Derevi
(#45692650)
Level 1 Spiral
Familiar
Formal Tea Set
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Female Spiral
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
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Measurements
Length
4.14 m
Wingspan
2.12 m
Weight
75.82 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Iridescent
Iridescent
Obsidian
Shimmer
Shimmer
Emerald
Opal
Opal
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Spiral
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
9
DEF
5
QCK
8
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
BIO WIP
Artist: norster
She's looking for new dragon groups for her Clan to ally themselves with, and hoping to find many friends along the way.
Dracknorin - # 45216
The first stop: Clan Haven
The heat of the Scarred Wasteland was a jarring change for the adventurous spiral. The air over the contagion was always still and stagnant, with an awful humidity that did nothing to help the smell wafting off the fleshy carpet. She was beginning to question her decision to venture to the Plaguebringer's lands first when she landed on an island of jutting bone in the middle of a stinking bog. She had spotted a few travelers on her way, but without any real idea of where she was going she was left feeling lost and very alone.
Even a spiral's boundless energy was hard to sustain through the heat, and Derevi found herself coiled snugly around one of the spires. She didn't sleep soundly exactly, but it was safe enough so far from other dragons. Or so she had assumed. She awoke to the sound of large wings battering the air. She peeked out over her perch with wide eyes, spotting a large ridgeback. She was lean and scarred, dressed in tattered dusty clothes. The ridgeback didn't seem to have noticed the spiral, occupied as she was with a fresh wound on her leg and a shapeless lump slung over her back.
Derevi shifted her coils, winding herself tighter around the pale bone spike. She would have loved to introduce herself, but the blue dragon didn't look friendly. In fact, she seemed quite agitated. So she watched as the ridgeback collapsed heavily into a lying position on the little patch of dry fleshy land and twisted her slender neck back to remove the bundle from her back. Imagine Derevi's surprise, then, when it turned out to be a dragon! A dark scaled mirror that was only a fourth the size of the ridgeback, unmoving and covered in wounds.
The larger dragon seemed distraught, frantically searching in coat pockets and satchels of gear she carried for something. Bandages, if the spiral had to guess. She kept speaking softly to the mirror. It made Derevi's heart ache to watch the plague dragon try and patch her companion with dirty scraps of scavenged bandages. She slowly crept from her perch, balancing on the nearest bone spike to the pair. It wasn't a shock that when she called out softly to the large dragon, it was met with bared fangs and raised spines.
"Please," she cried, aware that the ridgeback could easily crush her in her jaws, "I have bandages. I just want to help you."
The ridgeback narrowed her eyes, lips curling back in a half-snarl until she glanced down at the dragon whose head she was cradling in one massive paw. "Don't try nothin' funny spiral," she warned.
Derevi crept closer slowly, keeping her movements slow for the sake of the distressed dragon. And for her own safety. It took some time, but as she helped to patch the dragon's wounds the ridgeback eventually relaxed. She helped as best she could, but the blue dragon was clearly no doctor.
Evening had rolled around by the time they were done. The ridgeback, once she had built a fire and settled down with the weight off her leg and the mirror tucked against her side, introduced herself.
Skyheart gave her an expression that could have been described as sympathetic. "This is awful dangerous land to be travelin' alone," she said, "If ya don't mind me saying. Even the largest settlements are like t'be crawling with bandits and worse."
"I'm not afraid of bandits," declared the spiral, "It's not like I really have much for them to take, so they'll probably leave me be."
The ridgeback grimaced. Her raiders preferred to leave no witnesses, and they weren't as bad as the dragon traders, who didn't steal goods at all. And Ravage's pack- Well, the less said about what they did to dragons the better. She was grateful to the spiral, and didn't want to see the enthusiastic dragon be brought down by the savage dragons of the Wastes. "Say, hon, we got a clan out in the boneyard. Call it Haven. Why don't you hitch a ride with us? We got plenty of dragons who can take ya across the desert to anywhere you want to go from there."
"Really?" Derevi's energy returned suddenly, and she found herself flying in excitable loops near the blue dragon's head.
That was how she found herself wrapped tightly around the ridgeback's neck like a scarf. Skyheart had insisted on leaving well before sunrise to beat the worst of the heat. Ravage woke once or twice, long enough to meet the spiral. She was a somewhat manic dragon, even in her battered state. The flight was mostly uneventful otherwise. Skyheart stopped once at the edge of the contagion to trade for food and fill everyone's canteens. The place they stopped was something between a great bazaar and a shanty town. Few permanent structures sat among the sea of tents, and scowling dragons crowded the thin alleys and trampled plazas.
