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[Princess Porcelain]

Analyse Sapphira III

Anna snuggled up to Suri and cried. All of her friends from many years ago...Dead. Even Princess Skye's body had been among the dead. Now what would become of the Elf Dragon Watch? There were no more heirs, so who would lead the Watch in the years to come? The thought dawned on Anna that she might be the last elf dragon living. She shivered at the thought, and vowed that once she reached the Archmage, she would have him help her destroy Devin for all he'd done to the dragons. How could the Maker let this happen? she thought. the destruction of an entire race is at hand. There are less than twenty dragons left, and I'm sure Devin knows where we are. then again, the Maker may have a new plan for us...When we reach the Archmage, I guess we'll find out. Anna laid her head on her forepaws and curled her tail around her to sleep.

[-Starchild.Keith-]

~Lunaris~

After Anna healed her, she smiled slightly at her and laid down. "I will eat, do not worry. But I will eat later, after the storm abates. I find this weather upsets my stomach a bit." As she closed her eyes, she drifted off a bit, slightly smirking that a little elf dragon was breathing fire. It was both ute and pathetic at the same time to her. Shortly after, she smelled something like burning flesh, and it wasn't of prey. When Anna returned and began to cry, she deduced what happened. Lunaris walked a bit closer and put her head down next to her. "I appreciate you healing me, little one. And now, you must take time to heal yourself, restoring your emotions so that you may fly on and avenge your fallen comrades, as I will avenge mine. I can relate to the pain that you are feeling now, and promise to help you reach your goal, for it aligns with my own."


~Svarog~

He followed Kiedan towards a cave, struggling a bit against he wind. That could penetrate his shield even though it blocked much of the hail. Following Kiedan's path, he landed easily on the ledge of the cave and walked inside, looking around carefully for signs of life. When he saw none, he relaxed a bit and sat down near the back of the cave. "Shall we just wait the storm out here, then? And afterwards continue on our way?"

[Princess Porcelain]

Zarein Kiedan Matarin

Kiedan nodded. "That would seem the wisest course to follow at the moment." He went to one end of the large cavern and dragged his things with him. He was careful to hide the cow skin that contained his writings and his father's scrolls. He curled up beside them, protecting them from nosy intruders, and fell asleep. He dreamed about many different things. In one dream, a female riding dragon was flying beside them over a giant valley, and she proclaimed that he had amnesia and that he was her mate. Seven hatchlings flew behind them, so his dream self assumed she was right. In another dream, his father flew into the cave and announced that he was not dead, but that he had been in hiding because Devin had been searching for him for so long. Kiedan continued sleeping and dreaming, until a particularly loud clap of thunder echoed through the cave.

Analyse Sapphira III

Anna nodded as Lunaris spoke, turning a beautiful gold color that added more light to the cave as she fell asleep. A feeling of contentment surrounded her inner being, an emotion she transferred to the other dragons through her talent. She would reach the Archmage. She would find whatever was left of the elf dragon species. She would save her race from extinction. She would make friends. She would do everything possible to avenge the deaths of all the dragons that suffered at the orchis' hands. She would do everything in her power to destroy Devin, and she would make sure he was dead. Even if it took an entire century, she would see him to his grave, of that she was sure. She was determined that he would not live.

[.Saffron.]

"Live life exciting.
If that means dangerous,
Then so be it.
Life will always go on,
Even if it's not in your body."

• Suri • Lohi • Kaarme •
Suri nodded gratefully to Lunaris. The fire dragon was quite wise, he reflected, yet she seemed to have a sense of humor in there too. He sighed, unhappy and unsettled by this sight. The broken eggs, the dead bodies, now charred by Anna's fire....what did this mean? Even the princess elf was among the dead, how could that be? Were dragons truly dying away, was there no safe place? He sighed and looked around. I MUST fight. He told himself bitterly. I will have my revenge, I will find other Greater Dragons. I will make it to the Archmage. He held his head a little higher as he gazed at the sleeping Anna, curled up in his tail.
••••••
He decided to thank the fire dragon properly, a nod was a little ingrateful. "Thank you" He said to her quietly. "I'm guessing that you're Lunaris?" He asked, settling his wings a little more comfy on his back as he did so. He himself was slightly tired after fighting a tornado - not sleepy tired, but his muscles hurt slightly from battling the winds. As he waited for Lunaris' answer, he examined her. She was pure white, a very graceful color, but unusual for a fire dragon. Her silver eyes matched her scales nicely, and looked a little like full moons to him. Then he noticed that she was tipped silver on the ridge of her back and her wings. A little like him, with his bronze-tipped purple scales.

