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Chapter 49: A serene time to talk and train a bit
"…"
"Wake up."
"Wake up!"
- "your highness, I'm not sure he is in the right state for that…"
- "You think it would be best to…"
Nightful opens his eyes, his breathing rate increasing as his body twitches immediately, an innate reflex for any dragon…
Looking around him, the nightwing is quickly drawn to the ones surrounding him, especially the two closest, a dark green dragon wrapped in navy blue and a higher dragoness, her entire skin and wings mirroring the starry night while she bears a twisted crown of silver and copper.
- "Are you alright?" Asks directly the royal dragoness, worry still present in her gaze while her companion sights in relief.
- "He seems to be, but keep your words slow my great queen." Says the companion as he gazes at the lost dragon, his eyes analytic as ever, but also kind.
- "You are right dear Wavesinger… My loyal servants, please bring that lost nightwing to the bed, he needs it."
As the four other dragons, mostly dark in colours, get close to the young seer, grabbing his entire body to move him on a somewhat rudimentary but movable bed, such dragon begins to protest and move, only for the pain in his back to stop him.
- "Just calm yourself and act slowly young dragon, everything will be alright…" Says Wavesinger as he comes to his side, putting a paw on his body to inspect it in an odd but gentle manner.
- "May I?" Asks the night queen to her closest companion, cautiousness present in her firm and proud voice.
- "You can great Moongazer, the lost one shall be able to listen to you…"
Stepping aside to position herself as she wishes to, with her bent neck lowering her head, the crowned dragoness takes a little breath before speaking to her unexpected guest.
- "What is your name nightwing? Did something unfortunate in the far edge of my queendom happened to you?"
- "I… don't know, I don't remember… Though my name is Nightful."
- "But your face and name, your colours and…"
"Are you one of those community members that lives in my lands, but take little part in what is too far, not close enough?"
- "It is possible, but I sense something that makes such case unlikely, look closer my queen." Says Wavesinger as his webbed paw ends up on the young one's belly, where his heartbeat can be felt the most.
"Magical essences flow through him greatly, there is no mistaking that."
Putting her own paw to be sure, the royal dragoness immediately feels the warmth of magic the moment her skin touches the nightwing's scales. Her eyes widens as that happens.
- "Indeed, there is no mistaking that..."
Hearing the loud sound of the gong reaching his hear, Darkstalker wakes up in his somewhat small but personal chamber. Opening his eyes instantly, the nightwing is quick to stand up, leaving his bed in no time and touching the floor with his talons almost before they are prepared for it.
Gazing around the room one last time, his stare passing over the wood carving depicting a skywing and a painting of his sister of night and ice at Mother's side, the young dragon was about to leave the room when he spots a seawing doll standing alone on his messy desk. So taking it, Darkstalker brings it to the other end of the room, where the minimalist carving is.
"There, you two should no longer be alone…"
With such words and a final gaze at his sister almost embraced by the dark blue wing of Mother, the young dragon exits the chamber, and begins to walk in the corridor where others are getting more numerous, most heading in the same direction…, only to halt at a door not so distant from his.
Opening the simple door, the nightwing's suspicions are confirmed as he discovers a seawing of vibrant green still laying on his bed, his eyes barely opened. Annoyed at first, a smile forms on Darkstalker's snout when he gets a mischievous idea.
Approaching the resting one with care but not too much, the young seer ends up at his companion's side, and speaks in a quieter voice, his kind eyes hinting at some hidden passion.
"Fathom, the sun his rising, the light is brought to the sea, and it is time for seawings like you… to wake up."
- "Darkstalker? Please let me a few more… minutes, I'm exceptionally tired today…"
But the nightwing has no intention of respecting his wish, and with a powerful talon, he grabs his friend by the neck, though the vivid gesture is not harmful.
Blinking at such a move, the seawing has no time to struggle as he is directly brought forward, the instant later ending on Darkstalker's body, with his snout close to his own.
- "You know, my heart is whispering quite a tender idea to my mind, do I dare to follow it?"
- "Darkstalker! Cease that silly game, I have no time for that."
- "Indeed, so why don't you follow me in class, so we aren't late when we arrive?"
