[center][h2][color=ed1c24]Viranti[/color][/h2][/center]
Viranti breathed a rough sigh at the fading of the light. He had risen to his feet defiantly while the darkness threatened to consume him and marveled apprehensively as the emerald luminescence grew, heralding the expanse of flowers that greeted his senses afterwards. “Shut up! Get out of my head!” he yelled, irritated at the unfamiliar and invasive voice. However, it appeared as though the voice’s owner,  this God of Light Lucius, was unbothered by his objections, continuing to relay what sounded like the reason the young dragon was in this unfamiliar land. Before he could even say or ask anything more, both light and words dissipated, leaving Viranti to his first day as a free man.

Still adorned with the tattered rags he had worn in prison, a spacious beige shirt and trousers of cheap cloth and fibers, he made sure of the heavy and worn blade as well as the large traveler bag containing among other things a set of hunter’s attire he acquired from another prisoner, formerly of his people. He would have to make the change when he next had the chance. For right now, he was faced with what to do next. Liberated from the Tear, he would as soon run ecstatically or otherwise celebrate the occasion. Indeed he fantasized about the moment regularly. But this was not the backdrop he had envisioned, and his release seemed to have been for a purpose, the scope of which he had difficulty fathoming.

All throughout his trek through the  fields, Viranti pondered how malevolent the darkness was and how familiar the light felt, like that of the one shining down on him from above the ravine. He fiddled with the metallic restraints on his left wrist and neck. He had since grown used to their feel, but there weren’t the happiest memories attached to them. The dragonute looked down at the flowers he was crushing underfoot, their moisture adding to the bizarre sensation they gave him. He picked one up, snapping the stem carelessly and observing the vibrant plant as he walked. He hadn’t seen anything exactly like it before, the petal arrangement and coloration like nothing he had seen. With nowhere else to put it, he fitted the stem of the white flower in between his left horn and ear. Throwing it away felt like a waste for some reason.

Upon seeing a settlement in the distance, he could only have assumed it to be the Edivid Village that Lucius had spoken of. Without a second thought, Viranti ran at a brisk and energetic pace as the sun rose higher, eager to find this “Oracle”. She may very well be his only means of understanding what was going on.