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Vesta sighed and then started putting up mental shields around her and Ametye, not knowing if anyone nearby could hear them, but still wary. Closing her eyes she pulled in a deep breath, held it for a moment, and let it out. Going into a trance with Wmetyes steady wing beat was easy for her, he had done it many times, only to end up almost falling from the saddle.

[12.]

He put the sonic back in the inside pocket he had grabbed it from, looking up at the ships with fear hidden behind his eyes

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Vesta sensed something wrong with the Doctor, but shook it off. She didn't like this feeling, especially if it was from the Doctor.

Ametye grunted and flew towards the ground, not carig if anyone was about to object. He landed heavily and let his wings droop and fan out beside him as he rested.

[12.]

"We need to get on one of those ships now." he snapped, his fear coming through as anger.

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Ametye groaned, "he's too tired for that." Vesta muttered and then hopped off. "Doctor! Down here!" She called, motiong for him to hurry.

[12.]

He jumped off the dragon, and slid down his flanks, standing up, checking that his coat was fine, smiling when there were no tears in it and followed his boots crushing the ground under his feet.

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Vesta stood still as the Doctor came closer, "stop!" She called when he was about arms length away. "This is important, do you trust me not to get us killed?" She asked, preparing the spell she would need.

[12.]

He stopped, "I don't trust anyone, especially those I have just met." he answered her, his head tilted to the side, "But if you think you have an answer, I can listen."

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Vesta shook her head slightly, and placed her hands on his shoulders. "Now, look at my nose. Don't looke at anything else until I say. Alright?" She put his hands on her shoulders then murmured the spell, she'd have to sleep for weeks after this. There was a flash of purple light and then they where gone.

[12.]

He stared at her nose, about to protest but figure that it would best be saved for later, his mind was not easily taken away from something, distracted, often, removed completely from the topic, harder. When suddenly he appeared in one of the ships he smiled, and rubbed his hands together gleefully, "Perfect, just next time, tell me that is what you are going to do." he said, looking for a control panel to access