[ Maglor flinches, and for a moment he sounds... afraid. Just a moment. A breath. So swift it might be imagined. Just for a moment there is a memory of something in his eyes.
(It had looked like their steward. Until it grew claws and fur and tried to murder the captain of the guard. Maedhros has snapped its neck without flinching.) ]
I have a long history with dragons, Xingchen. None of it is good.
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[ Maglor flinches, and for a moment he sounds... afraid. Just a moment. A breath. So swift it might be imagined. Just for a moment there is a memory of something in his eyes.
(It had looked like their steward. Until it grew claws and fur and tried to murder the captain of the guard. Maedhros has snapped its neck without flinching.) ]
I have a long history with dragons, Xingchen. None of it is good.