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Since you asked politely:

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As was her nature Ada first jumped at the call and whipped around, looking every which way. Her blue eyes were wide and startled at the sudden noise. Nadia turned slowly to look up the steep cobbled street that ran winding along the river, her brow creased slightly in confusion. Her lips were still parted for a story now forgotten.

More shouts floated down in the breeze. Ada tensed, listening. She frowned and bit her lip, a furrow creased into her forehead and her brows knit together. Her eyes were filled with worry.

Beside her Nadia continued to stare up the street. A muscle twitched at her temple and her mouth was now pressed into a thin, firm line. She was clenching a corner of her pink scarf. Sinews tightened beneath the skin of her hand, taut as lashing cords. Her knuckles paled white. The gypsy mumbled under her breath, just as likely a prayer as a curse. Ada did not seem to hear her.

“Wyvern!” The call came clear down the mountainside, accompanied by other shrieks of fear and panic. “Wyvern from the Heath!”