Finally Awake? (Open)

[Brenton]

Brenton nodded again, this time thinking about something that every rider had when they first touched their dragon. Of course it was possible for a dragon and a rider to bond without the mark of the riders but the connection was extremely weak and that might explain why Farore didn't remember her dragon. He looked over at Grazael and then at his hands which were both marked with a Gedwey Ignasia from his two dragons. Vaentr, Grazael, do either of you know of a group of people that are strong enough in magic to stump dragon riders and elves alike? This woman seems to be Farore of the tales I heard but she has no memory. I trust Kialandi so if he says she needs to learn on her own then I trust him but something isn't right here. Grazael simply rumbled a response in the negative side before turning his gold head that was at Brenton's head already. The dragon was considerably larger than Arlyn because of his companion's attack from a shade and now the golden dragon was as large as a horse but his head turned to someone who was still taller than himself, Kialandi Morzansson. I'm not sure, Young One. If it were me then I would look for the mark on her palms but that doesn't always mean anything since it is possible for a rider and their dragon to bond without it. Trust your gut and go from there. Vaentr's deep voice rumbled in his head before the dragon eldunari projected his voice to all around them. My name is Vaentr, first dragon to Brenton, and I see that you know nothing of your past, my dear. Is there any way a dragon may be able to help you, for I sense you might be closer to us than to others of your race? If you are a rider then that would make sense but I am sure Arlyn and I would gladly help you as would Kialandi here.

As Vaentr spoke about Kialandi being able to help in the same sense as a dragon, the tall and heavily muscled man nodded before suddenly shifting quickly. Where there had once been a man of normal size for a warrior, there now stood a huge snow white dragon with the aged and wise eyes of one who had seen much that troubled him. Still what really defined the dragon spirit wasn't that he was a dragon but was that he still had the obvious human and elf side just from how he held himself. Kialandi rumbled and then shot a jet of dark red and blue flames over the trees straight into the air. I will help you, Farore but only if you absolutely want to know who you are.

((I was thinking that since Kialandi had seen Farore when she was a tactician maybe he could show her a memory of him when he passed her on her "dragon" and you could do with that as you will.))

[Quetzal]

Arlyn watched the proceedings with calculating thoughts. The explosive growth usually seen in young dragons had failed him so far, but he knew that it would come once his body had turned its attention off restoring his still somewhat frail muscles and onto the growing he supposed to do. He was worried that his rate of growth might slow before he was a reasonable size, but as dragons grew constantly he would only have to wait to reach whatever size he wished to be. Older dragons grew slower from what he could tell, else they would tower over mountains by a mere 50 years old. That meant that the size difference with age was less significant among older dragons. That said, he couldn't help but be a little jealous of Grazael. He was much more capable of flying and fighting, and by this time next month he would probably be able to be ridden. Arlyn might have patience, but what he really wanted was to reach the skies and to be able to share them with Isrydia. For that he would have to wait longer than most dragons.

His thoughts were drawn out of his secret - he hadn't told Isrydia yet, although he knew she was aware of how he felt about his growth through the bond - and biggest upset when Kialandi showed possibly why he was there. The man, out of nowhere, for apparently no reason whatsoever, became a large white dragon. His legs scrambled to back away from whatever this man-dragon was, a hiss escaping his lips. This was... impossible. True, some could use magic to change their appearance as the elves did occasionally, but that took long song-like verses of the Ancient Language that took hours to speak and required careful pronunciation. Even then, no changes were as vast as shifting your entire body into that of another, as Kialandi appeared to have done. Something so alien from a total stranger set his instincts on high alert. A surge of adrenalin forced his heart to beat faster, sending more blood around his body so that his muscles could respond faster and with more strength. He pressed himself lower to the ground, tensed and ready to move. Wings fanned out in case flight was needed, not that it would be much use against a large man-dragon. Eyes narrowed to sapphire slivers, teeth bared, a growl in his throat.

