. Everything was also funny for no explainable reason, but he wished that things would stay in focus. He had just dealt with the vertigo of passing out, but twice in a short amount of time was ridiculous.