@XenSilverQuill
"I can tell.." She muttered, still looking quizzically at the tunnel he'd disappeared down. Why, from what she gathered, Mordecai was touchier than a molting Sprangyroo. Faelara shook her head, turning her attention back to Gaia. She had a feeling that she'd never be able to figure him out, even if she tried.
The crash of a gong rang out, the sound of it sending a slight twinge of pain through her ears. The sound itself wasn't very loud, but her poor eardrums were still recovering from the Bone Fiend's shriek. By the Windsinger, If he'd damaged her ears, she'd have his spindly bones for a wind chime!
The Serthis gathered her herbs and remedies, then departed for what she assumed was a kitchen of sorts. Tea and a nice meal sounded heavenly at that moment. By the Wind, she couldn't wait to settle down for a good night's sleep. However, her stomach demanded immediate attention, growling fiercely, as if reprimanding her for forgetting about it. Faelara was about to settle onto a plush cushion nearby when the psywurm from earlier bounded up to her. Psyche was so perky, she just couldn't turn her down.
"Ah, okay. That does sound delicious." She nodded to the golden creature, slowly making her way towards the fire. There were more members of the clan around now, including those she'd yet to meet. It was slightly overwhelming, as she was larger than many of them. She felt suddenly very conspicuous. Ducking her head slightly, not that it did any good, the dragon settled into a spot next to Morro, the cushion doing wonders for her tired muscles. Faelara curled her tail around her body in a slightly cat-like fashion, turning her bright blue eyes to the Runic Bat.
"What an amazing den you have. I can hardly believe I'm still deep within shadow territory. It's so bright and, well, cheery." It was true. The whole structure was warm and light, a stark contrast to the dark, constantly misty scene outside. "How did you manage to construct it?"
"I can tell.." She muttered, still looking quizzically at the tunnel he'd disappeared down. Why, from what she gathered, Mordecai was touchier than a molting Sprangyroo. Faelara shook her head, turning her attention back to Gaia. She had a feeling that she'd never be able to figure him out, even if she tried.
The crash of a gong rang out, the sound of it sending a slight twinge of pain through her ears. The sound itself wasn't very loud, but her poor eardrums were still recovering from the Bone Fiend's shriek. By the Windsinger, If he'd damaged her ears, she'd have his spindly bones for a wind chime!
The Serthis gathered her herbs and remedies, then departed for what she assumed was a kitchen of sorts. Tea and a nice meal sounded heavenly at that moment. By the Wind, she couldn't wait to settle down for a good night's sleep. However, her stomach demanded immediate attention, growling fiercely, as if reprimanding her for forgetting about it. Faelara was about to settle onto a plush cushion nearby when the psywurm from earlier bounded up to her. Psyche was so perky, she just couldn't turn her down.
"Ah, okay. That does sound delicious." She nodded to the golden creature, slowly making her way towards the fire. There were more members of the clan around now, including those she'd yet to meet. It was slightly overwhelming, as she was larger than many of them. She felt suddenly very conspicuous. Ducking her head slightly, not that it did any good, the dragon settled into a spot next to Morro, the cushion doing wonders for her tired muscles. Faelara curled her tail around her body in a slightly cat-like fashion, turning her bright blue eyes to the Runic Bat.
"What an amazing den you have. I can hardly believe I'm still deep within shadow territory. It's so bright and, well, cheery." It was true. The whole structure was warm and light, a stark contrast to the dark, constantly misty scene outside. "How did you manage to construct it?"