the words we speak in the silence between

The man studied the dragon, dark eyes wandering over her features. They might be possessing others, like yourself. Or in objects, swords, goblets, amulets... The list was endless. He studied the woman closer, his nose twitching.

I do not think that you will be able to destroy her. You smell like her. He stated, You can sense them, especially if you have a piece of her... You'll feel inexplicably pulled towards objects, people, places.

He circled the woman slowly, trying to distinguish if she was possessed or if he simply smelled the Mad Scientist because she had created this one.