Feneya raised her eyebrow as Dovah's expression changed from defiance to reluctant acceptance as he began eating, but she didn't say anything. She turned to Istaria with a tiny smile "I am not in as much pain, so I think that I should be able to fly for a day at a time." She raised her eyebrow with a pointed glance at SoNem "We should make good progress, even if I am a wounded dragonelle." She ate some of the meat and prummed as it went down her throat, making her whole body warm.
After a second she turned back to SoNem and Istaria "I think North is a good idea, the other dragons are probably heading there as well." Feneya flexed her shoulder and moved her wing slightly, wincing at the pain but pleased that it wasn't hurting as bad as the day before. She sniffed the air and looked around at the cliffs and the forest below, trying to figure out whether it would be better to fly immediately or walk in the forest so they could smell any humans that came near. The back of her throat itched slightly as the urge to incinerate every human she saw rose in her gut but she calmed it and stood, walking towards the edge of the cliff.
She turned back to the other dragons and spoke in a commanding tone "We had better get moving soon. SoNem, you will carry Dovah." She turned and watched the sun rise as she spread her wings to test them out. It hurt a lot to use her injured wing but Feneya hid her pain and swore that she wouldn't let the younger dragons see it. As she looked north, she sighed and recalled the Queen, anger at the humans now replaced by sorrow. Then her mind drifted towards her parents, and a small smile grew on her face as she remembered her father KoRaa. He was the one who had taught her to breath fire in the special way of the Aramoor, and he had also told her about humans. He was a little older than Feneya was now when dragons were forced into hiding, and had spent much of his life in close proximity to human settlements. KoRaa hadn't learned all of the human speech but he was widely renowned in the colony as a translator of human. Feneya remembered the stories he would tell about humans, and the lessons in human speech he had forced all his hatchlings to listen to. She still knew a little human, but she had no desire to speak with one, especially...
She growled quietly as a memory she had forced behind her came to the surface. KoRaa had left the colony in search of food and on the way, he had encountered a human. The human appeared friendly at first, so KoRaa began speaking with him in human. Only a few words had left his lips when the rest of the human's pack came and attacked him. KoRaa tried to fight but there were too many humans, and he died. Feneya's face tightened in anger as she realized the only dragons that had really cared for her were now dead at the claws of humans.