Seeing no better choice, Fathom nods, a bit confused and caught off guard, but sound of mind enough to walk with his friend, his returning will finally overcoming his tiredness…
Walking in the corridor now far more filled with dragons in hurry, the pair of friends waste no time as they take the most straightforward path, spending no more than three minutes in the interior of the temple marked by the noise of more than a hundred dragons. And finally, they arrive in time at class, entering in the vast room where dozens of students like them are already settled, facing the center of the room where the great teacher stands.
- "Is everyone here? Teachings start in two minutes..." Says the fairly large icewing as he scrutinizes the room, seeking for all empty spots between filled ranks of the watchers to get an idea of those who are not there yet.
A few minutes pass and the last dragons arrive just in time, allowing the teacher to begin as he hoped, with a group of mostly attentive young dragons, though of course, Darkstalker is mildly bored by the lesson he knows they will get while Fathom is shaking slightly, his shyness and doubt being exposed for anyone looking at him.
- "Just focus on me and yourself Fathom, together, we are enough to fear nothing…" Says the nightwing as he extends a wing to support his friend, not caring he has drawn the glance of a mudwing near.
"Remember what I say about the droplets… That storm that is happening? You are not touched by it, you are safe, staying inside a familiar cave where you can listen to its many and now soothing noises in peace."
Putting a paw behind the seawing's neck, the black hybrid gently rubs his scales, watching over him until he finally relaxes, a faint smile appearing on his snout…
- "Mister Frozenclaw, can I be the one to demonstrate that?"
Immediately caught up by that question, Darkstalker turns to the source of the voice, quickly followed by his companion, and the two gaze, like many other, upon a blue and purple seawing.
- "Of course you can Indigo, you have proven yourself to be quite strong of heart for your age…"
Standing up from her spot, the young dragoness descends to the center of the room, her march steady while her mind radiates confidence, a trait that shows itself as she steps on the center and eagerly takes the solid but simple staff the teacher presented to her.
"As you will see soon enough, the will of a dragon can manifest slightly like magic, or muster a magic locked deep inside, if and only if it is intense enough and put against something defined and recognized by its owner."
At this words, the purple seawing does not dignify the older icewing with a look, preferring to stare at the many dragons that fill the ranks of the watchers, gripping firmly her staff as her mind contains no doubt.
- "So what will be our demonstration teacher Frozenclaw?" Asks Indigo, her voice unapologetically cocky while she turns to her superior, though Darkstalker did not miss the split second during which her gaze crossed with his own.
- "We need a dragon that can show his own strength to oppose you seriously, bringing you to the point you need to be devoted when in such conflict…"
- "Like Darkstalker?" The nightwing blinks.
- "That can do, but why such a fixation on him in particular?" Hearing that, Fathom stares at his friend, the turn of events being more than he expected despite the rivalry he knows of.
- "That nightwing's arrogance is becoming more than annoying, he needs to be shown humility, whatever he wants it or not." Declares Indigo, masterfully ignoring the named one's presence on purpose.
- "Indigo, t-that's not necessary, especially since we are… in class."
To Fathom's response, the young dragoness turns to him, a warm smile appearing on her snout.
- "Don't worry my dear, I'm not going to really harm your friend, just his oversized ego."
Hearing everything and watching the scene unfold, Frozenclaw does nothing to stop his student, though his eyes seems suddenly more tired than before, but that does not matter as the silence gives approval to her choice as the nightwing leaves his place to join her.
- "Because you don't have one yourself? Don't make me laugh, it is I who will teach you humility, and respect for everyone."
- "So be it, we'll see which heart is stronger between the two of us!"
- "Things will not go this way. Put down your weapon and antagonism little ones!"
Darkstalker opens his eyes as the voices of many surround him, though the water is still calm as his body is held in place by a giant's tail and unfolded talon.
- "Yl toijyl surh olvetuhen."
"Toij Darkstalker, oij geyt uthu zikos?" Asks the dark blue guardian, her snout followed by enchanting eyes, finned ears and a crown of six horns, all to watch over him.
Twitching from head to tail, the young seer is coming back to his senses, then after a partial and sudden coming to the water, his head plunging below to surge back after a few seconds, the nightwing is as attentive as ever with his his beating heart, watching the great dragoness and her two gazing kins close to her side, the paw of the feathered one laying on the pool's edge.
- "Geskahen tho pyteya surh feshur jykos jykon." Replies the kin of fire with rising excitement as he watches the little hybrid crudely acting to take control of his situation.
