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[hr][h3][color=6ecff6]S   i   m   b   e   l   m   y   n   ë[/color][/h3][hr][/center]
Simbels eyes wandered from Dorian, to Faline, and Amandine. Together, they were weaving a tale which sounded both ominous and intriguing to the with-o'-the-woods. A strange blight, plagueing the land. An old relic, thought long lost. The twists and turns of the annals of history. It was a lot to take in for one who were used to communing with beasts. They lived simpler lives and had simpler needs that were a lot more relatable than this epic business that Simbel found herself caught up in right now. Why did civilized people always have to complicate things so? To what end? The list of pointless rituals and hidden meanings had no end, and no beginning. Although her frustration was growing, Simbels face was as calm as a cold winter lake on a windless day.

She did feel bad for Amandine, however, when she spoke of the dragons of yore. The feeling of being able to communicate with ones deity directly - she understood that intimately. The idea of losing that, of losing her connection to the Wilder... It didn't bear thinking too much about. She felt as though she should say something. [color=6ecff6]I understand this feeling[/color], she said, [color=6ecff6]And I am sorry for your loss. Yours, and that of all your kind.[/color] She looked Amandine in the eyes for a short moment before letting her continue her story. 

Simbel had never before heard of this tribe of Dragonians, the Hiemaquas. She knew little enough of the Dragonian people as a whole, granted, but of these ones she had heard nothing. Her thoughts drifted to her Mother, and what her part in this story was. How had she become involved, and why? Why had she left the token for Simbel to find? Had she planned on Simbel meeting with these people? Had her Mother counted on her to work for the Emperor? Simbel found it hard to believe that was the will of the Horned One. Then again, she was not yet fully initiated into the inner circle of the coven. There were secrets she was still ignorant of. Perhaps this was one of them.

As Amandine finished her speech, Simbel had a hard time interpreting her words. There was a bell ringing in the back of her mind, trying to tell her something, but she couldn't quite grasp what it was. There was something off about how the Dragonian was saying the words coming out of its mouth; it was like it was lying, but it wasn't lying. Simbel couldn't remember the word for it, but it made her nervous. She was fairly certain they would not be offered dragon mounts and hatchery-time by the tribe, and she wondered why Amandine would say that they could. Deciding against calling her out on it, Simbel walked the middle path. [color=6ecff6]I need no mount[/color], she said, [color=6ecff6]And infant reptiles seldom have anything interesting to say.[/color]