[lynettetan1]

(Ezra is with Lunaris, Suri and Anna.)
Ezra had layed down in the shadows, giving a slight yawn. The blue dragon then curled up, in a way that no one could get close without staring down her vividly piercing eyes and body full of spikes. She felt her eyelids slowly inch closer together.

Suddenly, she heard a voice. Ezra's eye opened, vivid once more as she tracked the source of the sound. It was the.... Creature. She figured to was a sea dragon, but she had not really seen one in her life, so she would not know.

Ezra shook her head. "Don't mention it." the sea dragon seemed uncomfortable and reluctant to talk, so was Ezra.(slight wb.)

[-Starchild.Keith-]

~Lunaris~

After speaking to the little elf dragon, she retreated from them a bit and sat down. When Suri spoke, her eyes met his. "My name is Lunaris Stella Mushira. I am a fire dragon, and an odd mutation in my parents' genes caused my scale and eye color." She turned her head slightly to the side, catching a bit of the fire in her eyes. Instantly, they flashed a bright rainbow color and seemed to shimmer. "I am only 56 years old, but sadly my species doesn't live that long. I don't believe that I caught your name, either."

[SilverDoe]

The Grand Archmage

The Archmage used his wizardry to lift him up to Croner's back. He sat down and grabbed one of Croner's large scales to hang on to. Luckily, he had put a quill pen and an empty journal in his robe's pocket that morning because he had planned to go to the dwarf mines, anyway, so he answered his friend, saying, "Yes, I happened to have brought some pens and parchment with me, because I had planned to go to the dwarf mines, anyway. Shall we set off? I will mindspeak the directions to you." The Grand Archmage waited for Croner to take off, silently making notes of which mines to visit. Several were only big enough that only the dwarves and the elf dragons would fit in their openings, but more than one was big enough to house at least two mountain dragons. He guessed the dwarves couldn't decide which size to make their mine openings, and so they used them all.

+Croner Septa Ler+
Croner nodded enthusiastically. The sooner the better. They should not be caught unprepared when the other dragons arrived. "Perfect. In that case, go now." They might as well. The very thought of seeing dwarf mines filled him with excitement. He crouched down as low as he could so that the Archmage could climb up on him. It was an awkward, uncomfortable position. Mountain dragons were not the best dragons for riding, mostly because of the difficulties in mounting them. He found himself wishing his mate Claudia were here. She would love to see the mines, he thought wistfully. She could piece together everything we found and figure out everything there is to know about the dwarves that lives there. He missed her, he realised suddenly. He had thought he had forgotten that period of his life. When you lived to be thousands of years old - maybe millions, as mountain dragons could live for so long they were practitcally immortal - it was amazing the things you could make yourself forget.

He supposed coming of the dragons had reawaked old memories. He closed his saucer-sized eyes and blinked back a tear. Yes. One day, he would kill every slayer that had ever laid hands on a dragon before. That he promised himself.
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. . . Cassia Alla Moore . . .

Despite still being sore and numb and very weakend, Cassia realised she could stand, if on wobbly legs, and there was scarcely a mark left on her scales. Someone must have healed her. Surveying her surroundings once more, she spotted an elf dragon in the corner. She supposed it must have been her. To her bewilderment, she still felt the longing for bonding and companionship, though she did everything in her power to lock it away and crush it. She could not share her feelings with anyone. They were hers, private, personal. Yet she hated this sensation of being alone, being... lost. She needed someone else, much as it galled her to admit it.

She supposed she should introduce herself. She steeled herself again, banished any trace of emotion from her mind. She still remembered the sincerity in her voice as she had thanked the dragon who had saved her, and she despised it.

"Greetings. My name is Cassia Alla Moore. I am very much grateful for your help." There. That was better. Strong. Emotionless. As hard as her voice should have been from the very beginning. She could not be vulnerable. Perhaps she should stay with these dragons. Not so she wouldn't have to be alone again, of course. Just for the practical advantages. Slowly so as not to exhaust herself she got up, no longer shaking. She felt hungry - her injuries had sapped her of her strength - but she supposed she should wait for the storm to pass before going hunting. She had no wish to repeat the incident on the beach. Ever. Yet her stomach rumbled. "If you will, perhaps I could join your little group until we reach the Grand Archmage. Strength lies in numbers, after all." She said nothing of the fact that numbers also gave a better chance of revenge. Some things she would never tell anyone.