- "Th surh aeisto iole tho surh heia feshur obemi ust ospyk…" Comments the dragon of winter, also not missing the young one's voluntary struggle, though Akhanta puts an end to it with her long and finned tail, such a part of her body being enough to completely take him above water with ease.
Bringing him behind the water pool's limit, the dark blue kin gently lays him on the ancient floor, all wet and standing before the elder guardians, though their presence are not unwelcome for the young seer who spots no ill intent in the dragons' minds.
- "Muvol surh uthumej toijyl, iole ajek almeku yth reltun ust Zu…" Says Akhanta in as she watches over him from the corner of her eye, her magnificent form being turned to face her kins.
"Kes yihe uyl ust ythias ryna reltun kalup, heia mesita, yth eiuf surh ognut sif hietup iole." Adds the great dragoness as she suddenly leans toward Darkstalker, her voice kind and personal, protective even, as her mind presents to the seer a strong will despite the quieter tone of her voice.
Smiling almost instinctively in response, the young hybrid takes a little step forward, and observes Azykan turning his back, his warm tail swinging widely as his desire to live and start the next planned activity is the brightest among everyone. But to his surprise, the feathered wing of his kin extends to stop him, and when the fire dragon looks back, Kraydirn is already facing him, and telling of his words in a firm but calm voice.
- "Yth kones ythe soumeiuf heia ghyt kion yl toijyl, ikul th soumeiuf surh eiagyst ythetias qerys yihe ythe hute litysen iole egado arhu oem fiku mulys u dusmil ust thias alkaryte." Hears the little dragon, giving up on following such a string of foreign words, but getting from the elder speaker's mind a peculiar focus on the place they are in, linked with his presence and ignorance.
Oddly from his view, the dragon of winter turns and takes a step toward him. Pushed by his imposing and comforting guardian moving closer, the nightwing approaches the icy newcomer, and follows him as he turns back respectfully and walks at a slowed, gentle pace, the movements of his march fluid, refined and quieter than expected…
"Uthu surh feshur ghyt jykon toij Darkstalker, muvol ienum sif gutre oem ythias genuf tosmyl yth vecik uthu ust iole egado…" Declares Kraydirn, his kinder eyes casting a quick glance at his young follower before his gaze returns to where it was, pointed at the many stone pillars bearing plates.
- "Tho surh smena, muvol ebiven toijyl." Mutters Akhanta, her voice calm, caring, and just moderately serious for now.
Walking among giants, the nightwing silently listens to them, or more accurately, to the resonating words of the feathered kin which describes the place they are serenely leaving. That he can understand as he watches the great dragon, both in mind and body, focusing on the many elements of the vast room, from the pillars to the floor and walls marked by drawings similar to the one of its entrance, as well as enough text to fill more than a dozen royal scrolls...
- "Omus imote sewalo surh u eparg ust tekelu. Almu yl uyle nolut yl sazne surh eastihen wein aulufyenyl ust yl dolmukaran hyj esmov iole tekel."
Glancing back, the dragon of winter stares at the young seer in the eyes, his own being tired, almost pleading a short moment before they look away, and the kin continues his speech a tad slower as his mind pictures so many dragons being more than asleep...
"Jyin yl Ervakyr hute surh feshur velko zait Zyetias vynorditiu, aljuhi hute crumes sif yneia, heia muvol tey yl Ervakyr, ikul omku tey yl… aktornen tekranase tosmyl Zyetias alkelluvio hute mertourh…" As such words are said, the little hybrid begins to frown as the mind he is looking at becomes filled with memories tainted by sadness and horror, the glorious dragon kingdom reduced to ruin, but not without sorrow, terror and anger spreading to its many inhabitants faster than the disease itself.
- "Ythias ryna, pelym konles uthutias kumista." Tells firmly Akhanta, the dark blue guardian having seen the unease her young follower is going through, her wing instantly extending over his side.
With eyes widening in no time, the feathered kin snaps out of memories, and turns to the dragoness, his eyes casting a quick glance at the little one.
- "Nelkemu, ikul almylmyl saqei omus yl kumista…" Says Kraydirn as he lowers his head and wings, his mind refocusing while the little hybrid is watching the scene, no longer stressed by vivid memories and surrounded by his protector's wing.
- "Ikul heia elyvarq heij, ythe pyteya almunh siuje miltiou." Declares Azykan to everyone's surprise, his head turned behind as he slows down a bit more and his wings rise.
