"Come Tomasa, you must rise," the woman blurts, dropping to one knee as she looks the beautiful white dragon over. Even weak, she holds a beauty that many could never come close to reaching.
"I doubt I possess the ability, but I shall try," she coughs, and like she promised, she weakly begins to get to her feet. Immediately, the woman notices the torn wing, rendering her useless in the air. Clusters of her scales have been scraped off, and the areas that still hold their scales intact are covered in blood. Tomasa takes a weak step forward, her front legs giving out from all the pressure they couldn't stand. She stays in this position, her eyes slowly rising to meet those of her rider's.
"You must flee, Leah," she tells her, part of her attention shifting to the sound of their pursuers gaining ground. "I shall hold them off as long as I can." Tomasa's sentence isn't entirely finished when Leah begins to shake her head, refusing to do as she asks.
"You're asking me to leave a piece of myself behind."
"To save both a piece of me and you…yes." Leah is opening her mouth to refuse her request again when a loud shrieking sound descends upon them. The owner of the shriek falls from the sky, crushing a tree as it looks between them with sharp, glowing eyes, picking both of them apart with nothing but a gaze.
Leah flees.
She transfers magic to Tomasa.
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