Blister would look around at the relatively silent crowd of dragons misting about the area she was in. She looked down at her claws; Hm. A meadow or field presumably,but moreso a rock with thick,squishy moss. She did not like that. She looked back up,recognizing some familiar faces; Morrowseer,Burn,Gill.....So. She was indeed dead. Odd. Her wings fluttered and she looked around,eventually spotting -YOU-. You seemed easy to manipulate to get out of here. She cautiously approached you.
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