[She gives her one last lingering look, unimpressed by her doubt, but whatever, it is what it is. Rosalind watches the dragons as they come near. For the time being, they're ignoring Angel; Rosalind is what they're interested in, Rosalind and her bloody torso.
Their pace picks up. She's just standing there, and they're too stupid to think it's a trap; they imagine her easy prey, and yet as the first opens its jaws to bite at her--
--she disappears.
And reappears, four feet back, closer to the pen. The dragons start at that, but they're not so easily deterred; with a snarl they rush forward, and Rosalind disappears again, reappearing closer to the pen-- again and again, until she's in the pen proper and the dragons are frustrated beyond reason, snarling as they chase her inwards.]
angel;
Their pace picks up. She's just standing there, and they're too stupid to think it's a trap; they imagine her easy prey, and yet as the first opens its jaws to bite at her--
--she disappears.
And reappears, four feet back, closer to the pen. The dragons start at that, but they're not so easily deterred; with a snarl they rush forward, and Rosalind disappears again, reappearing closer to the pen-- again and again, until she's in the pen proper and the dragons are frustrated beyond reason, snarling as they chase her inwards.]
Now, if you please--