(new players welcome to join) The Lies of Sayark's Past •~○~●~○~• Fantasy RP

Sterling snatched the cap back pi lying it back over his head forcing his ears under it. Sterling glanced up at Gar raising an eyebrow at him staring. Florence watched Sterling carefully making sure he was alright.

Gar shook his head, forcing himself to speak. "Why is a Dragon in Sayark, surely it's very dangerous to be around Elves. If Tollia knew what you were...." Tollia snorted, tossing her head, her tawny curls swaying wildly. "An Elf wouldn't know a Nixie from a Centauress." She blinked and bowed her head to Gar. "No offense, my friend..."
 
Gardenia bowed her head "My friend and I owe you so much, for saving us back there. If we can do anything to assist you, we are more than happy to help. I can not speak for Keeper, but I Sire swear my loyalty to you." Keeper nodded. "As do I."


Kaydar lifted one brow but said nothing, keeping remarks about children to himself. He had no time for idle chitchat. He had to find Qualair, he had to kill his son. Kaydar roared, the limbs about them reverberating with the sound. He stood in the saddle, shifting his form. His clothing burst into countless shreds, only the coin purse remaining beneath his chin. He scooped the horse up with his left hand, holding the mare like a toy. His other hand encircling the Centaur and depositing him in the hollow between his shoulders. It was strange for him to have a dip in his back there, his Ellayn had always said that the spot had been made just for her.
 
Gar shook his head, forcing himself to speak. "Why is a Dragon in Sayark, surely it's very dangerous to be around Elves. If Tollia knew what you were...." Tollia snorted, tossing her head, her tawny curls swaying wildly. "An Elf wouldn't know a Nixie from a Centauress." She blinked and bowed her head to Gar. "No offense, my friend..."


Sterling nodded. "That is very true," he said chuckling. Florence smiled watching him.
 
Kaydar lifted one brow but said nothing, keeping remarks about children to himself. He had no time for idle chitchat. He had to find Qualair, he had to kill his son. Kaydar roared, the limbs about them reverberating with the sound. He stood in the saddle, shifting his form. His clothing burst into countless shreds, only the coin purse remaining beneath his chin. He scooped the horse up with his left hand, holding the mare like a toy. His other hand encircling the Centaur and depositing him in the hollow between his shoulders. It was strange for him to have a dip in his back there, his Ellayn had always said that the spot had been made just for her.

Gardenia was more than excited. She was not so sure about Keeper he was more apprehensive he had never been off the ground and was not sure how he would stay on. He gave Gardenia a very worried look. She leaned close to keepers ear and said "Be brave my friend we owe him much."
 
Sterling nodded. "That is very true," he said chuckling. Florence smiled watching him.
Gar smiled. "None taken, you know quite well how I feel about Elves. Even if their blood partially flows through my viens. They underestimate everyone and everything." Tollia looked back to Sterling and Florence. "How long have you been here?"
 
Rosemary kept walking through along the road, where rough buildings and a few small shops were on either side. She eventually came to the end of the town road, and proceeded onto an even rougher one. She went off the side onto the grass, the dew making the very rim of her dress a bit damp

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Kaydar tried to ignore the squirming Younglings on his back. Ellayn had never wriggled like that. But then again she had never tried to hold onto a Centaur in mid-flight. A thought struck him and he smiled. "Do you by chance know where Qualair's castle is, Younglings?"

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Gar smiled. "None taken, you know quite well how I feel about Elves. Even if their blood partially flows through my viens. They underestimate everyone and everything." Tollia looked back to Sterling and Florence. "How long have you been here?"


"Our whole lives," Sterling answered for the both of them.
 

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