Much as Ellisaria dislikes the intimation of weakness, she dislikes being impaled on a mountainside even more. Her human form is simply more subtle, and thus better suited to evading the gronn.
Unfortunately, it is also conveniently sized to be eaten in one gulp by the mirror-faced snake (what) that comes out of literally nowhere.
At least she is alive to be indignant, even if she's no longer in Outland.
"It would be. Though I do imagine too many admirers could be tiring, after a time..."
"Where I come from, many are inclined to bite back. Forgoing the opportunity is simpler, for everyone."
Shrug. "Still, it'd be sad if I never got to interact with interesting people."
Heh.
She rests her head on her paws. "Do you want to just spend the next week trading magic lessons, then?"
"Alright!"
Brisingr continues being an apt student, at least, over the next few days.
The town, rather wisely, leaves them alone, and the towns folk don't even approach the scattered gold.
Until, shortly before they were considering leaving, a girl rather clumsily steers a canoe up the river, docks it near the ruins of Dale, and starts walking towards the mountain. She's watching the skies - and mostly just walking around the scattered treasures, only occasionally glancing at this or that, usually when it threatens to disrupt her footing.
She's shorter than an adult human, maybe three feet tall, but not proportioned like a human child, with bare furry feet.
Ah, a gnome. And it seems the curse is dying down.
Presumably she will notice the dragons sooner or later, even if they aren't doing much in the way of movement at the moment.
She does, eventually, spot them -
Startles a bit, takes a deep breath, then starts very determinedly heading right for them.
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