“How will I be armed with your help? And how will I know that you won’t just attack me or influence me?”
The dragon carving on the wall began to glow, a shimmering light rippling across its form before focusing around the dragon’s head. Encircling the one visible eye, there was a sharp crack as a piece of stone broke free, floating across the chamber before coming to rest in front of Tempest’s forehooves. It was a disc with a slit-like pupil across it.
“You’re giving me your eye?” Tempest’s eyebrows disappeared beneath her bangs. “Okay. Well, that isn’t creepy at all.”