You wretched whoreson! I will kill you for this! I swear it!" Azoth sounded pissed. It took a half second for Diana to remember why, then she felt that weird tingling all through her body, and then the pain of waking up. Ignoring Azoth's continued ranting and raging at a fae man likely long dead, she lifted her hand to her head. Her hair was all puffed out and felt wiry to the touch. It crinkled loudly between her fingers. And had the horrible scent of burned hair. If she could open her eyes she would’ve cried. Her hair, the most beautiful part of her body, was completely destroyed. "Diana," Azoth must have noticed her movement. He took her hand and held it in his own. "Are you well? Say something." A pained roar sounded in the distance. Her teeth vibrated with it. The dragon, she realized. "Diana. Do not leave me again." Azoth's voice choked as he spoke. He was terrified. Of her leaving? She supposed anyone would be when she was the only company to be had for one thousand years. "What happened?" She had to force her lids open through what felt like several days worth of caked on dust.
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