Devera remembered being a dragon, wreaking havoc in the Brecilian. And then... she had arms and legs and she was no longer a dragon. It had been extremely disorienting, and she had had to take time to learn how to be a human. The Venatori that had helped her had taught her much, but that did not mean she was perfect. After all, she'd only been human for a month before they sent her back to Amaranthine. Now she was here... and it was weird.
She couldn't settle, knowing she was around people who were a threat to her. But she had her purpose — to ensure the darkspawn and the Blight wreaked as much havoc as was possible. Though for the time being, the Blight wasn't an issue. The Venatori had suggested that she go into hiding for a while, lull the wardens into a false sense of security while she lived amongst them. Got to know them. Made them her friend.
Humans.
Friendships.
Devera rolled her eyes as she resumed reading, she was learning about plants. Inconspicuous enough, right?
She couldn't settle, knowing she was around people who were a threat to her. But she had her purpose — to ensure the darkspawn and the Blight wreaked as much havoc as was possible. Though for the time being, the Blight wasn't an issue. The Venatori had suggested that she go into hiding for a while, lull the wardens into a false sense of security while she lived amongst them. Got to know them. Made them her friend.
Humans.
Friendships.
Devera rolled her eyes as she resumed reading, she was learning about plants. Inconspicuous enough, right?
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