@Hexxious
Two hours of either uncomfortable silence or fangirl squealing had passed before Rai had gathered her senses enough to ask what was going on.
'Wh-- Are you blind? You're the one who agreed to the terms; you're the one who signed your name!'
'Illidan, enough.' A hooded Skydancer - Rai recognized him as her second-favorite fandragon, Tyrael - came flying in, and was much smaller than Illidan and Noraeash. 'We also came here seeking you out after we managed to find our way out of a freak lightning storm. Didn't you feel it destroy those trees outside?'
So that earthquake hadn't been an earthquake; it had been an explosion! Several explosions, from what Tyrael had said. Or maybe it was an earthquake and the "aftershocks" had been the explosions? "...there goes my beautiful trees. I'm just glad that storm didn't hit my house."
'You should be,' Illidan snapped. 'Noraeash said the lightning wasn't the Stormcatcher's doing, for a change.'
"So, wait, you all got lost in a freak lightning storm, only to come out and somehow find me??"
Noraeash nodded. 'Eeyup.'
"Okay, just... gimme a minute."
Rai whipped out her phone again (still at 100% charge, what the heck???) and took a picture of the three dragons. Instagram wasn't really her thing - she mostly just lurked - but today was a special case. She tapped away on her phone, going to Instagram, posting the image of her dragons, and then searching for dragons and sorting the posts to the newest one first.
Lo and behold, there were already several other pictures. Most were of the owners' own dragons, some flying in the sky, others just minding their own business (or looking annoyed at their owners' camera, in a similar manner to dogs or cats).
That was it. Dragons were now real.
This could either end on a fantastic note, or go completely sour.
Only one thing to do now: see if she could ride a dragon. She chose Noraeash; he was obviously the calmer of the two large dragons. Illidan didn't look like he'd want Rai on his back, and Tyrael was barely taller than she was.
Once on Noraeash's back and flying through the air, Rai got a good look at her surroundings. Her sunny suburban home had changed, though not much - the roads and sidewalks just looked a little more like a fantasy game's, and the single skyscraper was gone, but that was about it.
Maybe she'd find someone else who owned a dragon near where her college campus was - and she knew the way there like the back of her hand. Just a few miles down what was once the north-bound freeway. "All right, guys, let's fly this way. I have a hunch..."
Two hours of either uncomfortable silence or fangirl squealing had passed before Rai had gathered her senses enough to ask what was going on.
'Wh-- Are you blind? You're the one who agreed to the terms; you're the one who signed your name!'
'Illidan, enough.' A hooded Skydancer - Rai recognized him as her second-favorite fandragon, Tyrael - came flying in, and was much smaller than Illidan and Noraeash. 'We also came here seeking you out after we managed to find our way out of a freak lightning storm. Didn't you feel it destroy those trees outside?'
So that earthquake hadn't been an earthquake; it had been an explosion! Several explosions, from what Tyrael had said. Or maybe it was an earthquake and the "aftershocks" had been the explosions? "...there goes my beautiful trees. I'm just glad that storm didn't hit my house."
'You should be,' Illidan snapped. 'Noraeash said the lightning wasn't the Stormcatcher's doing, for a change.'
"So, wait, you all got lost in a freak lightning storm, only to come out and somehow find me??"
Noraeash nodded. 'Eeyup.'
"Okay, just... gimme a minute."
Rai whipped out her phone again (still at 100% charge, what the heck???) and took a picture of the three dragons. Instagram wasn't really her thing - she mostly just lurked - but today was a special case. She tapped away on her phone, going to Instagram, posting the image of her dragons, and then searching for dragons and sorting the posts to the newest one first.
Lo and behold, there were already several other pictures. Most were of the owners' own dragons, some flying in the sky, others just minding their own business (or looking annoyed at their owners' camera, in a similar manner to dogs or cats).
That was it. Dragons were now real.
This could either end on a fantastic note, or go completely sour.
Only one thing to do now: see if she could ride a dragon. She chose Noraeash; he was obviously the calmer of the two large dragons. Illidan didn't look like he'd want Rai on his back, and Tyrael was barely taller than she was.
Once on Noraeash's back and flying through the air, Rai got a good look at her surroundings. Her sunny suburban home had changed, though not much - the roads and sidewalks just looked a little more like a fantasy game's, and the single skyscraper was gone, but that was about it.
Maybe she'd find someone else who owned a dragon near where her college campus was - and she knew the way there like the back of her hand. Just a few miles down what was once the north-bound freeway. "All right, guys, let's fly this way. I have a hunch..."
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