[ a pointless death, even in dreamland, was not on viren's list of things to do today. and without magic, even with his changes, he stood little chance against the fully-formed, dragonic beasts (and still, so much more familiar to the dragons he know from home).
he manages to slip into the crevice, aided by the help of — something? someone grabbing at his arm, pressing in far enough that he's just out of reach of any searching claws.
his heart's drumming wildly in his ears, and the adrenaline still pumps through his veins. he catches his breath. so while as dark as it is, and as unadjusted as his eyes are, he can't actually be sure — but the fleeting voice had jogged enough that he replays the sound of it in his head. there's a stretch of quiet, only broken by the noise of frustrated growls outside, that's a beat too long to be proper. then, ]
awkward family reunions
he manages to slip into the crevice, aided by the help of — something? someone grabbing at his arm, pressing in far enough that he's just out of reach of any searching claws.
his heart's drumming wildly in his ears, and the adrenaline still pumps through his veins. he catches his breath. so while as dark as it is, and as unadjusted as his eyes are, he can't actually be sure — but the fleeting voice had jogged enough that he replays the sound of it in his head. there's a stretch of quiet, only broken by the noise of frustrated growls outside, that's a beat too long to be proper. then, ]
Soren...?
[ with uncertainty, ]
Is that you?