Sera had a little lamb

He was nodding along to her words, through something in his expression hinted at a doubt. However, at least this time it seemed he was more likely to bite her story then before. She let out a soft, shaky breath. Keeping it slow, so he wouldn’t see any trembling of her lips. Iron. She could do this, the world was at her fingertips, she was free.

”Yes.” She said with certainty and emphasis. That's right, the big bad boss lady was her friend. A whole pack would rise up if this knucklehead tried anything. Her breath hiccuped when he crouched. For a moment, she was certain he was about to pounce her. A haze flashed before her eyes, and she fought back the fear for the millionth time. She would never be the victim again, so help her. Never.

His flop only helped to bolster her. He was no longer holding a threatening pose, he was believing her story. And why wouldn’t he? So long as she believed it true, he would see no lies in her. She warmed to her story, opening it in her heart like a book, until she felt like a hero on the pages. “She’s even bigger then you are, and has dragon scales around her ears.” she described this ‘boss lady’ not even pausing to consider if this feature was common in the land she found herself in. She tapped her own scales for emphasis. She believed in her heart-of-hearts that they were a dragon, not a lizard, feature that adorned her. “Beloved by her entire pack, and keeper of sheep.” Duh why else would they have a sheep on a collar “Her people believe sheep are holy, so killing this one would only worsen the hot water you’d land in” She continued “So if you just let me on my way, there won't be a whole pack hounding you today.”

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