[center]The first day on the quest was quiet and uneventful. It was an early fall day, with blue skies and a cool breeze from the north. The party of Trainees and their faithful dragons set out with little provisions, because they didn't want to carry to much weight and tire the dragons. After a few hours of flying over the vast grass fields surrounding Del, the party landed to rest and eat. The younger dragons were having a little bit of difficulty – they weren't used to flying for so many hours. By time they had recovered enough to move on, the light of day was dwindling. The adventurers carried on for about two more hours before making camp for the night.

 So far, day two has not been nearly as pleasant. The group awoke in the early hours of morning to a torrential rain storm. With the dragons now wet and grounded, the party trekked through the fields on foot..............[/center]

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[b]”Man, I hate storms!”[/b] Riley Walker's voice was high-pitched with annoyance. He raked his wet hair out of his face, his expression pure misery. The young boy crossed his arms over his chest, hiding his shivering from the other riders. He wasn't about to be the first one to say that it was [i]freezing cold out[/i]. He looked over at his older brother, Keith, and grumbled. [b] “I don't know why, but somehow this is all your fault.” [/b]

Dynasis snorted a puff of smoke in amusement. His pure white scales glittered from a layer of raindrops. Faint wisps of steam rose up from his body, his inner fire keeping him warm.
Riley glared at him, his green eyes fierce. [b] “What's so funny?” [/b]

Dynasis lips curled back, in a dragon's attempt at an innocent smile. [I] “What, me? Oh, I was only thinking about how wimpy humans are.” [/i]

The dragon had a youthful voice, and the low tones echoed in Riley's head. If Riley could puff smoke in anger, he would have. [b] “I'm not a wimp! It's not my fault I'm not made of fire!” [/b]

[I] “I'm not 'made of fire'.” [/i] Dyamis retorted, [I] “I just breathe it.” [/i]

Riley paused a moment before he spoke. When someone had a valid argument, his response was usually, [b] “......shut up.” [/b]

The boy looked around at the group. As far as he could tell, he was the youngest. Everyone else looked like they had gone through more then he and Dynamis. Some looked like they might even have seen the actual war. Riley loved to talk, so it was driving him crazy that they were so quiet.