Skyelynn sat at the bar, it was relatively early, and only a few of her new Guild mates were at the hall. Mirajane had only just arrived, and was working on making the shadow dragon her breakfast. A quiet conversation or two could be heard, but that was just about it.

"Are you going to go train with the others?" the barmaid asked, setting a plate before the silent woman.

"First I've heard. I will probably find Mina and train alone. Joining the games this year I presume?" Lynn inquired, it was first she had heard of training, but she wasn't quite ready to share her power. After all, only her exceed partner knew her true power. "Aren't you training too?"

"Of course! I am heading out with my sister and brother around noon. Want to join us?"

"I think I'll pass, there is some business I must attend to." her fingers briefly brushed over her right fore arm. Across the skin that had once borne the Crime Sorciere guild mark. Yes, this couldn't wait., no more damage could be done. "I apologize leaving so soon after joining. I will be back. The past waits for none." she finished mysteriously closing the subject. A small, aching part of her anted someone to ask, for someone to care, for anyone who would listen. At the same time, she didnt want them to know. An image of a great dragon flashed in her memory, his features noble, and those who knew him could identify a smile in the dragon's expression. A bowl appeared before the women, who looked up to meet a kind gaze.

"We will egarly await your return, do try and be back by the games, who knows what Master has planned." she finished with a chuckle. So far as the dragon slayer could tell, the guild members were fond of the old man and his curious ways. Skyelynn smiled.

"Thanks." Perhaps making friends wouldn't be so hard after all. Right as she was starting to get comfortable, a large man with an odd scar over an eye and short blonde hair sat heavily next her. He didn't face her but wore a serious expression.

"Dont go thinking we'll all accept you right off the bat. Mira, you ought to be more careful. Remember Mest?" the man growled, tone daring her to mess with him. The barmaid gave him a displeased expression.

"Be polite Laxus." She replied. The black haired girl ate in silence, though the man had very much disturbed the peace she had begun to sense, ever fo faintly though it had been. Left on edge, she slapped down a few jewel next to her empty bowl and stood, spinning toward the door. Theatrics. They never failed to amuse her. In a mass of swirling fabric, she stalked out, hoping her faithful friend Minacet was nearby.

By the time she had reached a carriage stable and paid for transport, a particular flying cat landed beside her. The feline observed the scene in silence a moment.

"G'morning Mina." greeted the dragon pleasantly, wishing she had gotten something from the coffee shop she had passed. Teal eyes looked down to where the blonde-furred exceed stood. "Word on their whereabouts?" she asked, stepping onto the carriage while Minacet flew up to her seat.

"To business straight away? Very well then." replied the cat in a definitely feminine but a bit gravely. She smiled teasingly before continuing. "The guild is a mere mile from here. Shouldnt be a long ride. I already instructed the driver where to leave us." she finished. Skye gave her friend a confused look. "When you were staring into space." Laughed the cat. The mage nodded as the carriage started moving. Her face paled as her vision blurred. How she despised carriages. Feeling more than a little faint and nosious, the girl stuck her head out the window. Yep, short ride, so much for that.

What to the dragon slayer felt like hours later, she was stumbling gratefully out of a now-stationary carriage onto land. They were near a valley where the guild was rumored to be staying.

Nice longesh one for you all! Sorry for the slow updates, thisis a hard part to write

"Mina, bring me over the camp, nice and high, and drop me." smirked the dragon mage, wrapping a uniquely tasseled cloak over her usual one. The feline flew her over, enhanced vision allowed the long haired passenger to spot the trio, sitting around a pile of ashes, the remains of a fire. They didn't look to hot. "Over the fire pit. It looks cool enough."

Skyelynn felt paws let go and grinned, plummeting, carefully judging the distance, cloaks swirling and flapping about her. Right before hitting ground, she became a shadow, halting before solidifying once more. Her heart was pounding from the drop, and she was laughing hysterically at the shocked faces around her.