"We're here. This is the place. Their conditions are all about the same, so let's look at her first." Master Talon stopped at the entrance of a cave dwelling and copied Deathstroke by flicking ash from his cigarette. He gestured for everyone to inspect the situation inside. "This Little Guy's condition is strange. She isn't having a nightmare—she's conscious, but her body can't move."
He had specifically examined every resident of the Great Beast Lair. Whenever Druids entered dreams and came to this world, they appeared in the Great Beast Lair.
It was like falling asleep in one bed and waking up—or continuing to sleep—in another.
When Druids fell asleep on Azeroth, if their consciousness could enter the Emerald Dream, it would turn into an animal. Sometimes, it would even become a completely transparent, glowing little creature, like a ghost, only cuter.
But no matter what, their consciousness should have been able to fully control their bodies. Instead, this little fox lying in a straw nest was like a high-level paraplegic. Only her eyes and mouth could move, leaving her utterly helpless.
The green dragon lady naturally stepped forward to examine her first. Helping Druid allies was one of the Green Dragonflight's duties. Though Su Ming always called her a little dragon girl, Manlinsera was not little at all. She had taken part in the War of the Shifting Sands a thousand years ago—the war between the elves and the Aqir—and was quite capable.
"Lady Green Dragon." The little fox lying on the haystack struggled to rise, but no matter how hard she tried, her eyes only rolled farther to one side.
"Don't get up. Let me take a look at you, poor thing." Manlinsera, whose face was still somewhat pale, knelt on the haystack and picked up the limp