Meeting a black dragon?
Ideally, it should not have happened anytime soon. In fact, if Thyrran considered the degree to which the seal had been formed and activated, then this entire scene of everyone screaming and shocking each other into unconsciousness should not have happened at all.
The ancient being sighed. Then he decided it would be better to deal with this sooner rather than later.
He hissed, eyes glinting, and slowly the room drained of color. Everything and everyone turned grey, frozen mid-panic, mid-fall, or mid-scream. Only he and the subject remained unfrozen.
He had been preparing to explain everything to his new and very confused master, if not for the sudden interruption.
"They are all alive. Just passed out and—"
"Wait a minute."
Thyrran rose a little, though it made no real difference in that tiny form, and looked over to see the fumbling dragonling, whose eyes were now alert instead of disoriented.
