"Stop it." Moordryd dropped him and glared as Lance sprinted off again, with Fracshun not far behind. "One of you is going to fall and die and then you won't be able to come!" He yelled after them. Decepshun rolled her eyes, chuckling at the threat. "What now?" Moordryd growled at her, making the dragon shake her head and send him a look that clearly said, 'You're going soft'
"Yeah, well, had to happen sometime, huh?" He muttered to her. She snorted as he petted her head, enjoying the attention. "Moordryd! Did you tell Lance he was going to die?" Artha yelled from Beau's side. He knew Lance too well to think it was an actual threat, but.
"Yes. I told him that if he kept running around under people's feet he'd die." Moordryd called back, still petting Decepshun.
"That's okay then." Beau shook his head, growling a little. Artha glared at him for a minute. "Anyway, how long do you think it'll take to get to this place"
"Two or three days if there are no diversions." Parm piped up from his work bench. It was mostly used for fixing gear these days, as no new gear was being made anymore.
"And that's if we don't meet up with the wild dragons again." Kitt pointed out.
Beau, Wyldfyr and Decepshun all began to growl furiously. "But we won't, they haven't been seen since the wraiths took over." Artha pointed out.
"And then we have the wraiths themselves to worry about." Kitt sighed.
"No one ever said that it was going to be easy." Artha muttered. "We should get moving first thing tomorrow, no arguments. Just get eveything ready"
The group nodded, moving away to get the supplies and gear ready.
Artha sits on the wall that seperated the stables from the rest of the tunnels. The dragons paced restlessly, Beau and Decepshun snapping at each other from time to time. He didn't look up as someone sat next to him.
"What are you doing up so late?" Kitt asks quietly.
Artha continued to stare ahead at the dragons.
"Artha"
"I'm thinking Kitt"
"Huh?" Kitt says in mock confusion. " You're thinking"
"I know, try not to faint." Artha smirks at her.
"Looks like Beau and Decepshun are at it again." Kitt states as she looks down at the two.
"They're both too used to being the leaders. They'll fight until they work out who's stronger." Artha muttered with a smile.
"Beau needs a good beating if you ask me. Got to take him down a few pegs." Kitt smirked. " Though I don't think it'd be too good if Decepshun won either"
"Make up your mind Kitt." Artha growled at her. "So...why aren't you asleep"
"Just can't." Kitt sighed. "Do you want me to go"
"Nah"
They sat in silence for a while, watching over the dragons. Fracshun was now jumping on Beau's back, trying to climb up on him. Cyrano pushed him over, growling at the little dragon.
"Well I'm going to at least try to get some sleep. You Artha Penn, are depressing to sit in silence with. Goodnight!" Kitt said too quickly.
She got up and stormed away in a hyperactive Kitt way.
Artha relaxed, leaning back. It was going to be a long night.
"ARTHA!" Lance yelled in his ear, jerking his older brother awake. Artha jumped at least six foot in the air before cuffing Lance over the head.
"Come on, we've gotta go!" Lance whined, forcing Artha to his feet by pulling on his arm. "Everyone else's ready"
"Huh"
"You overslept Penn." Growled an amused voice from above him. Artha looked up to see Moordryd smirking at him. Where he had gotten the overcoat from he would never know, but he wasn't complaining.
"What time is it"
"Late." Parm sighed. "Get up so we can get moving"
Artha did as he was told, getting up and struggling to run into his room. He pulled a new shirt on only to find he had it on inside out. He cursed before changing it and running off.
Beau rolled his eyes as Artha jumped into his seat.
"Artha, food." Lance said with a grin.
Artha grabbed his bag and tried to look innocent.
"Let's get going." Moordryd sighed, letting Decepshun mag him.
"It's about time!" Lance laughed.