['To Elodie hiding from her in her lair]
Your name, little bird? Speak your name.
Elodie.
El... o... die... Exciting.
What do you want?
I want what is promised. What is owed. Every generation, your kind must pay.
My kind?
The scent of royalty betrays you. It's in your blood. Now, my favorite part. Run. [Elodie scream and flees down cave with dragon's fire at her tail, lightly burning when she hides round a corner] Did I hurt you? Quiet now? A clever one. The last one was over so quick.
Mother wanted you to fight. [Tears off strip of her dress to dress her wound and uses a locket as a lightsource to guide her]

