An infuriated Attilicia leapt up, her hind hooves landing squarely on the face of the infatuated Druid before she took off, disappearing in the blink of an eye into the storm clouds that had yet to disperse. The Druids, too late to give chase, were left feeling lost and awkwardly indecisive, unsure whether to pursue their budding romances or first assist the Silver Dragon they knew, their former moonlight muse.
With a thunderous crash, the female Silver Dragon broke through the steam clouds and landed heavily, the ground beneath her instantly collapsing into a massive sinkhole. But, as she had anticipated, she did not catch the unexpectedly fierce Red Dragon Whelp.
