[center][h2][color=Springgreen]Zyloria Reise[/color][/h2][/center]


[color=springgreen]"More like you'd be safer with me." [/color]Zyloria saw the male before her step closer to the eggs, a hatchling that wasn't his curled up with the remainder of the eggs. She was careful to hide her interest, her excitement to perhaps be going to her mothers homeland. No one here knew that she was a half-breed, though they would soon enough if she stayed with them for two long. She was reaching maturity, meaning she would no longer age at the same rate as them. One foot tapped on the ground, her brain working to see what would get them and the eggs out of Marshal before they were spotted. 

[color=springgreen]"We have a wagon, some trunks we can put the eggs in. Anything that's already on it's way here will find these when you're gone."[/color] Zyloria paused, crossing her arms beneath her chest, vibrant green eyes watching the two males before her. Her bangs splayed in front of her face, though the green shone through. Her mind was working in a tangle of questions, things she would need. Her father would have to come with, he knew so much about Dragons and fighting. [color=springgreen]"Get your group together, bring as many of the eggs as you can. Farm at the bottom of the hill, by the creek." [/color]

She turned on her heels, picking up an egg that was sitting further from the others. She didn't think anything specific of it, just that it was easier to get without the others freaking out. [color=springgreen]"I'll be taking this with me though. Insurance and all."[/color]