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As the gathering of disparate heroes and hunters drew nearer to the Seat, the ever shining sun poured further over the horizon. Elle imagined if it might cascade over the other side like a radiant waterfall while she stared up at the iridescent sky as it was fading slowly into redder and bluer hues. She watched as the clouds, such gargantuan wisps of churning water and air, provided a vivid contrast of color reflecting off of the light at a harsher angle than the atmospheric canopy above them. And as the intrepid few among them strolled through the outermost wall of the keep, Elle gawked at how the shadows cast by the mountain-laden edge of her vision stretched outward into the sky like a veil only partially obscuring their view to the heavens. She felt some sort of conflict in the deepening twilight, for as the distance between her and the sweet sun's kiss grew, the view became even more enchanting. 

It had truly been far too long since she had last been out in the sun. 

The human, whose name she hadn't yet been exposed to, whose age must certainly be drawing near to a tenth of her own, gave a reply. She didn't seem quite so enthralled by the sunset that she was distracted, especially with the elven ease to her stride, but she did pause for a moment. It was a joke of course, the wit was not lost on her, but she wasn't quite up to date with Mevrosan rule to understand it fully. She smiled then, despite herself, as she pulled her eyes from the deep violet sea above to the wizened man with perhaps too steady a step for a cane. [color=yellow]"If we are, then this is as great a time as any, maybe."[/color]

Before too long thereafter, they came upon the sprawling courtyard of the Seat's far larger demesne. Greeting them were elves, with unfamiliar faces, both holding themselves in a high regard and seemingly quite young. Although, Elle did indeed seem just as young. The girl was introduced as the Duchess, or not quite so any longer, and this seemed strange to Elle given that she believed Eduardo and Isabella Mavros to still be the heads of the duchy. Her brother, however, neglected to introduce himself in his haste. Given that she seemed to have stepped down from her position, it'd be easy to assume that the unnamed boy was slated for the Dukeship. Ada, on the other hand, seemed quite pondering. Very sharp. She even remembered as much of the White Dragons as Elle did, which was impressive given the druid's own experiences with the fiends. 

This herald of Valkur was certainly a dramatic celestial. Elle always imagined they were, given how mighty and elevated their masters liked to present themselves as. The appearance of the messenger was marked initially by clouds billowing out and darkening as they spread over the sky, only for crashes of thunder to punctuate the being's entrance and exit. 'Impressive' wouldn't be Elle's first word to describe it, though that may just be her time-worn bias speaking for her. What especially did not improve her opinion of the creature was the frustrating vagueness of direction. The thing may as well have pointed in a direction and said 'go'. 

But a dragon, one as territorial as this, no less, consorting with the very brutes they so often wage wars with? There had to be some conspiracy, a secret behind it all, something to explain this. It had to be dangerous. There had to be wondrous curios and fabulous riches. Oh, how the excitement already built. She felt nearly as young as she appeared just running through the impending adventure in her head. 

[color=yellow]"I believe,"[/color] she spoke up, stepping forward, [color=yellow]"I will help in heading North. It will be far beyond freezing if we have to break into an ice drake's lair,"[/color] her open palm raised beside her as sparks congealed into a sweltering orb that bobbed gently over her fingertips harmlessly, [color=yellow]"And I can break it."[/color] With a spin of her wrist, the scintillating flame puffed into spoke, and she was left subtly smiling to herself. [color=yellow]"I do have ways of observing from afar, but I will need to know where to look. Do you think your library might have an answer to that, Miss Ada?"[/color][/color][/indent][/indent]