But the man-dragon didn't attack. Arlyn's defensive posture had been adopted in an instant to react to instinct. After a brief moment, he recognised there was no true threat and relaxed, re-folding his wings and ceasing to snarl. He still kept his distance from Kialandi, the unnatural creature making him uneasy. He looked like a dragon, but also like a half-elf. Arlyn could not bring himself to think of him as a member of his species, as there was no way this was a true dragon. He stood near Farore, feeling more comfortable around her than near Brenton, Grazael and the stranger. "Keep secrets if you want. But warning next time something like that happens," he said to Kialandi, still allowing everyone in the group to hear. His voice was not hostile, but rather noticeably shaken. "Impossible man-dragon and lost-in-the-mind-fog-lady. We must start at basics. Farore, you said you don't know what Rider is. Teaching about world will help with life, even if not get memory back," he said, understanding that Farore should know something about the place she was to get her on her feet. If she knew where she was, she might feel more comfortable and that might even help make the process of remembering easier. At the very least, she would be able to fit in.

"Dragons like me and Grazael and how Kialandi looks now can live in wild alone or with other dragons. No wild dragons any more. The egg-breaker killed them. Every single one," a brief flash of bitter rage passed through him as he thought of Galbatorix. "Some dragon eggs chosen to only hatch for human or elf or hybrid elf-human. When egg hatches for person, bond forms between two. The human or elf or hybrid is the dragon's Rider. They work together. They lifelong friends. Brenton is Rider. Grazael is his dragon. I have Rider. Her name is Isrydia," he sent an image of Isrydia and him together. This was a very brief and rushed description, but he hoped the others might be able to elaborate if any more questions were asked since his speaking abilities were still very juvenile. Things were not always as simple as what he had just described. Take the first other dragon he had ever seen, for example. Her Rider had been a unique case, yet it was still terrible to watch a Rider beat his own dragon.

[Timmir]

Well, things seemed to have gotten a lot weirder in only a short amount of time. First there was the mysterious voice that seemingly came out of nowhere. It claimed that he was Ventr, Brenton's first dragon. Farore listened as the mysterious dragon's voice asked her if there was anyway a dragon could help her, because he believed that she was closer to dragons then her own kind. He then went on to say that if she ever needed help, then he was sure that both him and Arlyn would be willing to help along with Kialandi. With that statement, an even weirder thing happen.

Farore glanced over at Kialandi as the dragon voice mentioned him. She saw the man give a small nod to the disembodied voice, before he changed his shape entirely. Instead of the man that had stood before them, there was now a dragon. Needless to say, Farore jumped back with shock from Kialandi's sudden unexpected transformation, and it seemed she was not the only one as she noticed Aryln take a defensive stance. Yet, for some reason, Kialandi's transformation seemed almost familiar to her, but why? She continued to watch as Kialandi shot a jet of fire straight into the air before asking if Farore wanted to know who she is.

Farore had to take a couple of seconds to take everything that just happened in. As she did, she heard Arlyn telling off Kailandi for transforming without any warning. He then went on to explain to Farore who dragons are. As he did, he reached the subject about how the wild dragons were wiped out by people he talked egg-breakers and she could feel the echo of his rage as he spook to her through his mind. He then went on to explain who riders are and even showed her an image of him and his rider together.

Farore was silent as she thought about everything that was revealed to her. If what Brenton and Kailandi said is true, then that means she should have a dragon too. If she did though, where is it now? She looked up towards Kialandi as one question kept playing in her mind.

"Who am I?" She said to Kialandi, her voice sounded soft and uncertain. She then quickly shook her head, and refocused her attention to Kialandi. "I know you said I need to learn this myself, but I have to know who I am?" She sounded more convicted this time, knowing full well that this question would only continue to bother her until she gets an answer.

((Yeah, go right ahead with the image idea Flame.))

