When the young dragon awoke, the air felt lighter somehow, but at the same time darker. Gaia opened her eyes sleepily, the young dragon took her time stretching, there was no point in rushing, the ravagers had been quiet for the last few months and she didnt smell anything out of the ordinary, which was normal. She looked around and sighed sadly, she wasn't prepared for Lyhra's disappearance, Gaia didn't give up hope on her leader yet, she had to be still alive. Still, Gaia was mostly in charge of the saviors, and she hated the pressure, but the cause drove her. There wasn't much to be in control over however, there was no more war, on occasion a few fights, but the pact that was made five hundred years ago kept the two sides at peace, for now. Gaia scented the air and caught a familiar scent, Rosebush. Deciding she was better in company than alone she headed toward the scent and eventually found Rosebush in sight. "Good Morning, Rosebush." she greeted her smiling.
Aisling rolled her eyes "Lyhra's too scared to show her face, even if she was alive. But Gaia isn't giving up hope, she reminds everyone, everyday that soon Lyhra will be back to save the cause."The white and gold dragoness spat, curling her tail around her claws, she was a but afraid of black heart but not enough to talk to her.
