[i]’The grass around the lake blew softly in the wind, as she laid in the  grass staring up at the sky; down below the knoll stood the Berisama Clan’s buildings and ships, past that laid the road that the caravans took to reach them. It was that road the eager girl watched, the caravan leader had promised he would bring her back a flower that didn’t grow in the Expanse. Rey was skeptical at the very idea that something as beautiful as the field of flowers around her would grow elsewhere away from the giving life of the lake below. Stretching slightly she sighed softly before returning to her feet, a bow smiled up at her as the light glimmered and danced across the metal work that twined around the wooden frame.

Siren’s Cry.

The bow had once been her mothers, and as tradition dictates it had been passed onto her at her fifteenth birthday; before that she had been using the one of the old ones the hunting party had lying around. Her father had thrown such a fit when he found out about her handling weapons, saying that her betrothed would wanted nothing to do with such an unfit lady.  

Secretly Rey held onto the notion that he was as proud as her mother had seemed when she presented it to her.

The soft whickering of the horses below drew the blonde’s attention as a wide grin broke across her face, scampering to gather her bow Rey slide down the hill rolling part of the way as a soft pearl of laughter followed her down. Sliding to a stop behind the forge letting the warmth of it embrace her slightly before straightening her dress and bracelets trying to regain some form of composure that she knew was expected of her.  The caravan wrapped around the clan square as they made quick work setting up stalls and carts, hawking their wares to anyone who would listen, at the front of it stood a sun-kissed man, his skin was as tan as the leather boots that adorned his feet; the rest of his was adorned in garb of such wonderful and strange fashion, bright colors and sashes that held a long curved sword tight against his belt. The young girl felt she could stare at him for hours, drawn to the laughter dancing behind his eyes, or the crooked grin that sat under his sharp beak like nose.  Realizing she had been caught staring against, a sharp blush rose from her cheeks as she bowed politely in return to his elegant overdrawn bow, a bright red flower in his hand.  The deepness of the color drew the girl closer wanting a better look at it, unknowing that her father watched the two a disapproving frown lining his face before making his way to greet the caravan leader, effectively forcing his young daughter to fall back into place behind him. 

They talked for a while before the sharp screech of the man’s bird gave out a warning taking flight drawing everyone’s attention towards the large descending shadow as the large gushes of winds blew against the cloth coverings. It was as everyone was frozen for a moment before scattering, carts left abandoned as the horses pulled other out of the giant beast’s way.  It’s bright red scales glimmering in the sun light casting red lighting into the lake, a strange serene aura dispelling from it. While others hide behind one another the small girl took a step closer enamored with the large creature, it was a dragon; they all heard the legends of those destined to ride these mythical creatures but for one to come here was great honor.  It was like the world around her had been turned down, she hardly noticed the armored man dismount, or the caravan leader’s hand on her shoulder pulling her back towards him as her father started to welcome the stranger but was cut short by the news that they were here for his daughter, his daughter he was supposed to marry off in less than three weeks.  He delivered his message and turned to his dragon feeding it treats and checking the saddle’s strapping for chaffing. A few steps away Rey’s mother and father were in deep argument over the turn of events as the caravan leader kissed her forehead whispering something in his native tongue, to her it seemed like both a blessing and warning.’[/i]

Rey was so absorbed within the memories of the past few weeks, her left hand idly petting the small dragon curled up in her lap that she heard little of what was going on around her, the soft red robe had triggered the memory of the dragon’s scales, the same one that circled high above her head with it’s kindred.  Her eyes focused on the small one in her lap, Owain. 

[i]’They had lead her into a small room, nothing but a lone pillar and a plush pillow, it was the item on the pillow that caught her attention a bright green, the color of the forest in summer. The three robed figures behind her gave instructions for her to simply touch the egg and the rest would take care of itself. Tentatively she listened to them, her breath hitching with each step she took, her hand reaching out shaking as it drew closer to the shimmering egg. 

A sharp light filled the room blinding the occupants momentarily as the egg rose slightly before shattering, reacting instinctively Rey caught the small creature before he could hit the pillow, his scales and eyes mimicked the deep rich color of the egg. It was that moment she knew her life would never be quiet the same.’[/i]

The voice of the boy next to her brought her back to reality as he introduced himself and his dragon, Heirnisch was his name, and the dragon was Hrox. She would remember those names; they would hold a purpose in the future. Following the boy’s example still unsure of what was all said she transferred the small green dragon from her lap to her shoulder before standing straightening her robe. [b] [color=00a651]”Well Met.”[/color][/b] She greeted bowing slightly towards the three that sat on their thrones, her voice was smooth and strong showing no signs of hesitation, nor did it waver with anxiety, [b][color=00a651]”I am Eliysis Reyan Kristansa, First Daughter of the Water of the Berisama Clan. As I served my clan, I will serve you the same. My partner has decided the name Owian is to his liking.”[/color][/b] The first words were an echo of the oath all men took before joining a lord’s service or that of a mercenary group. Bowing against the slender girl returned to her seat.