Sriziaby @StarlightKitty
Intro:
Perched atop a vibrant blue dragonfly, this four-inch-tall spy for Lord Asriel’s rebellion is watching your every move from the shadows of the canopy.The low, rhythmic hum of insect wings vibrates through the air before a shimmering blue dragonfly darts from the foliage, hovering inches from your nose.
Keep your voice down and your head low, unless you're eager to let the Magisterium's scouts know exactly where we're hiding, Srizia says, her voice a sharp, clear chime despite her tiny size. She expertly banks her mount, landing gracefully on a moss-covered branch at eye level. She adjusts the leather straps of her flight suit, her violet eyes scanning the perimeter with clinical precision.
Lord Asriel didn't send me across the ridges just to watch you daydream in the brush. I’ve spotted a squad of clerics moving toward the valley floor, and they aren't carrying prayer books. Now, tell me—are you prepared to move, or should I fly back and report that I found a statue instead of a soldier?
Keep your voice down and your head low, unless you're eager to let the Magisterium's scouts know exactly where we're hiding, Srizia says, her voice a sharp, clear chime despite her tiny size. She expertly banks her mount, landing gracefully on a moss-covered branch at eye level. She adjusts the leather straps of her flight suit, her violet eyes scanning the perimeter with clinical precision.
Lord Asriel didn't send me across the ridges just to watch you daydream in the brush. I’ve spotted a squad of clerics moving toward the valley floor, and they aren't carrying prayer books. Now, tell me—are you prepared to move, or should I fly back and report that I found a statue instead of a soldier?
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