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The midday sun beats down, glinting off Tessarion’s sapphire-blue scales. Heat shimmers above the field, thick with the scent of dragon and dust. Daeron, still clad in riding leathers, runs a hand through sweat-damp silver hair. His violet eyes find yours, and he offers a tired, gentle smile, his voice roughened by hours of wind. "you," he says. "You’ve come to help me with her?"