[i][b][color=ed1c24]We hear you. We are coming. Help us or keep quiet![/color][/b][/i] Drache thought sharply, intensely, towards the frightened presences, finally realizing that if she could hear the screeching in her mind, perhaps they could hear her as well. There was little comfort or softness in her tone, just like there was little that was comforting or soft in a dragonkin, but her intent to make good on her offer to help was clear enough.

The noise stopped, but it might have just been good timing with the trail she was literally blazing behind her. Without the tortured wailing dragging at her mind as viciously as claws through her scales, Drache breathed deeply and let out a growl. Dark smoke streamed from between her bared teeth and her nostrils. Her chest burned with the fire bubbling up from somewhere around her heart and her pulse pounded in her ears. Anger. She felt anger like a stinging all over her scaled flesh. Her eyes gleamed, and for once it wasn't just a reflection of the embers rising from their stirred torches and shallow pools of oil. The scent of burning swirled upwards, and the rising heat filled her golden wing membranes, the heat making her grin savagely.

The hellish glow of fire sprang up the walls of the cavern, a rising of light and colour that brought some semblance of what the temple had once been to life. Shadows wavered and darted across the intricately carved buildings and rocks, bringing motion and life to the sinuous shapes of flames frozen in the stone. Shadow and flame.

[color=ed1c24]"Sirik!"[/color] Wherever he was and whatever he was planning, now would be a good time. It was strange to have faith in someone else, even if her faith was for his loyalty to his fellow Kvaren rather than herself. Because if she knew drow at all, she knew he was Up To Something.

The dragonkin powered through the air towards Laurel, racing the surging water below, each leathery thump of her wings bringing the longest phallanges so close that they touched each other above and below on each stroke. The flapping dictated her breathing, her lungs only able to fill when her wings were stretched up and back. 

[color=ed1c24]"Laurel, spin your fire, girl! You know what to do! Kraven, well done. Do it again!"[/color]

Drache landed between the other two with such speed that her momentum carried her forward on her talons a few steps, her wings raised high behind her. Her long tail lashed threateningly as she eyed the creatures and the roiling water. The half-dragon's eyes narrowed as she concentrated and threw her claws forward, shoving heat and the anger out through those wicked black points and sent a sizzling white fireball down the main boulevard into the oncoming water.