Derevi was thankful that it wasn't her wings she was relying on, especially after the journey wound into its second week. She hadn't seen anything below them but parched earth and ancient petrified trees. The heat, even flying high over the Boneyard like they were, was hard to bear. Skyheart was an old hand at traveling the desert, and adjusted their travel so that they were only on the move in the early morning and night. The temperatures were cool enough then that they didn't have to worry about the heat nor the freezing cold.
The site of the clan itself was impressive, especially from above. A dry river canyon wound deeper into the dry earth, emptying into a huge round basin. The gargantuan skeleton of some unknown beast lay partially buried in the ground of the ancient lakebed, patched and covered by layers of canvas and leather to form a macabre tent. They landed at the mouth of the beast, jaws propped open by huge logs to form an entry tunnel beneath the cloth-draped neck.
The room beyond must have been a common room. There was an assortment of dragons lounging in the shade, perched on cushions or around two huge fire pits that served as a kitchen. Magic lights hung in the air near the great ivory pillars that were the rib bones. A mess of ropes and hanging logs extended up into the cavernous ceiling forming perces for the smaller breeds and, unnervingly, a huge murder of death seekers that glared down from the top of the room.
Skyheart left abruptly to find the doctor, leaving Derevi feeling somewhat insecure in the center of the common room. Few of the dragons even looked at her, used to travelers or simply uncaring. Thankfully for her emotional state, she was approached before too long by a silk-clad pearlcatcher. The dragon offered a graceful bow.
"My name is Kala," she said with a kind smile, "I'm in charge of seeing to new visitors to Haven, and making sure their needs are met. My clanmates can be cold, but rest assured you are welcome here."
Kala's voice was gentle and reassuring. The spiral allowed herself to be gently taken by the hand and led into the underground passage at the other end of the common room. It was mercifully cool below ground, and as they traversed the smoothly worn rock passages she couldn't help but marvel. Glowing crystals were set into some walls, the flicker of magic lanterns lit others. None of the tunnels seemed to be labeled but Kala had no trouble finding her way. Derevi was led down and down following the widest passage until it terminated in a new and spectacularly large cavern.
The center was dominated by a clear pool of water, deep and cold. It was fed by an underground stream that flowed like a waterfall from one wall and ran through the whole cavern. One one side of the area, the presence of steam indicated either magical heat or a natural hot spring. The rest was pools of water and springs that flowed freely from the walls. Derevi was invited to drink from the springs, bathe, and relax. Another silk-clad dragon was setting out platters of food for the dragons that lounged on the rocks and near the pools.
The spiral was quite pleased. When she had been braving the heat of the contagion, she would never have guessed that she would find someplace so hospitable and even downright pleasant. The calm atmosphere around the pools was one she would have loved to bask in for the rest of her life. However, something else in the spring caught her eye.
"Kala," she asked softly, "what's down that tunnel over there?"
The pearlcatcher turned her head, though she already knew which tunnel Derevi was referring to. It was short and dim, the only other way out of the springs. They could just make out the from of another dragon standing there, flickering magic lights glinting off of silver armor. "That's our matron's library," she said, "she spends most of her time down there."
The spiral's ears flicked up as a joyous look came over her face. "Ooh, your clan's leader?" She paced a sudden circle, coils writhing with sudden energy. Derevi didn't notice the expression of concern that suddenly came over her host's face. "I'd love to meet her. This clan is so kind, she must be a wonderful dragon."
"I really don't think," stuttered the pearlcatcher, "I mean, you probably wouldn't like her much. She's--"
"Oh nonsense!" Derevi was already on her feet, and apparently had her mind set. In spite of Kala's best attempts to steer her away.
The pearlcatcher had no choice but to eventually point her in the right direction. "The lady," she said , "usually welcomes visitors. Lazarus will let you in."
The dragon in question was an armored ridgeback. He stood stoically in the short hall in front of a huge darkwood door. It was decorated with intricate carvings, runes and flowers and birds danced across its surface, all inlaid with silver and ivory. The bored looking guard didn't speak, but simply knocked on the huge door. There was no answer, but after a moment he pulled it open for the spiral to enter, never speaking a word.
