Ena had been standing near the back, near the airship this entire time, mostly frozen in place. Dreadfully oblivious as she always was, she saw how things were unfolding, and how painfully obvious this outcome should have been. Ramaa had been a fellow ruler, someone she could empathize with and blindly trust in.

And once again, her naivete was coming to bite her in the ass.

When Ganeshan dies, it triggers something in her. It reminds her of helplessly watching her brother die--desperately wanting to do something, but feeling much too powerless to make a difference. But the part of her that had grown and learned from that experience was screaming at her. It repeated like a mantra in her head as the scene unfolded before her--

do something do something do something do something do something do something do someth

Before she knew it, she found herself casting a spell. She didn't know what it was, she wasn't quite in the right of mind to make rational decisions.

In the end, it turns out to be Melody: Dragonform--a medium-sized silver dragon bursts into existence near the back of the crowd. "Get on," she growls, turning to the nearest person and literally tosses them onto her back. She wasn't all that big, and any more would be too much for her to carry, but she didn't care. She was panicking. She could at least get herself and some people out of there, or die trying.