[Brenton]

Kialandi shifted back to a human, quickly alerting everyone of his intentions, and adjusted his clothing before smiling at Farore with a small twinkle in his eyes. Already he was picturing the first time he had seen Farore, the day he had also realized that he was actually a dragon spirit. She had been standing next to a dragon with her sword on her hip while she pointed at a group of riders who were busy listening to her commands. She had her hair up and armor on that glinted in the sunlight as she made sure not to touch the dragon. That part had made him wonder about what was actually going on with the two but he wasn't a rider.

Kialandi showed the mental image to Farore and spoke at the same time. You are Farore, rider from Vroengard of the original Riders. You were a tactician for them and actually helped win several battles as well as gave me many days of something to do instead of stand around and mope about the fact that I couldn't be a rider myself. The dragon spirit looked at the small pale blue dragon and grinned at him. I am like you more than you may think, at least if the legends are true. My name is Kialandi Morzansson but I am not actually a son of the crazy Forsworn member. I am in fact a dragon spirit, a race that is little known of. Dragon spirits are a race that started out as dragons. The dragons wished to the riders to be combined with a human and an elf so that they could have the strengths of all three. This combination made it possible for people like myself to shift from a half elf to a dragon when they want. There are very few of us but we are very strong and are more akin to dragons than most think.

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Brenton leaned against a tree and slipped his hand out of his glove to look at the Gedwey Ignasia from Vaentr. He still remembered when the mark had been put on his skin in the middle of the Empire. Still something wasn't entirely right with this situation at all since Farore knew nothing about herself. [/I]Maybe she just needs to let it come to her. Patience Brenton, this woman knows more than she gives herself credit for and I'm sure Kialandi will be able to help somehow.[/I] Grazael sent a thought to Arlyn at the same time of how he had done the same thing the first time Kialandi had shifted in front of him. He knew that the dragon spirit was no danger to them.

[Quetzal]

Arlyn could see Farore was just as surprised as he was to see Kialandi transform. Such shocking events can't be too good for a person who'd just woken up with no memory of anything before they fell asleep, but he supposed that was just how the world worked. Or at least, that was the sort of thing this woman would encounter in her life. Most people rarely caught glimpses of the world of dragons, but if she really was a Rider she was a large part of that world.

It was something of a relief to see Kialandi back as the tall elf-human again. It had made him feel uneasy to see the not-quite-dragon take on a dragon's shape. He was also glad to hear he wasn't the son of Morzan after all. He had heard his name clearly and understood the meaning the first time Kialandi had introduced himself, but had chosen not to make anything of that. People could be very different to their parents. Still, it made more sense that a human should not be able to father something that could turn into a dragon. Learning of this new race hit Arlyn hard. There was more to the world than he thought. He knew of humans, elves, dwarves, urgals, even werecats and rumours of tall people from the Hadarac desert, but dragon spirits? This was news. How many more secret people were out there waiting for him? It was frustrating to think that he may never know how many different sorts of animals and people there were out there, how the world would always manage to hide some secrets from him. It was frustrating... but also exciting. There was always new things to learn! He looked back up at the dragon spirit and returned the smile. It must be difficult for him to have to hide his very species. After the initial shock, this guy was proving to be more interesting than he had first thought. He was still wary, however; he knew next to nothing about dragon spirits, so Kialandi could be unpredictable so care should be taken.

Arlyn was pleased to know he wasn't the only one who had reacted to Kialandi in such a way. Grazael's thought satisfied him that Kialandi was to be trusted and was not dangerous, at least to them. He felt more at ease now, comfortable to some extent. He couldn't shake off the wariness, but it was now tamed to more of a watchful curiosity.

[Timmir]

Farore listened to the Dragon Spirit as he told her who she is... Or, at least, was. But could she really be whom the Dragon Spirit says she is? Could she really be the woman in the image that Kailandi showed her? While the evidence said yes, doubt still poisoned her mind. There was also one particular statement that Kailandi said that stuck out in her mind.