The library was grand, as grand as any one in the Sunbeam Ruins. The dark stone of the walls and floor was polished, right up to the vaulted ceiling. Arching supports held great chandeliers of crystal and bone, glowing softly with magic light. A fireplace dominated one wall, hearth decorated with more comfortable cushions and skins. Everywhere else seemed to be lined with shelves, or desks stocked with parchment. Derevi fluttered off the ground as she marveled at the crowded shelves. The cozy smell of worn leather and paper filled the air, mingling with a pleasant incense that drifted from a dias in the back. The spiral was so entranced with the decoration that she didn't notice the thin shuffling forms of dragons in the shadows. Glowing eyes twinkled in the darkness, but made no sound but the crinkle of dry leather and the faint rattle of bones.
She stopped well before she reached the dias, or either of the dragons perched at the edge. "Um," where had her confident words gone? "I'm here to talk to the clan leader," she finally forced out, "are you . . ?"
The pearlcatcher chuckled, withered claws tapping against the stone. "No," she rasped, "I'm only an old seer. Lady Penance is our matron."
Before Derevi could ask after the dragon in question, there was a shifting behind the curtain at the back of the dias. The voice that preceded it was a hollow hiss, so cold that it seemed to creep into the room and coil around her very soul. "Vel," hissed the matron, "you didn't inform me that we had a visitor."
The curtain was drawn back, and a pair of fiercely glowing white eyes peered out from the dark. A ridgeback, and a hulking one at that. Derevi stepped back out of instinct as she laid eyes on the flowing black robes and bone-white talons of Penance. Her wings were huge and ragged, feathered like the death seekers that lived in the clanhold. She moved with slow careful grace, moving out onto the dias to greet her guest with a polite bow. Derevi could not return it.
There was no flesh on her face. Derevi was frozen, slack-jawed and staring into empty eye sockets and bleached white bone set with glittering gems. Everything about the matron oozed malice. It was wrong, so wrong. She was staring at an emaciated corpse, a skeleton with skin stretched over it. Suddenly, the incense couldn't hide the scent of dry decay that lingered in the room. Whatever the lady had been saying, it was lost as Derevi was overcome with the need to flee.
She turned and took off, only to collide with one of the unseen librarians. She found herself staring into the eyes of yet another corpse. It rasped at her, a near soundless hollow moan that barely escaped its jaws. The spiral let out a scream of terror and fell back. When darkness overcame her, it was a relief.
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Derevi woke with the sun on her face, and the sensation of motion. She slowly sat up, finding her vision blocked by a leathery wing. She groaned and rubbed at her head with one hand.
"Look who's finally awake," came a husky voice that startled the spiral slightly. The guardian she was laying on slowed, twisting her head back to look at Derevi. "Thought you were going to sleep all day."
"Where am I?" Derevi found that she was woozy, and didn't feel much like trying to get off the guardian's back. She didn't exactly feel threatened by the dragon's scarred muzzle or lack of manners. All she really felt was a vague sense of dread, but couldn't quite figure out why.
"Probably halfway across the wastes by now," came another more melodious voice. A skydancer fluttered up to perch on the guardian's wing. She was dressed in fine jewelry, and the red eyes behind her mask were kind. "How are you feeling? Here, drink some water."
The dragons introduced themselves as Farstrider and Dusk. They had apparently been asked by Skyheart to guide Derevi out of the Boneyard towards whichever part of Sornieth she may want to go to. Derevi never managed to get a straight answer out of the two of them about what had happened. She only learned that she had fainted in the Matron's library, and that the lady had decided it was best that she leave.
If Derevi were being honest, she couldn't remember much about the library. For some reason, thinking about it gave her chills. She decided that maybe it was for the best that the two dragons were leading her someplace else.
Now she just had to decide where to go next. . .
 ⌈ DEREVI ⌋ Second in Command Charismatic • Steadfast • Irritable
Places I've Been:
Lair Name / Username
falconidae #428390
Dracknorin #45216 Zikul #12962 Prescott #136580 ShadowsInTheMist #514139 Sekine #567762 |
"We're running a caravan, we can't afford to be careless."
Occupation: Second in Command Details:Derevi basically holds the entire caravan together. Her position is akin to a quartermaster on a ship. She figures out the logistical details while Guinevere makes the larger decisions as the figurehead of the group. Derevi doesn't let Guinevere off the hook either. She's no-nonsense when it comes to the business. |
Art
Artist: norster
Traveler's Log
She's looking for new dragon groups for her Clan to ally themselves with, and hoping to find many friends along the way.