- "Oluhperynulun ko…"
- "Cuxt gutre nestoq yth." Replies the fire kin to Kraydirn still looking down, before turning back and speeding up his march as he focuses of the entrance of the place.
So silently, the group follows Azykan to the exit, the great dragons exchanging a few glances on the way while the nightwing observes their minds shifting to more straightforward matters, like the simple activities they planned for him to do, in what seems to be a vast place having crystals and markings all inside it…
Passing through the very large opening, it is the same dragon who leads the group as they walk on their new decided path, a confident grin on his face while Kraydirn follows with moderate loyalty, his attention split between him and his kin behind who has not forgotten to keep the young one closely at her side.
- "Lieju uthu surh feshur zikos masne toijyl?" Asks somewhat suddenly the great dragoness in a relaxed tone, her mind picturing in a deeper corner her companion running, jumping, and even dancing around her.
- "Ko" Answers Darkstalker as he firmly nods, his dark blue guardian watching him and his fluid movements with keen eyes.
To that exchange, the dragon of winter only smiles, happy that the young seer is in good shape for what they will do together once they reach that needed room…
Having progressed quite a bit on his path, the young seer has heard a few discussions between the kins, their feelings being of varying intensity, almost never relating to negativity of any sort and concerning fairly mundane things, or at least the hybrid hopes it is that way when he does not understand enough from their mind, though the last exchange is changing that trend.
- "Uthue kenib… Yth surh mesitahen prita Xamirh kes Ayirn, ikul kalup prita tho…" Says the kin of fire in a lower voice, his mind coloured heavily by doubt.
- "Uthu surh heia upist sif zikos iole mesita, kes pelym exuvo th kalup cuxt ythe tunis gynhim." Replies Kraydirn in a calm and considerate voice while Akhanta leans her head with attentive eyes and ears, a move that fully convinces the little hybrid to focus on the scene utterly.
Rising his wings a bit, the red and orange one takes a subtle but long breath, closing his eyes, allowing his mind to shift and reorganize even more, the numerous and recent memories of him talking, working with the two kins that are not there with a tone too serious for his liking surging back… When he opens them, Azykan raises his head once more and speaks, his voice devoid of its usual warmth and silly confidence.
- "Yl yfushkaz, yl olmukara, Darkstalker, Ikarh... Oem yl crumesen yth hute surh ezamten wein yl toijyl hyj hute emruti iujash sim ythe, ikul ofemyl..."
To the great dragon's surprise, the scales of another begin to surround him, as Akhanta wishes to be there for him, bringing her face and body fully to his side, while not giving up on the nightwing.
- "Vecik heij ajek zait uthutias ekyzu utnay Azykan, ythe surh tsekat sif ebiven..."
- "Vawrie olmukara ust yl toijyl surh aljalkara. Yth hefum yl foyeumane the emruti ajek olnamrahun."
To his response, Kraydirn brings himself to his other side, focusing fully on the fire kin alone, his tail almost touching the other as the speaker's tail swings erratically.
"Ayirn suroxon sif surh sulma yihe uthu evynat tha, ikul Xamirh… Yl jolushan ust thotias sefrit ajek feshur tozmu thotias kumista."
Hearing the dragon's next words, Darkstalker can feel the regret and worry weighting on everyone, feelings he begins to realize are linked to both the magical kin and the yellow one, with the concept of miraculous essences in the background, though only the second dragon gets that painful certainty in the great one's mind.
- "Iole yth soumvu yenuv hute ojtea kalup…" Mutters the dragon of winter, his mind focusing on Xamirh, and on the peculiar memory of the two of them, talking near the sealed entrance of the deepest of rooms.
"Th ajek jykon uthu tohem heij saqei omus uthutias ekyzu Azykan, myleias higus iole." Tells the feathered one to the fire kin, his gaze a more prideful one for showing his doubts.
Saying nothing, the great dragon appreciates the gesture, calming down and gazing at his kin, a small but affectionate grin on his face that no one misses, while the grand dragoness is still surrounding his other side, continuing to be supportive as she now speaks.
- "Cuxt lieju uthu zikos oje uthu tunis ghyt oje ythe hute sefrye? Lieju iole ajek heij uthu kasarh?" Asks Akhanta, her voice staying kind and personal, and even a bit slower to help, while the young seer at her side watches the scene unfold.
