A small ways away from the others, Matiu and Thresher where scraping away a patch of grass from under a tree, [b]'I do not know why we needed to stop. This storm is mild compared to the ones on isle virdis. The mainlanders really are a sad lot aren't they?'[/b] Thresher's voice rang in Matiu's head, absolutely dripping with contempt, "Thresh, you gotta remember that they aren't used to the same things as us. Not to mention the other dragons need to fly, they might get zapped by a bolt of lightening." Matiu verbally responded before patting the dragon on the side. 

The pair had no intention of actually setting up a camp, the tree that they had chosen managed to block out a sufficient portion of the rain, and with Thresher's peculiar combination of feathers and scales, they could easily huddle up together for warmth. Thresher looked at the other dragons and snorted, [b]'I still don't like having to wait Matiu.'[/b] he thought irritably before lying down on the patch of dirt that had been dug out. Matiu simply shook his head and chuckled, "We've got to get along if we want to complete our goal. Think about it, the sooner this is over, the sooner we can return to the jungles of isle virdis.". The idea of going home soon seemed to placate Thresher enough that he lowered his head onto his massive paws with nothing more than an annoyed snort. Matiu chuckled once more and sat on the dirt and leaned back onto Thresher's side to watch the others. They seemed like a decent enough bunch, but he wasn't going out of his way to speak unless spoken to.