"Then we should go join."

The emergency has seen Glint get quite a lot of potions from the wizard (in exchange for a hasty promise to tell him about the dragon more), so she's good to go. (Her atronach will hopefully be useful here...)

More fire may or may not be a good thing.

Shouldn't hurt if it's aimed up. 

Probably.

Elerki will need more arrows, hopefully she can get some from the guards...

Looks like there's a stash, they're throwing the armory open to anyone who knows how to use a bow - the more experienced adventurers and guards are going to confront the dragon, while anyone who can shoot a bow, heal, or at least follow directions is being summoned to man the castle battlements and city walls, while everyone else flees into the castle's well-protected basements.

"Do we count as experienced?"

She glances at everyone else mustering. "Sadly, I think so..."

"Shit."

"Better than dying in a basement, anyway."

"That's the spirit."

"And, hey, I'm blessed in mad endeavors."

"Spare some for me, please."

"Of course. You're my favorite, after all."

Then a kiss for luck.

And favor! 

Well, Elerki feels ready to take on a dragon now.

Then onwards to fire and madness.

To look fate in the eye and dare it to blink.

- And it does.

The dragon dies, cast to the ground outside one of the watch towers, never reaching the town. They have injuries, but few fatalities, mostly gotten after their arrows tore apart the dragon's wings and forced him to land -

He falls to Glint's daggers in the back of his neck, and he sees Elerki, and he says in a startled despairing scream - 'Dohvahkiin?'

And then his body burns, and so does the world around Elerki.

But it doesn't hurt, somehow.

Rather the opposite.

It's like-

-opening one's eyes to the dawning morning, the rush of water falling away as your head breaches the surface and the sound of the seabirds fills yours ears again, the sunkissed wind caressing your face to lead the way to the next road.

A vista of possibility, the towering cliff of experience. She teeters on the edge.

From the sea the infinite, she plucks a concept. And, commanding (as it commands her)-

-speaks.

"Fus!"

" - What - " Glint yelps, stumbling a bit from where she was trying very hard to check on Elerki through the swirling chaos. 

Fus, apparently, means force. 

Elerki is not any less confused or surprised by this!

"What- shit, sorry-"

"It's okay - are you okay?"

She seems to ask that a lot.

"Yeah. I feel- pretty good, actually."