Thinking for a moment, Azykan finally answers with simplicity, his voice firm and confident.
- "Ko"
And so the group continues their march through the corridor of their house, with doubt and tension being far less in everyone's heart, as even if the nightwing's mind is plagued by questions, the powerful and majestic guardians which surround him whisper to him only of warmer and serene things, as well as support…
Arriving at the last corridor, with one wall being that of the room they seek to enter in since it is so vast, the great dragons and their young one reach for one of its many entrances, a more energetic and even eager atmosphere settling in.
As the group halts, Darkstalker watches his most trusted protector casting him a quick glance before stepping forward, and spots the kin of fire doing something similar. So staying with the feathered one, the young seer remains still before the imposing set of doors, the proud draconic soldiers they depict soon being mostly obscured by the gigantic forms of the pair approaching to put their heavy talons on the ancient surface.
Exchanging a curious gaze with the dragon of winter, patience and eagerness somewhat mixing in the elder's mind, the nightwing does not have to wait long for the entrance to open, revealing the vastness of the training room they go in…
Finding themselves walking in the desired place which for some reason seems to have its very air infused with far more essences than before, with the crystals laying around glowing more intensely, a sensation no one misses, the four dragons finally settle not that far from the entrance, all more or less motivated to begin what was planned.
- "U tolm elzurt sif surh zait iole egado, ikul th soumvu yenuv konles ythe…" Mutters Kraydirn, a bit surprised by room's difference since last time, but remaining unbothered as he begins to unfold his wings in anticipation.
- "Uthu surh smena ythias ryna, neiatome surh ognut sif konles ythe…" Replies the kin of fire as he takes a step forward, bringing at the same time his glorious form into a more standing position, his warm and colourful wings almost toughing the watching dragoness.
"Cuxt lieju yl toijyl surh lihotu?" Asks Azykan proudly, his voice louder and resonating against the titanic walls of the training place.
Turning to the young seer, Akhanta sees him taking a step, his little blues eyes confident as he stares back while his tail swings more vividly.
- "Tho surh." Answers the dark blue one as she walks forward to guide him, bringing him the other kin's side with her supportive talons and wings.
Watching a bit more behind, the dragon of winter grins faintly, and staying with his curled tail, comments on the scene, his voice sounding more relaxed while his eyes remain focused.
- "Ghyt oje uthue axumoi ythias rynaz, prita ofemyl yth surh feshur dusmi uthue almu."
Hearing such words, the great dragoness turns to Darkstalker, and so do the eyes of her acolyte. So after a short moment of looking at both minds, the nightwing steps back, and with a grin on his snout, starts to run away...
For the next passing minutes, the young seer finds himself pursued by the mischievous pair of kins, with Azykan being more aggressive than Akhanta, their will and endurance not so easily overcome as he tries in vain to tire them with sharp turns and the greater use of his smaller talons. Once again, the hybrid realizes these draconic giants are not slower nor less agile with such imposing bodies, in fact, their size allow them to almost catch up with a running dragon while marching, and if it was not for his relatively very small form, the young one would have lost the game.
Though he still loses it in the end, as the kin of fire surprises him with a very good jump of his magnificent being followed by a wide and firm turn worthy of a dance, allowing his unfolding wings to block the little one just before he escapes, and to trap him fully with the coming of Akhanta.
- "Iole hute surh heia rysim toijyl." Declares Azykan, his voice almost proud of the one he defeated, before he gazes at his partner.
Easy to have more pride in yourself when you have such a physic and powers… Thinks the young seer still catching his breath, his entire body feeling warmer after such an exercise, all the while his dark blue guardian settles down, a calmer behaviour that reflects her mind perfectly.
- "Muvol ghyt u toij dezmyl oje uthu okutes, kes heia mesita, yl umishe gystos eiuf heia surh shushrahun." Whispers Akhanta as she surrounds him and stares with kind eyes, her mind picturing him dancing in a way to the young one's surprise.
Finally, the feathered kin arrives, completing the group as he observes the little hybrid recovering, before his gaze drifts to his kins, followed by step closer to them, then by his deep and enthusiastic voice.
- "Yth moxon almu surh masne, cuxt lieju almuyl surh lihotu prita ushi olkashy?" Asks Kraydirn recently motivated, energy as white as snow appearing around the paw of the talon he rose.
