[ Lien was her own ivory tower; a coiled white spire laid out across the cape shore. While the logistics of her transportation to Heropa were being worked out by a very bewildered American military whose only action taken so far was to set up a temporary refuge from the sun in the shape of tentpoles hammered into the sand and heavy cloth tarpaulin tied down to cover the white, twenty tonnes of demanding dragon. ]

So the Spaniards made another attempt? How very short-sighted of them to go after this rock. [ Lien sniffed after indulging one of several curious beach-goers with a few words when one braved to cross the invisible line cordoned around her after it had became very apparent she was not something the be approached so casually. Her red-speckled white ruff wreathed in a gold chaplet flattened when someone roughly shouted what she could only assume to be a question. ]

I do not burn villages, and should I 'kidnap' maidens it would be women of good breeding who would only blossom under the gentle shade of my employ. I wish we all be better strangers- so do leave.