Kenyard rose up to his feet. "Couldn't agree more," he said, viewing their work. "Okay, go ahead inside. I'll come in later. I need to first fix these vines."
Trystal nodded and strolled into the depths of the cave, heeding orders.
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Kenyard rose up to his feet. "Couldn't agree more," he said, viewing their work. "Okay, go ahead inside. I'll come in later. I need to first fix these vines."
Trystal nodded and strolled into the depths of the cave, heeding orders.
As she slid down the dirt, dust kicked up. It wasn't that steep nor that deep; about ten feet in at a forty degree angle. The tunnel, however, seemed to go forever.
Trystal proceed to journey on without hesitation. "Hello! " her lonely voice rang out.
It echoed down the cave. Suddenly, the cave ended at another arch-looking entrance except a light source came from inside.
Trystal stalked closer to the light, making each step deathly silent
Voices somewhat echoed down the walls. "This is getting ridiculous," said one.
"I know," said the other. "Where is she and what's taking Kenyard so long?"
Trystal knew those voices, and it was pretty clear they're not impress. She walked up, shyly, "here I am. "
Immediately, the two large dragons saw their foster child and one of them grabbed and hugged her dearly.
"There you are," Centro sternly said. "Where's your brother?" He looked behind Trystal.
The chamber wasn't that big, but it fit a family of dragons comfortably. On the far end lied where Trystal slept and kept her belongings; a few wooden furniture and a haypile bed.
Trystal hugged their colossal body in return, "He's just tiding up the vine herd. " she explained, evading from them now.