Dragon Born Luna
Around me, the others were putting the finishing touches on their own creations.
Nessa had crafted a delicate music box from spare wood and clockwork parts, its surface inlaid with fragments of mother-of-pearl she must have scavenged from somewhere. Lissa had assembled a functional trap using thin wires and sharpened scrap metal, its mechanism hidden beneath an artful arrangement of leaves and twigs. Pipa’s creation was a deceptively beautiful comb,ivory at first glance, but with a flick of the wrist, it transformed into a slender, razor-sharp blade.
And then there was Lyra.
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