Having reached this revelation, Christine needs to take a moment to come back down from her high. She comes up to the mural, touching fingertips to the surface.

"Maybe... it's not as old as we thought it was? Maybe these ruins are just meant to look old." Though that's a lot of effort to go to, and for what purpose? She frowns.

"It's either that she's talking to it and is upset, or that she's hurt. It's hard to say." With all the brainpower she can muster, Christine tries to remember that last night of Candlenights with the residents of New New Aspen. Surely she would have noticed a little dragon there, wouldn't she? Unless it was hiding behind those giant cats.

"But why the strong feeling that you were there to see these events happen? If you did, and these murals really are old, then wouldn't you have seen this all happen far in the past?"