[Center][h1][color=999999]Demund[/color][/h1][/center]

Demund stared at the smoldering bodies. He had gotten used to the sting of smoke pouring into his eyes and didn’t hinder his gaze as he looked upon each one. He knew them. Though their names escaped him and he hardly spoke to any of them, he at least remembered their faces. And now? They were nothing but blackened forms that only gave the shape once being human. For the first time this day Demund was glad he had not eaten yet, as it surely would have come back up.

Pulling his eyes away from the horrid sight, Alph called to him from horse backing noting it was time to leave. Helping him up, Demund spoke just loud enough to be heard over the horses gallop. [color=999999]“I found out quite a bit from my father, but I think it would be best if I shared it once we have regrouped.”[/color]

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[Center][h1][color=B0C4DE]Damascus[/color][/h1][/center]

The larger of the dragons made no move as the new arrival peeked her head around the corner. Instead he sat still watching her as she and the other humans spoke. She seemed friendly enough, at least she didn’t appear to be a threat. The others of his kin disagreed. The small orange one hissed and glared ready to go on the offensive while the no as small white one hid behind one of the unborn.

How quickly his stance on the girl changed when she made a grab at one of the eggs. Damascus didn’t even hesitate to leap past the girl and onto the stairs blocking her path. At least, as much as a newborn dragon could. He gave a short snort and an angry look at the red haired girl, making it clear he didn’t approve of her leaving with the egg.