You are Farore, rider from Vroengard of the original Riders.

What did he mean by original Riders? Farore wondered as she processed all the information she's been given. She couldn't help, but also remember that Brenton called her a Rider of old. Yet, what do they mean by that? Did something bad happen between then and now, and if so, could it have also been the cause of her memory lost.

Farore slowly shook her head as she didn't knew what to think about all this. It was just all proving to be too much for the newly awaken amnesiac. "I'm... I'm sorry, I need some time to think about this." She said before she backed away from the group and began to walk towards a random direction into the forest. She had no idea where she was going, she just knew that she needed some time alone.

[Brenton]

Kialandi shrugged and stepped into the trees with the agility and light steps of an elf while dodging every object that got in his way. Soon he was moving at extreme speeds and already wondering how it was he had run into Farore, the one woman he had developed some similarity to a crush on. Yet that was years ago and now he believed that relationships were too complicated at the moment. The dragon spirit climbed a tree and sat down on the roof of a house while looking at the sky.

Brenton and Grazael seemed to sink inward with relief as the woman walked away but something bother the elven king because he still wasn't sure about her. The king looked at Arlyn and chuckled slightly. Well then...how is Isrydia doing these days? I haven't seen her in awhile and was wondering what you two have been up to as of late. The truth was Brenton had wanted to ask Isrydia if she would date him but he knew that things were strange between the two of them. Still he was getting close to deciding he would take his chances and needed to find out how she had been outside of training.

[Quetzal]

Arlyn watched as Farore found all this onslaught of information too much and needed some time alone. He completely understood. Finding out that sort of thing must be a puzzling thing. As she left, he spoke one final thing into her mind before leaving her to herself, "Ask us any questions if you need to. Don't go too far. Forest is like a maze sometimes," he offered. He would allow her to touch his mind if she wished to contact them, although he wasn't sure she knew how. His warning about the forest was from experience, having numerous times been unable to find where he was going. There wasn't much difference between one tree and the next, which could get a person confused very quickly. His eyes followed Kialandi as he accelerated among the trees, then returned to Brenton when the king spoke.

At the present moment, he could tell that his partner-of-heart-and-mind was practicing magic. Her mind was always joined with his, each of them comfortable to constantly leave their connection open. They had never had any reason to make the effort to shut each other out of from their minds. They were aware that anyone invading one of their minds would have a clear link to the other's, but that danger had not yet arisen. He was able to tune out her mind, but it was comforting to have her presence always there in some form. If either of them were in danger or were lost, the other would know and immediately help. Just as well, they each felt each other's joy. Isrydia had sensed Arlyn's fear when Kialandi had changed, but his instant change at realising he was a friend had kept her at ease. Their connection puzzled Arlyn in its distance, too. His mind could reach fair distances, but hers had a very small range, yet their connection did not seem to have much of a limit in how far they could be apart. They had yet to test it, but so far it hadn't wavered.

"Isrydia's been learning the basics of magic. Learning Ancient Language is difficult. She has found star-maps too. This far from home, different stars can be seen. She helps me learn to fly better sometimes. There is much to be learned," he came up with a short list of the various things his Rider had been spending her time doing. The elves were a great help to her learning of the Ancient Language. They all encouraged her to learn quickly, excited to see a Rider taking an interest in their culture rather than just using it for magic. Some refused to speak with her in the common tongue, forcing her to use her scrappy variant on the Ancient Language as much as possible. The basics were piecing themselves together, although she was nowhere near as fast at picking it up as Eragon had been. Pronunciation eluded her sometimes, which translated to issues with her spellcasting. She was aware of Brenton's feelings since he had told her back on their journey here, but had tried not to think about it too much. She hadn't been in this situation before, and it made her uncomfortable to think she might have to let down a king and a friend, but she couldn't see them working out well as a couple.

