Princess padded through the camp, shaking her head uneasily and snorting in agitation. She should know better than to go through the shiny things again, but they were just so pretty, and now she seemed to be back in the first Future Place she ended up in. The humans here all looked like they had when the shiny human had injured her and chased her to the place where the ARC humans has rescued her and given her a home.
Only this time the humans didn’t cower and run from the apparent fire breathing menace that she was far from. These humans, a few of them stared in awe, but many poked and prodded and jeered at her, muttering about “lame props” and “why did they even need a dragon?” and her agitation grew by the moment, gradually turning into panic. She began roaring at anyone who approached, head bowed low, horns displayed defensively as she stampeded through a few of the tents.
Charlie could hear the commotion coming from one of the main battle grounds. She groaned in protest. “Don’t they know mythical battle is next week?” She dropped the sword she had been shinning and moved from her tent. A few others ran by her, curious as to whatever was causing such a stir. A few screams were let out at that point, followed by what sounded like a stampede. “Hey!” She tried to yell over the other voices, now breaking into a sprint towards the large thing. “Stop!” She held her hands out in front of it, trying to halt it from moving any further. Whoever built this thing had an eye for detail she’d give them that.
“C’mon, you’re ruining the dark elf kingdom!” She stomped her foot not in temper, but trying to regain her authority in this place. “Chill.” The red head turned to try and shoo away some of the other knights, choosing to handle this obstruction herself. “Just, chill. Alright? C’mon out of there.” Now they had to rebuild the west end of the enemy kingdom. Blargh! Squinting back at the thing, she couldn’t find any seems or wire work. What the hell?
The creature froze at the sound of shouting, the authoritive tone and turned to face the redhead, the apparent leader of this herd of humans, with an irritated snort. Half of one of the tents was tangled around her back fins and mostly she was annoyed with herself for getting caught up in a place like this yet again, but at least no one had attempted to impale her so far. She stood, staring at the girl, shifting uneasily from foot to foot as her tail swished like an agitated cat, only hers moved with enough force to wind a person that wandered too close.