Taciturn

The forest... what had happened to the forest? So cold, so deeply cold, and shadowy, like nothing ever seen before. Like a nightmare. The skydancer shivered, wings drooping, feathers dull, or missing. What had happened? He couldn't remember. Only a great cold, and a great shadow, and mismatched lights dancing like fireflies...

He paused at the edge of a great lake near to the border between Water and Arcane lands. How far had he traveled? Did it even matter? Something, something was important, but the more he clung to it, the faster it slipped away. What was that? Something bubbled in the water... He tried to struggle to his feet, but his strength was gone, and he could only watch as the ripples approached.

Another dragon lifted it's head, breaking the surface, a resident of the water it seemed for she was comfortable in that element, despite her Arcane eyes. Her icy blue coloring reminded him of frost, though he couldn't remember why that was important anymore. She looked at him curiously, then stepped from the water to stand beside him.

"My name is Aeril. Are you all right, do you need help?"

"I think I am just tired," he replied softly.

"What's your name?"

"I... I... don't... remember... There was something important, but it's all, just, slipped away..."