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Of course they couldn’t understand her. Mayra rolled her eyes. Communication difficulties was always going to be a given. And it seemed her calculations were wrong too. But her senses were always accurate. What on earth was this place?

And of course the dragon could talk. Because why not?

She felt embarrassed and angry. Why was she wrong? Why was she stuck in this place with these weird individuals. One of them was a dragon, a boy was on fire and-

Mayra turned, meeting the gaze of a boy who had had his eyes on her for a while now. She was going to give him a dark look that meant <i>stay away. </i>But the softness in his eyes made her stop.

Sympathy and kindness was in those eyes. She blinked, then steeled herself, looking away coldly. Still he continued to stare.

Reluctantly she glanced at him again. The boy smiled and motioned at her quickly. It took her a moment to decipher what he had said. Her chest tightened and every muscle in her body froze.

He had – did he just-

He had looked away and moved towards the group as soon as he had done it. But she found herself staring after him. This boy with the soft eyes and kind smile. Who had called her beautiful. In sign language.

She swallowed hard as she followed after the group as they made their way into the dark hole that the dragon had made. She hid her face behind her hair, more conscious than ever of her scars and disfigurement.

People had called her all sorts of names. Especially when she was on the stage. Leering and wolf whistling. But that was when she had the cloaking device on her face. Covering up her scars.

This boy had seen her, scars and all. And yet he had called her that. And meant it.

 

She pushed aside her shock and pulled out a knife, pulling up a tough appearance, her eyes darkening.  She had no time for distractions now.

Still her heart skipped a beat when her eyes strayed to that boy just ahead of her. Who was he?

They ventured into the darkness. Her hand lit up with her energy, lighting up the tunnel as well as the fiery boy.

The one who had called her beautiful turned his head, glancing at her. He stared at the psionic light flickering in the palm of her hand, illuminating her face. He met her eyes again and smiled. She didn’t smile back. But she didn’t look away either.