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SHE'S A WARRIOR OF STEEL STUFF, despite her appearances. Though she could hardly waterbreathe and the fire choked her throat, the stubborn dragonet made up for her shortcomings with physical and aerial prowess. When a stranger asked how she persisted, the seawing hybrid looked to Tsunami—the lost princess, a figure whom she nearly idolized—and puffed out her chest, maintaining the facade of a dauntless soldier. "If you believe it, then you can."
𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐘𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃'𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊. A gentle nudge followed as she pressed her shoulder against the other. 〝 EXACTLY, 〞 Tsunami replied, her tone laced with a mix of confidence and mischief, 〝 Doesn't matter what anyone else says. 〞 The Seawing straightened her posture. 〝 Make your OWN rules. 〞
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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐍, 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐓. She wasn't the thinker of the group - that right was reserved to STARFLIGHT. She wasn't him. As much as she wanted to be more like him, she wasn't. She was brave, loyal, and okay maybe a little bit bossy and stubborn but that was okay. What was more important was the situation at hand. She had came to help deal with this mysterious attacker and though she was surprised by the other person being here, she welcomed his aid. With a huff, she glanced over at the stranger with furrowed brows. 〝 Okay... 〞 She didn't fully understand but she didn't need to. 〝 how do we STOP them? 〞