The Mistral Jamboree came to an end. The tents and kites coming down, the mass of dragons and beasts departing in huge caravans as they started their journeys home. The group made no move to join the mass exodus, deciding to stay and enjoy an extended break from their travels.
Days blended together in a blur of soft sunshine and gentle breezes. They met several of the local Wind clans as they camped out near the beach, and each was kind in its own way. It was easy to see how so many dragons would choose to live there permanently.
They put off leaving for so long that Ishikk grew into a young adult, reaching his own breeding age. He was a bit bigger than his father, making him slightly longer than average, though his wingspan was tiny, only half the size of his body length. As a result, he needed the aid of an enchanted pair of wing constructs in order to fly. Though this did not seem to bother him much, as he was a cheerful and rather carefree sort.
Finally, after several months of relaxing on the beach, Basil spoke up as the group gathered for their morning meal. “I have a good feeling about leaving soon.”
“GOOD!” chirped Ravage, flaring her wings suddenly with excitement. “We have had it far too soft here! I want adventure! Treasure! Danger!”
Zyl shook their head at her, turning to the two Bogsneaks. “Will you be joining us as well?” not wanting to make assumptions, especially when Bogsneaks were known to be fairly solitary as a whole.
“PSH!” scoffed Ishikk, “As if I would miss out on a real adventure! I’ve been ready to go for AGES!”
Heth chuckled at his son’s exuberance, so like his mother’s, and nodded. “And as if I could just let Ravage run off without backup. She is liable to go challenge a Mantarune by herself just to try and impress everyone.”
Ravage flared her wings wider in indignation. “Maybe I will now, jut to prove I can!”
Zyl turned from the pair as they fell into amicable bickering. “I am going to gather supplies; would you like to join me?” they offered Basil. The Spiral bobbed his head in agreement and took flight, swirling above the Coatl’s head while they grabbed pouches and bags to use.
The group spent the day preparing to leave. Supplies were gathered, belongings packed away, bags mended and reinforced for the journey. They said their goodbyes to the local clans they had come to be friends with and were given a few extra supplies as parting gifts. By their evening meal everything was ready. Bags were packed and triple checked, and they were satisfied that they were ready. They would be leaving at first light.
Its been a long time because of irl stuff getting in the way, but we are alive again! Tbh I hate having to do a time skip like this, but there would have been just way to much backlog to slog through at this point. So here we are all caught up and ready for more adventure!
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