[Princess Porcelain]

The Grand Archmage

The Grand Archmage nodded and said with his mind, "The caves are about a twenty-minute flight from here. Go east for three miles until you see a glimmering white stone structure. That is the dwarf tower, where the dwarves who worked in the mines would sleep at night. When you pass it, turn northward and search until you see five to ten cave openings. Some will be large and easy to spot, while others will be small, so search carefully. Each will have a small pile of sapphires or gold outside of it to indicate that the mine is abandoned, so that should help you." He waited for Croner to take off as he took in the sights of the area around him. The sky was clear, birds twittered in the trees, unlike the scene which the other twelve dragons undoubtedly viewed.

He thought briefly of how all of the dragons would soon find mates of their own species to spend their life with and missed his own wife, Tara. She had died in a fire centuries ago, leaving him to raise their son to take his place when he died. His son was a young man now, young because mages, or wizards, as they were often called, aged slowly. He thought of his brother, Merlin, who was also a mage and happened to be King Arthur's advisor. He was proud of his brother, yes, and he was equally proud of Croner, who, like him, had lost loved ones due to horrid circumstances. He thought of the inevitability that society would one day reject and despise mages, and that they would have to seek seclusion on a forgotten isle and make a new life for themselves. The dragons would have to come with them, of course, if they didn't, things would only end up worsening for them, because the slayers would return in full force.

Analyse Sapphira III

Anna stirred in her sleep, fluttering her wings and moving her legs slightly as if she were running from something. In reality, she was having nightmares that involved her past. Dark images and silhouettes of stalking creatures filled her unconscious mind. Images of her parents being crushed and the newborns being beheaded filled her mind. Why hadn't she been there to help? Why must she endure this? The scene switched to a serene field where beautiful dragons of all colors and species rested, all in harmony with the others...Except the elf dragons. She smiled and flew out to greet them, but was blocked by an invisible wall that shocked her out of the air. She landed on the ground by the Archmage's feet. He picked her up and glared at her, saying, "Anna, you must leave. You do not belong here, for you have let your species of dragons die."
"But sir, I-" Anna protested.
"Go! Go, and do not return!" the Archmage boomed.
Anna fluttered off, crying. I hadn't meant to let them die, you know, she thought.

Anna's violet eyes opened slowly as she recovered from her nightmares. They scared her. What if that does happen in the future? she thought. She spread her wings and gave a slight trill of relief, turning from gold to purple. She trilled a merry tune to boost her comrades' spirits, and then she turned blue, both to assess the weather and to reflect her mood. The storm would abate soon, and the tornado had blown itself out, but the rest of the night, it would be wet and rainy, so they would have to wait and resume their quest the next morning, when it would be sunny and somewhat dry, but still a little bit soggy. Anna then realized the fact that she was hungry again. She assumed her body needed more energy because of her recent endeavors. She wasn't used to traveling, after fifty years of hiding in a tree hollow.

She thought back to her old home, remembering the small collections of objects she'd had, and making note to return and collect them once she had set up shop in the Archmage's realm. She sighed and searched her belongings for something tasty to eat. She ate part of her reserves of dead bugs and rodent meat, saving the rest for tomorrow morning. Of course, she would then have to go hunting to replenish her supplies, but for right now, she would curl up and eat what was available to her.

[lynettetan1]

Ezra lay, curled up in a corner, though not really sleeping. No, she was to trained for that. Her ears tracked everyone's movements, especially when the female sea dragon started moving. Her voice seemed devoid of emotion, a little like hers. At least it wasn't a social reject. She thought about things. She wasn't hungry, she was near starvation most of the time at her... Master's house, only fed when it was clear she would die otherwise. Besides, she had very recetly eaten a whole deer. Her tail twitched ever so slightly, and se nodded at Anna's words.

[.Saffron.]

"Live life exciting.
If that means dangerous,
Then so be it.
Life will always go on,
Even if it's not in your body."

• Suri • Lohi • Kaarme •
Suri looked down towards Anna, who was twitching in her sleep slightly, her eyelashes fluttering as she dreamed. He hoped she'd be okay, he quite liked the little dragon, he felt more loyal to her than the other three that he hadn't had time to get to know.
••••••
Hearing Lunaris' words, he looked up, his eyes catching on hers as they flashed rainbow fire. Her scales shone slightly as she did so too. "Impressive" He commented on her eyes, slightly struck by her out-of-the-box ness. After a moment of silence, he answered her question. "I am Suri Lohi Kaarme the Tenth, but I go by Suri. I am a greater dragon, and I would be roughly 350-60 years old." He answered. Feeling Anna stretch and look up, he looked down at the small dragon, smiling as she checked the weather and whistled. "What's the weather?" He asked her.