Dracknorin - # 45216
The first stop: Clan Haven
The heat of the Scarred Wasteland was a jarring change for the adventurous spiral. The air over the contagion was always still and stagnant, with an awful humidity that did nothing to help the smell wafting off the fleshy carpet. She was beginning to question her decision to venture to the Plaguebringer's lands first when she landed on an island of jutting bone in the middle of a stinking bog. She had spotted a few travelers on her way, but without any real idea of where she was going she was left feeling lost and very alone.
Even a spiral's boundless energy was hard to sustain through the heat, and Derevi found herself coiled snugly around one of the spires. She didn't sleep soundly exactly, but it was safe enough so far from other dragons. Or so she had assumed. She awoke to the sound of large wings battering the air. She peeked out over her perch with wide eyes, spotting a large ridgeback. She was lean and scarred, dressed in tattered dusty clothes. The ridgeback didn't seem to have noticed the spiral, occupied as she was with a fresh wound on her leg and a shapeless lump slung over her back.
Derevi shifted her coils, winding herself tighter around the pale bone spike. She would have loved to introduce herself, but the blue dragon didn't look friendly. In fact, she seemed quite agitated. So she watched as the ridgeback collapsed heavily into a lying position on the little patch of dry fleshy land and twisted her slender neck back to remove the bundle from her back. Imagine Derevi's surprise, then, when it turned out to be a dragon! A dark scaled mirror that was only a fourth the size of the ridgeback, unmoving and covered in wounds.
The larger dragon seemed distraught, frantically searching in coat pockets and satchels of gear she carried for something. Bandages, if the spiral had to guess. She kept speaking softly to the mirror. It made Derevi's heart ache to watch the plague dragon try and patch her companion with dirty scraps of scavenged bandages. She slowly crept from her perch, balancing on the nearest bone spike to the pair. It wasn't a shock that when she called out softly to the large dragon, it was met with bared fangs and raised spines.
"Please," she cried, aware that the ridgeback could easily crush her in her jaws, "I have bandages. I just want to help you."
The ridgeback narrowed her eyes, lips curling back in a half-snarl until she glanced down at the dragon whose head she was cradling in one massive paw. "Don't try nothin' funny spiral," she warned.
Derevi crept closer slowly, keeping her movements slow for the sake of the distressed dragon. And for her own safety. It took some time, but as she helped to patch the dragon's wounds the ridgeback eventually relaxed. She helped as best she could, but the blue dragon was clearly no doctor.
Evening had rolled around by the time they were done. The ridgeback, once she had built a fire and settled down with the weight off her leg and the mirror tucked against her side, introduced herself.
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"My name is Skyheart," she said, "and this is my mate, Ravage." Her voice was weary, but she looked down at the Mirror with a slight smile on her lips. Skyheart claimed to be from the Boneyard, traveling home from elsewhere when she and her mate were attacked by harpies. Ravage, she claimed, was a clumsy flier at best and reckless. They had been forced down and pinned there for a time. The mirror's face seemed to speak the truth of the larger dragon's words. She looked to have been struck in the face by some sort of magic at one point, which had cost her an eye and crumpled one of her crests. Her hide was laced with scars as well, a patchwork mess of crisscrossing lines and discoloration of her dark dappled scales. Derevi introduced herself to the ridgeback. "I'm traveling from the Sunbeam Ruins," she said, "I want to see the rest of the continent, and see if I can find allies for my clan." |
Skyheart gave her an expression that could have been described as sympathetic. "This is awful dangerous land to be travelin' alone," she said, "If ya don't mind me saying. Even the largest settlements are like t'be crawling with bandits and worse."
"I'm not afraid of bandits," declared the spiral, "It's not like I really have much for them to take, so they'll probably leave me be."
The ridgeback grimaced. Her raiders preferred to leave no witnesses, and they weren't as bad as the dragon traders, who didn't steal goods at all. And Ravage's pack- Well, the less said about what they did to dragons the better. She was grateful to the spiral, and didn't want to see the enthusiastic dragon be brought down by the savage dragons of the Wastes. "Say, hon, we got a clan out in the boneyard. Call it Haven. Why don't you hitch a ride with us? We got plenty of dragons who can take ya across the desert to anywhere you want to go from there."
"Really?" Derevi's energy returned suddenly, and she found herself flying in excitable loops near the blue dragon's head.
That was how she found herself wrapped tightly around the ridgeback's neck like a scarf. Skyheart had insisted on leaving well before sunrise to beat the worst of the heat. Ravage woke once or twice, long enough to meet the spiral. She was a somewhat manic dragon, even in her battered state. The flight was mostly uneventful otherwise. Skyheart stopped once at the edge of the contagion to trade for food and fill everyone's canteens. The place they stopped was something between a great bazaar and a shanty town. Few permanent structures sat among the sea of tents, and scowling dragons crowded the thin alleys and trampled plazas.
