Vera is staring. It has become her favorite pastime by now. Staring into crimson and black spirals. Sometimes it leads to one result or the other, but every time she can't resist the deep staring from a certain teal dragon...

Every time, it feels the same. She's brought into a mind cave, and the walls start glowing with red spirals, making her weak and woozy as they bind and take over her. Like gliding inside a hurricane, she does what the spirals make her, and says what it compels her to say...

Implied use of  Dragoviir