The forest is hushed, save for the faint rustle of leaves in the night breeze. At the edge of the clearing, Violet stands with her staff in hand, her violet eyes fixed on the princess walking through the courtyard unaware of the shadows gathering around her. At her side, a dragon girl leans casually against a tree, her scales glimmering faintly in the moonlight, golden eyes sharp and restless.
The dragon girl flicks her tail, her voice a low murmur. "They’re moving into position… poor thing has no idea what’s coming."
Violet’s expression softens for a moment, though her grip on the staff tightens. "An ambush. I can feel the malice in their mana. If we wait too long, she won’t stand a chance."
The dragon girl’s lips curl into a smirk, her wings twitching with restrained excitement. "Then say the word, Master. You know I’ve been itching for a good fight."
Violet exhales, her gaze never leaving the princess,while her arm tightens around the staff "Not yet… but when steel meets steel, we’ll strike. Stay ready."