Derevi was thankful that it wasn't her wings she was relying on, especially after the journey wound into its second week. She hadn't seen anything below them but parched earth and ancient petrified trees. The heat, even flying high over the Boneyard like they were, was hard to bear. Skyheart was an old hand at traveling the desert, and adjusted their travel so that they were only on the move in the early morning and night. The temperatures were cool enough then that they didn't have to worry about the heat nor the freezing cold.
The site of the clan itself was impressive, especially from above. A dry river canyon wound deeper into the dry earth, emptying into a huge round basin. The gargantuan skeleton of some unknown beast lay partially buried in the ground of the ancient lakebed, patched and covered by layers of canvas and leather to form a macabre tent. They landed at the mouth of the beast, jaws propped open by huge logs to form an entry tunnel beneath the cloth-draped neck.
The room beyond must have been a common room. There was an assortment of dragons lounging in the shade, perched on cushions or around two huge fire pits that served as a kitchen. Magic lights hung in the air near the great ivory pillars that were the rib bones. A mess of ropes and hanging logs extended up into the cavernous ceiling forming perces for the smaller breeds and, unnervingly, a huge murder of death seekers that glared down from the top of the room.
Skyheart left abruptly to find the doctor, leaving Derevi feeling somewhat insecure in the center of the common room. Few of the dragons even looked at her, used to travelers or simply uncaring. Thankfully for her emotional state, she was approached before too long by a silk-clad pearlcatcher. The dragon offered a graceful bow.
"My name is Kala," she said with a kind smile, "I'm in charge of seeing to new visitors to Haven, and making sure their needs are met. My clanmates can be cold, but rest assured you are welcome here."
Kala's voice was gentle and reassuring. The spiral allowed herself to be gently taken by the hand and led into the underground passage at the other end of the common room. It was mercifully cool below ground, and as they traversed the smoothly worn rock passages she couldn't help but marvel. Glowing crystals were set into some walls, the flicker of magic lanterns lit others. None of the tunnels seemed to be labeled but Kala had no trouble finding her way. Derevi was led down and down following the widest passage until it terminated in a new and spectacularly large cavern.
The center was dominated by a clear pool of water, deep and cold. It was fed by an underground stream that flowed like a waterfall from one wall and ran through the whole cavern. One one side of the area, the presence of steam indicated either magical heat or a natural hot spring. The rest was pools of water and springs that flowed freely from the walls. Derevi was invited to drink from the springs, bathe, and relax. Another silk-clad dragon was setting out platters of food for the dragons that lounged on the rocks and near the pools.
The spiral was quite pleased. When she had been braving the heat of the contagion, she would never have guessed that she would find someplace so hospitable and even downright pleasant. The calm atmosphere around the pools was one she would have loved to bask in for the rest of her life. However, something else in the spring caught her eye.
"Kala," she asked softly, "what's down that tunnel over there?"
The pearlcatcher turned her head, though she already knew which tunnel Derevi was referring to. It was short and dim, the only other way out of the springs. They could just make out the from of another dragon standing there, flickering magic lights glinting off of silver armor. "That's our matron's library," she said, "she spends most of her time down there."
The spiral's ears flicked up as a joyous look came over her face. "Ooh, your clan's leader?" She paced a sudden circle, coils writhing with sudden energy. Derevi didn't notice the expression of concern that suddenly came over her host's face. "I'd love to meet her. This clan is so kind, she must be a wonderful dragon."
"I really don't think," stuttered the pearlcatcher, "I mean, you probably wouldn't like her much. She's--"
"Oh nonsense!" Derevi was already on her feet, and apparently had her mind set. In spite of Kala's best attempts to steer her away.
The pearlcatcher had no choice but to eventually point her in the right direction. "The lady," she said , "usually welcomes visitors. Lazarus will let you in."
The dragon in question was an armored ridgeback. He stood stoically in the short hall in front of a huge darkwood door. It was decorated with intricate carvings, runes and flowers and birds danced across its surface, all inlaid with silver and ivory. The bored looking guard didn't speak, but simply knocked on the huge door. There was no answer, but after a moment he pulled it open for the spiral to enter, never speaking a word.