[Brenton]

Brenton nodded briefly before looking out over the trees and small inclines that showed where the hills were in the forest. This was his domain but there were so many things that he still had no idea what was there and it bothered the king so he needed to talk to someone. Nandon and Feanaro had been his two most trusted friends and allies and they were both gone now. Aysten and Kriss were up there on the list but they had also left so now the king had to settle for people such as the royal advisors and Isrydia who he had trouble talking to. Go talk to her and just let her know that you are unsure of how to go about this. Some women seem to accept you better when you don't try to be so confident and that might help you right now. Grazael fluttered his wings before walking over to Arlyn. Brenton will be leaving soon to go talk to Isrydia. We should go fly for a bit and discuss some things.

Brenton nodded at his dragon and turned toward the direction of the city. His mind was already searching and soon he found Isrydia's at the center of the city. The king stepped forward and then stopped. Arlyn, I hope that after this conversation you and I will still be on speaking terms for Grazael and you to be friends. I hope to see you again young dragon. With that, Brenton shot off toward Ellesmera with his thoughts all jumbled up and his nervousness filling his chest and throat. Soon he was at the city and he slowed down to walk to Isrydia. The king smiled and spoke in the Ancient Language. Good day Isrydia how fares your learning?

[Timmir]

After walking for awhile in the forest, Farore found herself at a still lake. No matter how much she wanted to she couldn't get the image Kailandi showed her out of her head. Could she truly be the woman in the image like Kailandi said? How could she be sure?

Farore sat herself down by the lake's edge as she decided that she should rest. As she did so, she felt something that felt attach to her side begin to move. Curious, she put her hand into her cloak and found out she had a sword on her. With a quick pull, she drew the blade from it's sheath and studied it closely. It was elegantly and masterfully made, it's blade was a shade of bright green. Even though she was sitting, she took a quick horizontal strike into the air. The sword didn't felt heavy or burdensome with the strike, instead it felt like an extension of her body, proving both that again the sword was made by a master and that she probably had some training with it.

Standing up, she put the sword back into it's sheath. She then undid the clasps on her cloak before removing it and hanging it up on a nearby branch, finding that she was wearing armor underneath. The fact that she just noticed she had the armor on was a testament on how well made it was. As she looked at the armor she had on, she noticed that it was the same armor that the woman in the image had on. Could she actually be?

A few cautious steps took her to the water's edge. She was nervous, and a part of her didn't want to see. Still though, she forced her head down and looked at her reflection in the lake. Her hand nervously touched her face to ensure herself that what she was seeing in the reflection was real. She looked exactly like the woman from the image that Kailandi showed her.

Sighing, she sat back down and continued to look into the lake. There was no doubt in her mind now, she was who Brenton and Kailandi said she was. Yet where that left, she had no idea. There were still many questions left in her mind. Who was that dragon in the image and where was he now? What happened to her to cause her amnesia? Why is she thinking about all this when she knew that it was only going to bug her while she thinks about it?

Farore sighed again.

[Quetzal]

At first puzzled as to what was going on, Arlyn caught onto the king's intentions. He nodded to Brenton before he left. "Of course. Isrydia's feelings are separate to mine. Her decision won't effect my thought," he smiled. The two might be connected, but he wasn't about to let her impact on his choice of friends. Once Brenton had left, he turned to Grazael. "Let's fly, then!" he said happily to the larger yet younger dragon, spreading his wings wide. With a short run-up, he leaped high and forced his wings down hard, raising his light little body into the air. His strength and size may be lesser, but his mind was sharp and his flight agile and quick. Swiftly he rose to the heights of the branches, dodging them nimbly as he began to fly aimlessly through the forest. Whatever Grazael wanted to discuss, he was willing to discuss with him.

Isrydia had been practicing lifting things, getting a feel for how to link the movement she intended something to make to a few words of the Ancient Language. It was difficult to manage exactly what she wanted, but her accuracy was gradually improving with very small objects. Once she felt Brenton's mind find hers, she stopped and looked around, eventually seeing him walking towards her. For whatever reason, Arlyn's mind slipped away from hers. That almost never happened, so he was leaving her privacy for whatever reason, or wanted some himself. He hadn't expressed any danger as he left, so she knew all was well.

