Twin Wings: A Delicious in Dungeon Story

Thistle is waiting for us.

Ruval remained limp in Falin's arms as the chimera continued to escape the labyrinth of intersections and passages in that cramped, abandoned town. Who knew that such a dust-ridden place could prove to be so difficult to navigate? The dragon already had a decent awareness of the dungeon. What changed?

Regardless of her confusion, Falin continued to scour the floor, oftentimes forgetting about the little dragon she was carrying in her arms. Ruval had felt so light that it was almost like she was grasping at nothing. Just a ghost, an apparition of someone.

She went further down, some of the confined spaces forcing her to squeeze her way through the thin corridors and passages, all while blood continued to drip from her wounds, scattering into little puddles on the rock.

Once she managed to struggle her way through the staircase, she could feel the change in temperature, a slight chill pricking at the tip of her nose. It reminded her of her home during the winter, how often she found herself all bundled up alongside Laios as they went out to play in the snow.

How their dogs often lumped around and bounded into their snowmen and igloos, sending cannonballs of ice and snow into the air.

It was at this moment, in the midst of her memories despite the forefront not being her own, that she decided to slow down and start trekking onward in the dim, yet cold corridor. But she kept her pace up out of fear the intruders would come after her and start to attack again.

Not to mention the little draconic bundle that was still lying unconscious in her arms. Falin kept Ruval close to her chest, awaiting the moment that she'd start to hear a heartbeat or even the faintest of breaths. But from what it seemed, the young elf still needed time to recover before that could happen.

Such is the fate of one that enters the dungeon.

More importantly, she tried to grasp a particular feeling. Recognition. From not just her own soul, but from the dragon's. There was a resignation that presided in her heart, pouting when she understood that Ruval had caused her harm during the battle. But the moment the elf went down due to the Undine, she didn't hesitate to put a stop to it.

To watch it go on any longer would be torture. She'd already witnessed so much pain just from one night alone. And yet, all she knew was that Ruval was just a child. And it seemed that the dragon within carried on a similar sentiment. At least to an extent.

Journeying to the lower floors was sure to be complicated, so as they made their way towards one of the wider chambers, the Chimera chose to plop herself down to rest. Her red, scaly tail curled around her legs, taking in the warmth from the light in this peaceful clearing.

From what it looked like, it seemed like there was an abundance of large buds beginning to sprout. And others were already in full bloom. However, what was attached to the other end appeared to be sheep, otherwise classified as a monster known as Barometz.

Her enlightened eyes caught sight of the peculiar growth, tilting her head as she observed other plants that sprouted the same creature. It was fascinating, seeing monsters like this for the first time, not to mention it started to build up an appetite. But the priority was still the same: Return to Thistle with Ruval.

Clearly, they would need a little time, as the call to order was not immediate.

So, Falin chose to lay Ruval down on the ground, letting her back rest against the feathered underbelly of her draconian body.