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With her back turned to the group, Ursula's expression could not be seen. But the knee-jerk reaction of a "hrmph!" upright posture could be detected at Cyrus' mention of a 'dragon'. After a moment's pause, she finally turned, her face darkened ~ "I'll be in my tent if you need me, Aragorn." ~ She spoke coolly, before sweeping past the others and out of the cramped quarters.
Aragorn instinctively glanced at his cousin. She, too, looked startled and her eyes spoke to his ~ Are you sure about this, Aragorn? ~ He saw the fear that swiftly came and disappeared from her face. He knew she would never back out, but her self-doubt seemed almost infectious. She stood, her gaze alternating between Aragorn and Cyrus, chewing her lips subconsciously. Behind her back, her fingers clasped and unclasped.
I have not much of a choice. ~ Lines momentarily formed on Aragorn's forehead ~ Damn Ursula! If she were on our side, things would be easier! ~ It was true; her valour and skills were exceptional strengths, ones he was unlikely to find even in men. Yet now, she was sulking... women! ~ He emitted an involuntary growl, before facing Cyrus.
"Alright, then. A dragon it'll be." ~ Knowing that his tone sounded anything but casual ~ "Soo... any plan that you have in mind that you'd care to share?"
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