alternate title: Dragonic Puppeteer! "The fight had been hideous, everybody was wounded, even the half-giant, Gale. He had taken the brunt of the champion's attack and sat there bleeding from several places with cracked ribs and burns on the right side of his face from the witch's fireball that he failed to duck completely. Saviya began her healing with him. Priestess of Bahamut, the great platinum dragon, she closed her eyes and prayed, holding her hands over him. Normally she had this tattoo, a really weird tattoo of a dragon that tended to fidget. Its head rested just over her breast (damned lucky serpent, you ask me), with his body down her back and tail around her leg. Now we've seen it rear back above her, glowing in fury and breathe a cone of energized frost at some undead she decided to turn. FrEakY! But for some reason she never notices all the glowing and the breathing and the blasting thing! This time was no different. She closed her eyes and prayed and the thing unwinds itself from her body and begins to play her like some ghostly dragon puppeteer and his fleshly marionette. Poor Gale took one look at the dragon rearing back grinning at him and decided he wasn't as hurt as he thought he was! *dry chuckle* Too late by then. Would have been hysterical but... I was next!" next in my adventures of Saviya series.