The basic grasp of the Ancient Language allowed her to understand the king's words to her. "Good day, Brenton. My training is difficult but progresses steadily," she managed to reply in the Ancient Language, with some hesitation to find the word for 'progresses'. "What was it you wanted to talk about?" she asked, this time returning to the common tongue so that she would understand their conversation better.

[Brenton]

Brenton smiled slightly but then his face went confused and he rubbed his hands over his arms as he crossed them in nervousness. I don't know exactly what to say, Isrydia. Yet you know how I feel about you and it confuses me more than it should. I know not how to continue with what I feel and it is bad because I think about you even when I know there are other things to do. Really all I think about is how I can make myself be brave and ask you out but I'm not sure you would agree to that. So I don't know to be honest Isrydia. Brenton's voice was soft and he barely looked up at the woman as he spoke because he was afraid of how she would react even though he was sure she would understand to some degree.

[Timmir]

Farore continued to sit by the lake enjoying the peaceful silence. She didn't know how long she had been sitting out there, and didn't care. She found that it was just nice to relax and stop fretting over her lost past. Right now, there was only now, and now was nice.

Sooner or later though, the time to leave had to come. She sighed as she felt her stoach rumble. How long has it been since she had anything to eat? She stood up with a small sigh as she hated that this moment had to come to an end. She then picked up and putted on her cloak.

"Now... How exactly do I get back to the city?" Farore asked herself as she looked into the forest. Why didn't she pay closer heed to Arlyn's warning?

[Quetzal]

As it happened, Arlyn was not too far away from Farore. She might be able to find him should she hear the occasional crack of a twig as his wings clipped the trees, or if she simply walked in the right direction. He was unaware she was nearby, however, and was avoiding the open lake as he enjoyed the challenge of navigating the branches.

In all honest, Isrydia had no idea how to react.

She had never been asked out before, and it was a confusing thing. Brenton was a friend and she did not want to hurt him. Still, she simply did not see him in the same way he saw her. Entering a relationship without being attracted to the other person was just asking for trouble. It was also strange to see the king looking so nervous and vulnerable. He usually asked so confident and in control. Seeing him like this told her he was being completely serious, and also that there was a delicate balance here. Say and do the wrong thing, and she could really hurt him. Yet how could she accept? She knew that it could not work out between them, which would lead to an awkward and rocky relationship that would likely end in more pain than if it was simply ended here.

"Brenton, I hate to do this, but I can't say yes. I just don't see you in the same way you see me, and that's no healthy way to start a relationship. It would just become more painful and end unhappily, so it's better to avoid greater pain by experiencing the pain now. I'm sorry," she looked away, unable to meet his eyes. "I hope you can forgive me," it wasn't easy for her to do this, either. She was aware that she would cause upset and it upset her too to do that to Brenton, but she believed she was doing the right thing in not letting this grow.

[Brenton]

Brenton nodded as deep in his chest he felt a pain that he'd never felt before and would never want to feel ever again but the king was prepared, partially, for it so he wiped his face of all emotion and stood up straighter. Anyone who knew him well enough could tell by the set of his jaw or the look in his eyes that he was beyond hurt and that in a normal person he would be crying and a mess. Yet this was not the time to show that because there were things he had to do so the king made his voice sound normal as he spoke and controlled the volume s that neither anger nor frustration could seep through. You are right, Isrydia, and that shows you are very intelligent. Forgive me but I must leave now and deal with some other things. With that, Brenton turned around and walked away with measured steps that led him to the edge of the city where he then shot up into a tree and started running through the branches toward where ever his feet would take him.

