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   his migraines were on the edge of bearable today, but still- still. when he asked for peace to work on his reports, he expected peace to work on his reports. peace, and quiet, and the cool, dim air of his office to sooth the points of stabbing pressure between his nose and at the base of his neck. cullen had been trying to massage the tightness out of his neck when he’d heard the knock, the creak of the hinges that needed to be slicked again. he pressed the palms of his hands into the back of his neck, squeezing his eyes shut for a long moment. he really needed to get a lock for his doors, or something. he didn’t even deign looking up.

Slow, and easy, she moves into the other’s territory, tail-tip flicking with an uncustomary nervousness. The other she-dragon is old- older even than she, and with age came power the likes of which few beheld. Such was always the case, with their species, it seemed. 

Curiosity loneliness had driven her to attempt to approach the other female, slowly- her blackened-violet scales glinting in the dim light. It had been centuries, now, that she’d been alone, after all, and so few of the beasts like her remained in the world. 

      " Rather surprising for you to travel this way. " The welcome was pleasant, though features quickly fell into a curious manner as he added, " No trouble has occurred, has it? "

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She is dangerous, one of the few chosen to walk behind Mythal in her temples. Dragons are not uncommon, but ones with the will to change their form are fewer still. He doesn’t trust her, nor does he trust anyone so close to their God.