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[Alpha*]

The silver and the halfling share a look and then silently stare at the arrangement of Fairth's on the grass. Niether says a word but one by one images flow onto the stone-ink-majic slabs. A butterflies wings is the first one, and then of past battles - scenes engraved in Morag's mind, not the dragon who has chose him. Ketch cannot pull his Bonded from his memories that flow like water on glass from his mind into the stones before them. A personal account of a prisoner of the enemy, a soldier in war.

[Iselka]

The silver and the halfling share a look and then silently stare at the arrangement of Fairth's on the grass. Niether says a word but one by one images flow onto the stone-ink-majic slabs. A butterflies wings is the first one, and then of past battles - scenes engraved in Morag's mind, not the dragon who has chose him. Ketch cannot pull his Bonded from his memories that flow like water on glass from his mind into the stones before them. A personal account of a prisoner of the enemy, a soldier in war.

Mya created many others all from her dreams. One caught her complete attention though... a fairth of her grandfathers face along with his name.

[Alpha*]

Morag blinks in shock at what he sees and then with a slam of his hand down on the immages shatters them. Rage darkens phantometile eyes as he stands and stalks away with a soft sound in the back of his throat of distress. Mirrored when the silver dragon dissapears into the sky, mind locked firmly away.

[Iselka]

Morag blinks in shock at what he sees and then with a slam of his hand down on the immages shatters them. Rage darkens phantometile eyes as he stands and stalks away with a soft sound in the back of his throat of distress. Mirrored when the silver dragon dissapears into the sky, mind locked firmly away.

Mya felt his distress and ran after him. She jumped onto a tree and used it to flick herself up to Risla'ad.

[Alpha*]

The silver dragon allows himself to continue onward, pain wrought all over him. Ketching Lightning glares in silence at the sky; ***Why do you come?*** he asks.

The half-ling watches their shadows as they dissapear, mind firmly linked to his Bonded, but locked against everything else.

[Iselka]

The silver dragon allows himself to continue onward, pain wrought all over him. Ketching Lightning glares in silence at the sky; ***Why do you come?*** he asks.

The half-ling watches their shadows as they dissapear, mind firmly linked to his Bonded, but locked against everything else.

((Who is Lightning talking to))

[Alpha*]

(Mya and Risla'ad )

[Iselka]

(Mya and Risla'ad )

((Ahhh))

"I know you're in pain don't try to hide it because I'll know."

[Alpha*]

***The things done to us... the pain we have recieved... it doesnt matter. *** Lies the dragon softly, ***There is nothing to do for it, we both know it. But why have you come Teacher?*** Ketch has slowed his wingbeats, considering where to go. Because while the two are linked, for now, they both know they'll fall apart if they remain too close.

[Iselka]

***The things done to us... the pain we have recieved... it doesnt matter. *** Lies the dragon softly, ***There is nothing to do for it, we both know it. But why have you come Teacher?*** Ketch has slowed his wingbeats, considering where to go. Because while the two are linked, for now, they both know they'll fall apart if they remain too close.

"I'll tell you something I've only told Risla'ad if you land."