[h3][color=red]Rhys[/color][/h3]

"[color=red]Couldn't you have waited until noon?[/color]" The dragon grumbled, displeasure evident on his features. Dead leaves crunched with every step he took. They were walking through an umber-brown, ancient forest. Befitting of dragons' ages. The forest reeked of it, age. Its woody incense was from centuries of snapping branches crashing to the forest’s floor and rotting silently. The composting, organic smell rose up in waves like a miasma. Because of her, they were venturing deeper into the tangled heart of this primeval forest, where travellers would disappear to and never be seen again-- of course, because it is the dragons' nest. One of the many nests found in the world. Huge roots spread-eagled the ground, twisting like the great backs of sea dinosaurs. The foliage became thick and lush, forming an arch of fairytale-green above them.
"[color=red]Where are you taking me anyway? I demand to know.[/color]" 

Rhys was getting impatient. He had the urge of fulminating, and composing himself was quite a task, for his name itself meant something along those lines, if he could remember. His companion said something about showing him to... whatever it is she found, but he had just won a brawl--with an older Royal Crimson at that--and his muscles ached from fatigue. Despite that, his pride would not let him display weakness. However, his friend's energetic demeanor was contagious after all, and thus he was led away. Albeit begrudgingly now that he felt its repercussions.