To that question and his smile, the great dragoness answers first with a firm nod and an imitation of his gesture, though the essences there glow of blue shades owned by the sea at night more than anything. As for Darkstalker, he does not use of his powers yet, but still rises his talon, not minding that move nor the attention of others…
But when others turn to the kin of fire, such dragon takes a few steps backward, and has a few words to say.
- "Iole suroxon jykon, ikul yth eiuf dusmi prita ofemyl." Declares Azykan as he fully settle his imposing form, letting his tail and wings fall completely to the ground.
Not bothered by their kin's decision, the pair of elders starts the test, their gazes on the nightwing as they amplify power circulating over his paw to the point it act as a torch.
Needing no word to understand what is expected of him, Darkstalker focuses on the risen part of his body, and after a few seconds, begins to generate a halo of his essences around his claws, before its aura reaches to the paw entirely and becomes brighter, far brighter for his size. And staring back at his judges with his power following solely his will to impress them, the young seer gets the silent but cheerful stare of both.
But now, the little seer watches Akhanta and Kraydirn standing up, bringing their respective flame higher. So feeling a bit more excited, he follows them in that move immediately, only to realize that gesture is harder than it looks, the light of the young hybrid dimming and bursting mildly erratically as unfolding limbs to make his smaller body rise is still harder without one front talon.
Instantly, the dark blue giant comes to his rescue, bringing her paw below his body's first half and helping him standing up, the bright flame he holds being absorbed by as he lets her do everything, too shocked to maintain that act or even wanting it.
- "Lieju uthu surh wulkon toikyl?" Asks Akhanta, her voice hinting at her worry though that feeling is weak as the dragoness interrupted him before any harm could happen.
Still having his guardian's paw near his chest, with the flame it holds remaining vivid, the nightwing answers to her question, his voice unsure but not hurt.
- "I… I suppose I should thank you for that since it was my fault…"
"Thank you Akhanta." Says the young one in a warmer voice, putting his paw against her which does not burn, but connects to his being.
To his words, the dragoness smiles and gently retrieve her talon while the other kins watch attentively the scene, caring only for the little hybrid's state as the little incident has been avoided...
- "Iole hute surh oluhperynul… Ikul ofemyl ythe yunis felot yl gystos." Declares the feathered one, his voice firm but not so much at times, though he does make up for that as he fluidly prepares his body for what comes next, gracefully folding and extending his limbs partially.
Moving and initiating the slowest of dance in response, Akhanta subtly moves the young seer in her way, her reassuring mind getting far more in phase with her feeling and the absolute present as she brings her majestic form in the manner she wishes, before Kraydirn joins her while Azykan still observes them from his spot, though his tail swings more and more the events unfold...
Moving his very body to follow the graceful and more intricate gestures of his giants guardians, Darkstalker begins to get familiar with that strange but motivated act of dancing widely, using of his limbs, of his neck and tail, of his wings, all to imitate his imposing and powerful companions, who seem to be doing almost on instinct.
And while the idea of himself dancing like a light in the dark, where he might as well close his eyes to focus only on what his heart tells him to do seem unbelievable, the nightwing does find himself getting at ease with the flow of movements and his peers, his essences even summoning themselves a little at the edges of his body...
- "Uthu surh feshur ghyt tiulm jykon toijyl, pelym ienum, ikul olp jteos ust uthutias olmukara yihe uthu tunis…" Says the great dragoness without altering her movements, her voice in accordance with her encouraging mind while she frees her essences, bringing pure magic to her worthy dance like the dragon of winter.
Seeing but most importantly feeling in details that innate change she showed to him, Darkstalker begins to forcefully invoke his own essences, only to halt that action, fearing his lack of control. And so the nightwing decides to only unleash his power bit by bit, giving time for the energy to follow and to couple with the dance…
It has been while since the group has been moving their bodies together, with the kin of fire remaining a spectator though such a sight did bring him to move his tail and talons periodically as if to dance in his own way. As for the young seer specifically, he has been doing quite good with the essences finally surrounding him fully, the many gestures of his far smaller body even attracting the essences of others.
But as everyone is occupied by their endeavour, an entrance opens, the noises of two ancient and heavy doors being pushed surprising everyone. When the four dragons finally halt to look in the right direction, they discover the presence of Ayirn and Kraydirn, the approaching kins bearing serious faces, a perfect reflect of their minds as the little seer can gaze at directly...