[A Field]

A field some distance away from a very panicked village.

About 15 minutes ago, a massive shadow had passed over the village, only very briefly mistaken for thick clouds crossing the sun.
Clouds aren't shaped like dragons, don't roar, and don't land in the middle of the street to eat a few cows before flying away again.

No one had been hurt (except the owner of the cows, financially), and the dragon left immediately afterwards, flying off towards the field we are now looking at.

Oddly, at the moment, there is no dragon in the field.
There's a series of massive foot-prints in the ground, the shape of dragon claws and feet, leading towards a rock, but no massive lizard itself.

Instead, Feia sits on the rock, in her usual black dress, writing notes on a little notepad.
She seems to be describing the reactions of the villagers, with side-notes about the taste of the cows.