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Albert's lips pressed in a thin line as he considered all the options available to them. He'd cast another shield charm around the group as the father dragon saw through them, but that did not make the man back down. He was a dragon himself, and he knew best not to be fazed by it, but at the same time play his cards right. The goal was clear: get them back to the sanctuary where they can be kept away from hunters and poachers, and muggles. It was for the best.
As the young dragon came for his seal treat, he'd cast the friend charm on it, telling it that they were not there to harm them, but to get them to a better place with more young dragons like itself. "Animalis Fidelis," he said non-verbally. While also keeping an eye on the angry father dragon, hoping it wouldn't come for Conley...for his sake.
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Mordred watched the action that went down below, and his attention was pulled back by the mother dragon as it spread its wings and stood momentarily on its feet. His eyes immediately were drawn to the contents underneath. "Look, she's already laid her eggs." he said calmly to the group, gesturing his head towards the massive creature. "We can put the dragon to sleep, and move her and her eggs to her designated crate," he wasn't up for fighting a new mother dragon, knowing how possessive they could be. Mordred looked at Kurumi, and waited for her to give out specific orders. She was the specialist here, after all.
__________________  "It didn't go quite as planned." | The Underground Studio Translation: I may have caused irreversible damage on a monumental scale. |