The library was grand, as grand as any one in the Sunbeam Ruins. The dark stone of the walls and floor was polished, right up to the vaulted ceiling. Arching supports held great chandeliers of crystal and bone, glowing softly with magic light. A fireplace dominated one wall, hearth decorated with more comfortable cushions and skins. Everywhere else seemed to be lined with shelves, or desks stocked with parchment. Derevi fluttered off the ground as she marveled at the crowded shelves. The cozy smell of worn leather and paper filled the air, mingling with a pleasant incense that drifted from a dias in the back. The spiral was so entranced with the decoration that she didn't notice the thin shuffling forms of dragons in the shadows. Glowing eyes twinkled in the darkness, but made no sound but the crinkle of dry leather and the faint rattle of bones.
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Two dragons were lounging at the base of the raised dias. The rune-painted skydancer looked up from a thick leather tome with a flare of anger in his eyes. "Who goes there," he snarled, "you can't--" The robed pearlcatcher held up a withered hand, silencing him. He glared as she spoke, but sat back down. "Guests are welcome in the library, Vel," she chided. The robed dragon had a soft voice, dry with no strength behind it, but infinitely more authority than the skydancer's sharp tongue. She turned to examine Derevi with milky blank eyes. "Come, Child," she beckoned. Derevi landed and crept forward. Something about the pearlcatcher unnerved her in a way she couldn't quite pin down. Perhaps it was the blank empty eyes, or the way her withered claws always seemed to grasp at something intangible. Was that a skull mask she wore, or just her gaunt face? The skydancer was more typical of a plague dragon, but something was already screaming in the spiral's head that something was very wrong here. |
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She stopped well before she reached the dias, or either of the dragons perched at the edge. "Um," where had her confident words gone? "I'm here to talk to the clan leader," she finally forced out, "are you . . ?"
The pearlcatcher chuckled, withered claws tapping against the stone. "No," she rasped, "I'm only an old seer. Lady Penance is our matron."
Before Derevi could ask after the dragon in question, there was a shifting behind the curtain at the back of the dias. The voice that preceded it was a hollow hiss, so cold that it seemed to creep into the room and coil around her very soul. "Vel," hissed the matron, "you didn't inform me that we had a visitor."
The curtain was drawn back, and a pair of fiercely glowing white eyes peered out from the dark. A ridgeback, and a hulking one at that. Derevi stepped back out of instinct as she laid eyes on the flowing black robes and bone-white talons of Penance. Her wings were huge and ragged, feathered like the death seekers that lived in the clanhold. She moved with slow careful grace, moving out onto the dias to greet her guest with a polite bow. Derevi could not return it.
There was no flesh on her face. Derevi was frozen, slack-jawed and staring into empty eye sockets and bleached white bone set with glittering gems. Everything about the matron oozed malice. It was wrong, so wrong. She was staring at an emaciated corpse, a skeleton with skin stretched over it. Suddenly, the incense couldn't hide the scent of dry decay that lingered in the room. Whatever the lady had been saying, it was lost as Derevi was overcome with the need to flee.
She turned and took off, only to collide with one of the unseen librarians. She found herself staring into the eyes of yet another corpse. It rasped at her, a near soundless hollow moan that barely escaped its jaws. The spiral let out a scream of terror and fell back. When darkness overcame her, it was a relief.
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Derevi woke with the sun on her face, and the sensation of motion. She slowly sat up, finding her vision blocked by a leathery wing. She groaned and rubbed at her head with one hand.
"Look who's finally awake," came a husky voice that startled the spiral slightly. The guardian she was laying on slowed, twisting her head back to look at Derevi. "Thought you were going to sleep all day."
"Where am I?" Derevi found that she was woozy, and didn't feel much like trying to get off the guardian's back. She didn't exactly feel threatened by the dragon's scarred muzzle or lack of manners. All she really felt was a vague sense of dread, but couldn't quite figure out why.
"Probably halfway across the wastes by now," came another more melodious voice. A skydancer fluttered up to perch on the guardian's wing. She was dressed in fine jewelry, and the red eyes behind her mask were kind. "How are you feeling? Here, drink some water."
The dragons introduced themselves as Farstrider and Dusk. They had apparently been asked by Skyheart to guide Derevi out of the Boneyard towards whichever part of Sornieth she may want to go to. Derevi never managed to get a straight answer out of the two of them about what had happened. She only learned that she had fainted in the Matron's library, and that the lady had decided it was best that she leave.
If Derevi were being honest, she couldn't remember much about the library. For some reason, thinking about it gave her chills. She decided that maybe it was for the best that the two dragons were leading her someplace else.
Now she just had to decide where to go next. . .
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