Cold water sluiced from the large white dragon as he moved about, and Drache's snout twisted with dislike as she tried to shake the frigid drops off, her eyebrow raised balefully at Genrit until he began to depart. [color=ed1c24]"Tch! Rude."[/color] With a disgusted huff, she gripped the heavy bag tightly and struggled after him, hopping from ledge to ledge on the way out, paying closer attention this time to avoid another sledge-ride down into the darkness. It was a miracle she hadn't broken anything the first time around!

[color=ed1c24]"Maybe he'll fly away and I'll get to keep it. It's only fair,"[/color] she reasoned wishfully. But she found Genrit sulking just outside with his eyes lifted towards the stars and plopped the bag down with a muffled jingle.

With her hands on her hips, Drachiathoryx sighed smokily, watching the big dragon thoughtfully and trying to decide what to do. Not that it was any of her responsibility of course! Crickets sang into the warm night and the long grass growing between the stone rustled against the breeze.

[color=ed1c24]"There, there. It's not all bad, is it? You'll be full of fire and fury in no time, Genrit. Look, you've already got a nice shine to your scales."[/color] Vanity. A nearly universal vice among dragons. She may have patted him on the shoulder if she wasn't slightly concerned he might yet try to eat her. [color=ed1c24]"It's a whole new world for you to explore now. Pyresia is that way."[/color] She gestured northwest with her wingtip. Whether he would chose to join the City of Wyrms or avoid it, he should know where it was. [color=ed1c24]"The Skytalons and Duelists have [i]laudi[/i] painted on their wings."[/color]

It occured to the shiny-seeker that with his knowledge Genrit might be able to help her find fresh placed to dig. Places no one else remembered. But she held her tongue on that subject for now.