Last of Your Kind (Dragon Roleplay) **ACCEPTING**

[ghostie..]

Xa'limir
He lands next to her, and looks at his handi work. He nods, congratulating himself, then looks down at her. The spell would be Thaefathan vanyalí sem huildar

[Baelixx]

Kwinerva
She nod, "thaefanthan vanyalí sem huildar.", She said in unison with Xa'limir.

[ghostie..]

Xa'limir
He softly pulls her back and watches as the entrance shimmers and ripples like water. There. Now those with unpure intentions won' be able to see the entrance.

[QUITTING! BYE!]

Aemorniel

She read over the title: Dragonslayer: The Blade that Binds, before reading down to the third paragraph, listing dark spells that had been cast onto the hilt, the darkest one at the bottom. The Gray Spell: The spell cast on the unworthy. No bitter hearts are fit to handle this ancient blade. Only those of pure hearts are meant to vanquish with Dragonslayer. This spell is set to cause those of bitterness a slow, painful death.

[Baelixx]

Kwinerva
She glowed purple for a while. "Now, what do dragons like?", She asked, still emitting purple light.

[ghostie..]

Xa'limir
Many dragons like different things. Azure would like a bright den, I would prefer a darker one. Sythr would want bookshelves and a small light to read by.

[Baelixx]

Kwinerva
She thinks for a moment then smiles. "We can use the material taken out of the mountain to make separate dens, then you tell me what each Dragon type likes and we'll customize them."

[QUITTING! BYE!]

Aemorniel

She quickly closed the book as she heard footsteps coming closer. She had read enough already, it was time to go. Time to leave. She hurried out of the library, to the stables, before riding out with Elrohir.

[ghostie..]

Xa'limir
Alright I suppose that would work. He says, dipping his head to her.

(Could I give Sythr a new power?)

[Baelixx]

(Like what?)
Kwinerva
She began moving the rubble back into the mountain. She packed it together, creating three floors with a huge hole in the middle of each, so they could get in and out. On each floor was twelve large dens, each large enough to fit two dragons comfortably. "Is that enough?", She asked, regaining her breath. She had learned magic was like run in, a little bit fun, more was okay, a lot was tiring.