{{Oh, sorry. You can time skip by yourselves if you want, I don't mind.
Onayra woke up on the rocks next to the river with Mythirion curled up next to her. She stood and shook the water out of her gleaming blond hair, pushing her circlet up again.
Mythirion opened her eyes slightly, standing up next to Onayra. Should we find the human?
Onayra turned to face the dragon. In a while. She bent to wash her face at the river and gasped at the silvery mark on her palm. Look!
The dragon peered over at the mark, then licked her nose. It's normal. What are you called?
Onayra splashed water onto her face before answering. I am Onayra. You?
Mythirion stretched his wings and flapped twice. Mythirion.