Roiling Mist

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Boarding the luxury cruise S.S ANA,
My minds a mess.
"My clan dead and nothing resolved."
That meeting still has me on edge too.

Various fragrances of the humans lounging on deck and the clamor of voices flooding my heighten senses.
Making me a little dizzy.

I duck below deck, taking refuge in my cabin.
"Will I ever get use to them?"
I think not.

Too tired to really deal, I hit the sack.
"I have to get to the Western Fire clan."
I can't trust the Dragon Council
"Hopefully I can do something with the time I bought."

I don't know when I fell asleep,
But me surrounded by a thick fog?
Yep definitely a dream.
A rumbling chuckle shakes the dreamscape.

"Show yourself!" I punch the ground.
Spreading an outward wave of black fire.
The fog greedily swallows the flames.
Once again laughter sounds.

"Don't mock me!" I roar
Pupils narrowing, eye color changing, all is silent.

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