Grazael flew above the trees while he felt the warmth of the sun on his scales as he enjoyed the feeling until suddenly his mind was clouded with pain and depression as well as anger. Something had happened to Brenton and the dragon knew that the king would be upset for days because of it yet the dragon also knew he needed to let his rider calm down. Arlyn, what is it about Brenton that you think of when you first hear his name? Grazael thought of friendship and long days of travel, pure heart with pain just under the surface, and joy that could never be felt by someone who had not been given a second chance.

[Timmir]

Shortly after leaving the lake, Farore looked around at her surroundings in an attempt to get her barings. Needless to say, it wasn't really successful.

"Wait... Haven't I passed that tree already." Farore sighed, "Why didn't I pay more attention to Arlyn's warning?" She found herself asking again.

She quickly turned back as she heard a branch snap somewhere around her. She quickly looked around her surroundings again, but couldn't discern the direction of the noise. There isn't anything dangerous in this forest? She wondered as she put a hand near her sword. Again, she heard the distinct snapping of another branch, yet this one sounded closer and was easier for her to discern a vague direction it came from. Turning quickly, she faced the direction that she heard the noise.

"Hello, is anybody out there?" She called out, hoping that whoever it was making that noise was friendly.

[Quetzal]

Although he kept calm and carefully guarded his expression, Isrydia could see Brenton's pain. An immense guilt swept over her. She could not find anything to say, still unable to meet his gaze before he ran off. She knew he was upset, and found no pleasure in being the cause of it. Once he had left, she slumped and let out a sigh, reaching for Arlyn's mind. It was not difficult to find it due to their bond. He sensed her guilt and immediately understood what must have happened.

"You did right thing," he told her firmly.
"I know, but I hate having to make him so upset. I could see it in his eyes. It's more pain than I've ever seen him in,"
"Avoided worse pain later," the dragon reminded her.

Grazael had also spoken to him. He tried to answer without thinking too much, but there was still a brief pause before he replied. "Valuable friend. Strong and protective. Weight on shoulders weighs down more than he says," he considered his words once he had spoken them. Being a king and a Rider meant a lot of responsibility, and so a lot of pressure from many people. Brenton didn't usually show any sign of not being able to deal with that, but occasionally he could snap, like at the celebration when they had first met him.

Farore's voice made him jump. She must have wondered off further than she intended. These forests could be pretty scary, especially when you found yourself somewhere you didn't recognise. He dropped lower so she could see him in case he was what had startled her. "I'm here. So is Grazael. Everything OK?" he asked her.

[Brenton]

Grazael could feel Brenton's emotions getting more chaotic as the dragon flew toward someone who had called out to him and Arlyn but the dragon couldn't figure it out. Why was his rider so upset because someone had said they weren't ready to have a relationship? Grazael would have to ponder upon that for some more time as he descended through the trees toward the woman that had been meeting with them earlier. Hello lost woman we have seen before. Have you need to find your way back to city? Grazael may have grown quicker but some of his words were still jumbled together and he wasn't quite able to speak like a normal dragon.

[Timmir]

Farore gave a small sigh of relief as she saw the familiar dragons and the tension in her body leaving. She was happy that they were faces she recognized and not something else that would have tried to eat her. "Yeah... I could use some help getting back to the city." Farore admitted, slightly embarrassed about the situation she got herself in.

Her stomach then gave a low, but audible growl. "So, if you two could uh... help me get back to the city, that would be nice." She said trying her best to ignore her hunger the best she could.

[Quetzal]

Aelyn was happy to help the woman. She had done nothing to make him distrust or dislike her, and so he would count her as an ally. He flew lower, eye level with her a few metres away. In truth, he wasn't entirely sure of the way back, but an advantage of being a a small dragon was that he could easily dart above the treetops and back down again to get a glimpse of where the city was. He heard Farore's stomach rumble, and grinned. "Long sleep makes you hungry. Elf food is good. We will lead the way," his wings beat down hard to start himself moving, turning in the air towards Ellesmera. His head turned to look at Grazael. "Will Brenton be there?" he asked.