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'What do you mean by that?' She tilted her head to the side, confused.

Waltwr headed into an area deep into the caverns, sighing. "The vault of glass."

Eight, hairy arachnid legs flattened the grass as the large body of a spider trod across the camp to the cabin titled Arachnophobia. Kind of ironic he was the camp counsellor of the cabin named after the ‘fear of spiders’ when he was, literally, half a spider. Brahms Webb had been here before, last summer, but as he looked around he saw more new faces than old. He’d have to introduce himself to the newbies to not scare them half to death. He was sure if he just rocked up to a campfire one night at least one person would spook at the sight of a spider-human centaur.
Brahms stepped forward towards his cabin, grunting when he saw the door wouldn’t fit. He’d have to improvise, but right now he couldn’t be stuffed. He opened the door and threw his bag into the cabin, then moved towards the social area. He was massive and it wasn’t hard to spot him. He sort of hoped people would approach him instead of the opposite.

'I can't read thoughts, but I can hear them.', Drago thought back.

'Wait, so you can only read my thoughts when you actively try? Like, you don't just hear my thoughts all the time?' Lyra got up and walked over to her own bed and climbed up the ladder to get in. 'By the way, where are you? I know your body is here in the cabin, but like, your soul? Or whatever it would be.'

'Like it was divided into two parts'

'That sounds... bad.' Lyra flopped down on the bed. 'Are you going to be alright?'

" I'm going to be fine!", Drago said out loud.

Lyra sat up quickly, just barely avoiding scraping her horns against the ceiling. "Oh, you're back!"

Drago turned to look at you, and you saw that his eyes are glowing red.

Lyra noticed his eyes, but didn't say anything, she thought it was just some side effect of the magic he just did. "So, that whole, thought reading thing, you don't do that all the time, right?"

"It actually never stops, hearing everything that everyone thinks about.", Drago said and pricked his finger. Allowing the blood drip into the container.

"Oh, uh..." Lyra bit her lip, there was an awkward pause. "Thats, kinda... Is there a way for you to like, not read my thoughts. That's like, kinda weird."

"For the second time, I don't read thoughts. I can hear what other people are thinking.", Drago said as he lick his finger and stirred the potion.

"Yeah, I'm kinda using read and hear interchangeably." She sighed, draping her legs over the side of her bunk bed and flapping her wings lazily. "Is there a way for you to not know what I'm thinking all the time? I'd, I think I'd rather not have someone hear all of my thoughts." She bit her lip again, her sharp fangs drew a bit of blood. "They're, like, personal, y'know."

"There is an item called SkyFire stones, that can prevent me from hearing your thoughts.", Drago said, pouring the potion into a glass and gave it to you.

Lyra climbed down from her bed and took the glass from Drago. "Ah, yeah." She looked at the potion. "So, I just drink this?"

(Hey sorry just got on)

Graven glanced up at the other being in the cabin and chuckled at the uttered words that she made. He then pulled a small journal out of his bag and leaned up against his headboard on the bed he was laying on. He yawned softly as he wrote down small notes here and there.

"Yep, once you drink this, the cells in your wings (via magic links) and on your back will restore themselves. Warning, don't sleep on your back tonight. ", Drago said.

Drago looked and saw a guy under his bunk. "Welcome to 'whatever the name is of this cabin' cabin. My name is Drago and I'm a race between humans & dragons.", he said.