A dragon. Just when Naia thought things couldn’t possibly get any crazier. She was seriously wondering how she had gotten thrust into all this mess. However, speculation would have to wait for later. Her eyes quickly scanned the situation before her, taking in all the information her mind would need to make a quick but rational decision. Time seemed to slow down as she thought, her brain feeling as if it were going a million miles an hour.

She didn’t doubt that the Dragon was after the lantern. Not after witnessing the dragon swallow the white light, which Naia could only assume had been a lantern as well, and spontaneously grow flesh. Obviously the lanterns gave the large creature power. Power that, judging from Palla’s reaction, Naia did not want to witness the Dragon having.

It’s eyes were trained on her, she could tell. The blue dots felt as if they were staring into her soul. She had the lantern. The Dragon wanted [i]her[/i], or more specifically, the lantern that had been in her possession since she had arrived here, which had probably only been a few hours ago. Palla wanted her to go. 

Her heart said she shouldn’t leave them. They were beginning to feel like friends in a way, though she had only known Palla a short while, the boy shorter still, combined with the fact that he had attacked them at first. However, her mind told she couldn’t. The dragon was after [i]Naia[/i]. If she left, it would most likely follow so it could take the lantern.

Her decision was made quick. Gripping the violet lantern tight, she quickly walked up to the gryphon. She looked the boy as she walked over, multi-tasking.

“Could I know your name in case I see you again?” She asked the boy quickly, but slow enough and clearly so that she could be understood. As she climbed onto the gryphon’s back, she quickly addressed Palla, “And Palla, any important, last-minute gryphon-riding tips I should know so I don’t fall off and die?”