Knights of The Round Table and Dragon roleplay

[Baelixx]

Kwinerva
She smiled "thank you.", She said abd covered her ears as he roared. 'Where are we moving to?', she asked in her thoughts.
Alanna
She woke with a start at the loud roar. She jumped to her feet and drew her sword, looking around for danger. When she saw none, and only Ketch standing close by, she put her sword back in its sheath. "What's going on Ketch?"

[Alpha*]

"As you wish... my lady.. " he murmmers, standing. "I guess.. this is Goodbye Andy for reals this time." is the whisper of sorrow that is deeper than the sea. "Farewell... love." then, pressing a feather into her hand he dissapears.

Contrast flinches at the sudden movement of Jackson, the loud roar of Xa'limir. "You didnt miss anything Chosen." he rasps, "Xa'limir only wanted to wake us so we could move on." a sweet smile.

Ketch blinks down at her again and quietly explains everything as far as he can tell, "Xa'limir only wants us to move on." he answers.

(No prob )

[ghostie..]

Xa'limir shiver to remove the layer of frost that had settled over his scales. We fly to Ellsemere. He decides, shaking his wings to remove frost as well. He looks around, then up to Kwinerva. There, we will continue your training. He says, dipping his head.

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Andromeda sniffled, holding the feather in her hand. She takes off with the silver sillouette as the sun rises, avoiding the sun as fast as she can. She also wanted to never see this place ever again.

--

Jackson relaxes, and pets his head. "Well, that's good. I was afraid my bow was to far away to defend us." He says, slowly standing up and helping Contrast stand.

[Baelixx]

Alanna
She nodded. "He is wise for moving us.", She said. "Let's go."
Kwinerva
She gave a small frown. "Ellsemere? The land of the elves?", she said. "But... they don't like loud people like me...", She says.

[Alpha*]

The wercat once he stands shifts to a small house-cat with a purr, on HIS Chosens' shoulder. I would have protected you if something bad was happening. is the mental whisper of promise.

The Angel circles over head, taking in what was happening but his heart isnt in it.

The Dragon nods, "Would you like to ride with me?" he offers sweetly.

[ghostie..]

Dragon Riders are a becon of hope to the elves, who have endured the King's rule for years. They will not hurt you, nor will they even mind. They will celebrate the return of the Riders. He says, waiting for the others to come near. It wasn't long before Calypso landed beside Xa'limir.

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I don't doubt it. He replies, rubbing his head with a smile as Contrast perched on his shoulder. He walked to Xa'limir and Calypso, who seemed to be happy to see both Jackson and Contrast.

[Baelixx]

Kwinerva
'Sure, but I'm loud and disrespectful.', she replied, shooting a bright smile as the others appeared.
Alanna
"I'd love to. Thank you Ketch.", She said.

[Alpha*]

The silver dragon nods, and crouches so she can mount up into the golden saddle that is in direct opposite of the color of icey scales. "And we can talk while we fly." he nods. Ketch looks to Xa'limir, "Shall I carry you and Kwinnerva as well?" he offers kindly.

Contrast purrs, wrapping his tail around Jacksons' throat as he settles, head under the elvin chin. Good.. keep that in mind Chosen. Always. the wer mentally murmers. Who will we ride with?

[ghostie..]

Xa'limir dips his head to Ketch. "As always, it is appreciated. I would rather fly myself for the time being, but if I get tired, I shall let you know. Thank you, Ketch." He says, looking at the smaller dragon with kind eyes. He looks to the sky, then speaks to the group. "We fly to Ellsemere. We should go in separate groups, if they see us together, it could mean trouble. I'll go with Ketch, then Calypso goes with Morag." He says, then takes off into the sky.

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We will go with Calypso, I can guide her to Ellsemere. That way, we will be with Morag. He replies, carefully climbing onto the back of the dark blue dragon.

[Alpha*]

Ketch nods, and after Alanna was on his back takes for the skies after Xa'limir, flying just benieth the Ancient one with the idea of helping him to stay in the air. He is merely a pale blotch, an imperfection against the dark ones' higher form.

Morag waves a farewell. Be safe. he mentally whispers.

Contrast nods, I agree, riding the skies with Calypso will be enjoyable. he hops down from the elfs' shoulder and into his lap, turning into a little boy to better hold on.