[hider=WIP]As Cera walked along this endless garden. Down a beaten path of thick grass and moss. The hanging vines, enormous flowers and bushes acting as walls seperating the path from the forest. The soft constant patter of flapping wings emerged from the hidden forest past Cera. A dozen flying dragons, each approximately a foot in size. Flew over and around her and her dragon to get to the opposite end of the forest. A sign of the recent battle being waged within the forest. However rushed and flurried their flight patterns were. One without intimate knowing of these dragons tendencies wouldn't be able to guess trouble was around the corner. And so, as they soured to the sky. They left the ensuing combat, which was a ways off from the beaten path Cera was on. Giving no indication that, if alerted by these dragons. That the battle was going on. No. In contrary a group of Vrondi elites began to literally zoom past Cera. Their armor not hindering their graceful speed. They headed to the capital at urgent speed. Not saying a word or giving a glance to Cera or her dragon. Silent and focused as they always ever will be.[/hider]