Syrilth entered the barrier, forming ripples in the air around her figure as she passed through the invisible barrier. The faint sounds instantly became louder, much more clearer. She breathed in deeply. The scents of dragons, demons and humans filled her sharp nose. Even in her compact form, she still retained her dragon senses. Dragons chatted with each other as the festival went on, most of whom had flown from afar she did not recognise. Humans were mostly surrounded by dragons, being bombarded with questions. There were only a few demons, and they had dragon escorts with them. She smiled seeing a child dragon finally showing off a tremendous magic display after being all shy about it and get excited when it passed.

She proceeded to wander around the tribe's grounds aimlessly, observing everything. It was one of her hobbies actually, observing, that is. Syrilth considered searching for her few friends who were probably scattered all over the place, but decided not to, as she figured they were most likely busy with something. She wasn't much of a social dragon, and would mostly be found alone. She didn't mind that fact though, although it would sometimes feel lonely. Thus she wasn't searching for a mate like many other adult dragons.

She entered a shop after a black dragon had opened the shop's big doors meant for a dragon, intending to window shop. She witnessed the dragon apologizing to just about all who was there in the place, and was curious to find out why.